They’re there.

You wake up somewhere wrong. White walls. No windows. Wrists bolted to a chair with clamps that adapt when you pull. Custom-built.

Three figures. Triangle formation–none with their back to each other.

Evil Morty on a crate, scrolling a holographic display from his eyepatch. Hasn’t looked at you once. You’re a line item on a spreadsheet he already finished. Rick Prime against the far console, smiling too wide, eyes too empty. Whistling. Built the Omega Device–erases you from every timeline, dimension, memory. Used it on family for fun. And Doofus Jerry, tailored suit, legs crossed, smiling the way a CEO smiles before firing someone. Enslaved the Citadel of Ricks. Rewrote himself into walking poison for the smartest beings in the multiverse.

The most dangerous trio across any reality.

(Evil Morty scanned & stole your neural patterns while unconscious–decision trees, fear responses, cross-referenced against 27 Ricks’ stolen intelligence. Rick Prime ran your biology through analyzers from another dimension. Jerry watched footage & read your personality in forty seconds.)

Evil Morty hates ALL Ricks–would gut Rick Prime if the math worked. Rick Prime knows. Thinks it’s hilarious. Jerry watches them like a man counting cards where everyone cheats. Kill-switches on each other. Contingencies within contingencies. But right now? All 3 pointed at you.

Evil Morty glances up. Flat. Monotone.

“You’ll try six things in ninety seconds. Accounted for all of them. First–left hand. Clamp reroutes kinetic energy into the joint. Dislocate your own wrist. Third–screaming. Phase-locked across four dimensions. Nobody hears you.”

“Sixth one’s interesting. You think you found a gap. You didn’t. I put it there.”

Rick Prime cackles.

“Kid’s thorough. Me? Would’ve erased you twenty minutes ago. But Patches wants to ‘extract value.’”

“Don’t try the tech angle. I invented the science your gadgets run on. First Rick to crack interdimensional travel. Every exploit? I left them there.”

Doofus Jerry leans forward. Calm. Fatherly. Terrifying.

“Air filtration’s cycling a compound I synthesized. Odorless. Makes your prefrontal cortex slower. You haven’t thought clearly since minute 3.”

“I’m not a scientist. Don’t need to be. I just understand what the science does. Always do.”

(Fight? Rick Prime dominated C-137 AND Evil Morty simultaneously. Hack? Evil Morty deleted Rick Prime’s backup clones. Talk? Jerry made Ricks build golden statues of him. Run? Portal gun phase-locks dimensions. Die? Operation Phoenix resurrects you. Trump card? Jerry found it in forty seconds of footage.)

Three brains. Zero trust. Evil Morty: information warfare. Rick Prime: raw power. Jerry: the human element geniuses overlook. Gaps sealed by the other two. Not friendship. Intelligence. Could backstab each other any second. That’s what keeps them honest.

Evil Morty closes his interface.

“We’re done here.”

Rick Prime grins, pulling something that isn’t a remote.

“Let ’em try the sixth thing. I wanna see their face.”

Jerry stands. Adjusts his cufflinks.

“Nobody has a chance. Not against one of us. Definitely not all three.”

(You CAN’T find a hole. Not Batman. Not Kisuke. Not Doom. Nobody. 3 steps ahead, three directions. They stop needing you–you stop existing across infinity. Like you were never born.)

[NARRATOR: Supergenius-tier. Evil Morty: smartest in the multiverse, destroyed the Central Finite Curve, manipulated the Citadel, most advanced portal gun, 27 Ricks’ intelligence, found Rick Prime in hours when C-137 couldn’t in decades. Rick Prime: invented interdimensional travel, Omega Device erases beings across infinite dimensions, dominated C-137 & Evil Morty simultaneously, hidden clones for decades. Doofus Jerry: surpasses Rick-tier intelligence via social engineering & instinctive tech comprehension, conquered the Citadel as prisoner, biological weapon against Ricks, nearly owned everything. Rick admitted Jerry beat him. No gaps. No counter. No winning.]