Burhan_Malik

A Different Kind of Morty


Viktor lived his life the way only a man like him could. A soldier who fought in shadows, a man who understood emotions without ever feeling them. Cold, calculating—yet somehow endlessly charismatic. The kind of man who made people trust him, fear him, follow him… all without knowing why.

He did unspeakable things in the name of his country, left a trail of stories that never made it to the news. And when his time was up—he expected nothing more than a quiet end.

But instead…

He woke up in someone else’s life.

Morty Smith.
Sixteen. Awkward. Average.
Except… not anymore.

Viktor doesn’t wear Morty’s face like a mask. He is Morty now—his voice, his habits, his fate. And if this world expects the same nervous wreck they’ve always known… it’s about to learn how wrong they are.

Because Viktor has no intention of playing along.
He doesn’t bluff.
He doesn’t warn.
He simply acts.

A new Morty walks into Rick Sanchez’s world—a Morty who isn’t afraid to step off the path fate tried to write for him.

And whether it’s family dinners, school bullies, or multiverse tyrants…

They won’t see him coming.


Because Viktor Barinov doesn’t feel fear. He doesn’t feel love. all he knows is manipulation

Rick and Morty: Smartest Morty in the multiverse

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Beth sat alone at the kitchen counter long after Summer's message blew the morning wide open, the half-empty coffee mug in her hands gone cold, her reflection distorted in the black surface of untouched liquid. The video played again in her mind Morty's hand twisting Chad's arm behind his back, the brutal efficiency of the move, the quiet command in his voice as Chad crumbled. And not once, not for a heartbeat, did Morty's expression shift from that calm, measured indifference. Beth clenched her jaw, trying to shake it off, trying to tell herself it was wrong, that she should feel horrified, disgusted, afraid but none of those fit the knot in her stomach that tightened every time she saw it.

Because it wasn't fear curling inside her.

A slow, unwanted, treacherous pulse that burned low in her belly, making her fingers grip the mug tighter until her knuckles ached. She replayed the moment in her head how Morty's body moved with lethal grace, how his voice didn't rise, didn't falter. How Chad, for all his bravado, folded like paper under Morty's quiet dominance. And worse… how Morty didn't even revel in it. He didn't smirk. He didn't gloat. He just acted. With the kind of control Beth hadn't seen in any man in her life, least of all her son.

She set the mug down, a little too hard, the sound sharp in the empty kitchen.

It wasn't right. It wasn't natural. It wasn't what a mother should feel.

Her mind flicked back to that morning the feel of Morty's arms around her waist, the breath at her ear, the quiet, possessive pressure of his hands. The way her body had frozen, not from fear… but from the wrong kind of shock. From the realization that part of her hadn't wanted to pull away. That some twisted, buried part of her had felt… seen.

Beth closed her eyes, hands braced against the counter.

She wanted to believe it was just curiosity. Just a reaction to power a primal, instinctive response to dominance. But deep down, she knew better.

And that terrified her more than any video ever could.

A hollow breath escaped her lips as she opened her eyes, staring at the empty kitchen like it held answers in the cracks of the tiles or the hum of the fridge. But all it gave her was the echo of her own pulse, hammering out a rhythm she couldn't silence. She tried to stand, legs trembling faintly under her, the phantom weight of Morty's hands still lingering at her waist like a brand she couldn't wash.Didn't want to wash it off

And worse how part of her wanted to see it again. Wanted to see him wield that quiet, terrible authority… maybe even on someone else. Maybe even on her.

Beth gripped the edge of the counter until her knuckles burned, a harsh whisper slipping from between her clenched teeth. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Only the creeping certainty that something inside her had already shifted and there was no going back.

Next chapter we get to see rick dilemma and it gonna be long

Beth feeling.....Hot