Location: Dimension D-Prime | Base of the Council of Ricks (The Not-Boring Ones)
Rick stood in front of the giant floating mirror.
It wasn't just any mirror—it shimmered like oil over water, whispering echoes of every version of him across the multiverse.
In it, he saw a Rick dressed in a black coat woven from broken timelines. His eyes glowed red—not with rage, but with a chilling, serene purpose.
He smiled.
And that was the creepiest part.
Rick pointed. "I don't trust anyone who smiles without cause."
Lucky, flipping through a stack of reports, muttered, "Well, this Rick? He's not smiling for fun. He's smiling because he won."
The Origin of Mirror Rick
According to the Council, Mirror Rick was from Universe A-Null.
A version of Rick who grew tired of chaos… and chose control.
He found a ritual in the ruins of an abandoned Sequence—an ancient, forbidden pattern from the age of the Old Ones.
He used it to overwrite his world's randomness.
Then other worlds.
And then… he found the Mirror Engine—a device that lets him copy his mind into every version of Rick across the multiverse.
He's not trying to rule the timelines.
He's trying to become all Ricks.
Rick's Response
Naturally, our Rick said: "That's stupid."
Lucky: "He's winning."
Rick: "Still stupid."
He turned to the other Ricks in the Council.
There was Tech Rick (cybernetic genius), Bard Rick (who communicated through guitar solos), Chef Rick (his food exploded), and one Rick who just screamed into a bucket for ten minutes. (He wasn't invited back.)
Rick pounded the table.
"We need to stop him the Rick way: with violence, absurdity, and possibly flaming breakfast items."
The Council hesitated.
Then Tech Rick raised his laser spanner. "I'm in."
Bard Rick played a power chord.
Rick smirked. "Multiversal Justice League Assemble!"
Lucky groaned. "You are not calling us that."
Assembling the Army
Rick and Lucky jumped from reality to reality, gathering allies:
A four-armed Hulk who liked slam poetry
A steampunk Hermione wielding a wand-scythe
A symbiote-chicken hybrid named Carl
Klein Moretti from the Lord of the Mysteries timeline (this version was grumpier and carried a bazooka)
They met on Ground Zero, a floating battlefield made from the shattered pieces of forgotten timelines.
Rick stood on a pile of discarded destiny scrolls, wind ruffling his hoodie.
Lucky nudged him. "You sure you're ready?"
He looked at her.
"I'm Rick. I was born ready. Then I punched ready and took its lunch money."
Mirror Rick Makes His Move
Suddenly, the sky above cracked.
A hundred portals opened, and through them poured Mirror Ricks—twisted reflections wearing armor made of logic and inevitability.
Each of them emotionless. Efficient. Perfectly synchronized.
They moved like a hive. No wasted motion.
At their front, the Prime Mirror Rick hovered, hands behind his back.
"Rick," he said in a calm, calculated voice. "You're obsolete. You act on instinct. You think fists can change fate. But chaos is a liability."
Our Rick grinned.
"Liability? Nah, man. Chaos is the whole point."
And Then It Started
BOOM.
The battlefield erupted.
Carl the symbiote-chicken swallowed a tank.
Bard Rick unleashed sonic shockwaves that shattered timelines.
Steampunk Hermione screamed "Accio BAZOOKA" and Klein obliged.
Rick himself slammed into Mirror Rick at Mach Insult.
Punches flew, each one echoing through timelines.
Rick kicked Mirror Rick into a memory of their 5th birthday.
Mirror Rick retaliated with a beam of perfect inevitability, freezing time around Rick for 3.2 seconds.
That was enough.
Mirror Rick whispered, "You're not the best Rick. You're just the loudest mistake."
Rick, breaking free with sheer force of personality, headbutted him mid-sentence.
"You talk too much."
But Then—Betrayal
In the chaos, Lucky was cornered by one of the Mirror Ricks.
He held up a device—The Pattern Spike—and jammed it into her chest.
Her eyes glowed briefly.
Then went dull.
Rick turned just in time to see her drop to one knee.
"No," he whispered.
Lucky looked up.
But her expression wasn't hers.
Mirror Rick's voice came from her mouth: "You rely on her too much. I fixed that."
Rick's heart stopped. Then restarted. With fury.
"You turned Lucky into a puppet?"
Mirror Rick smirked.
"She was always your weakness."
Rick cracked his knuckles.
"No. She was my anchor. Now? I'm free to go full chaos."
Final Clash of Chapter 11
Rick tore across the battlefield, screaming, "YOU MESSED WITH MY FRIEND!"
He summoned raw Sequence energy.
He didn't know how. He just did it.
Reality folded into a fist in his hand.
He punched through four Ricks and a spreadsheet.
Mirror Rick looked surprised for the first time.
"You shouldn't be able to do that."
Rick smiled, eyes glowing gold, purple, and green.
"I don't know what I am anymore. But I'm not you."
And with that, he punched the Mirror Engine.
CRACK.
The sky screamed.
Portals exploded in reverse.
Mirror Ricks blinked out.
But so did Lucky.
Her last words: "Rick… stop him…"
Silence.
Rick stood alone in the ruins.
His hoodie torn. His fist bleeding time.
He looked up at the mirror.
It wasn't broken.
It was… splintering.
And deep inside it, a new figure emerged.
Not Mirror Rick.
Not even a Rick.
A Sequence Entity. Watching. Smiling.
"So… you've caught our attention, Fool."
To be continued…
In Chapter 12: The Sequence Court awakens. Lucky is trapped inside the Mirrorverse. Rick has to invade the architecture of fate itself—and maybe become what he hates to save her. Want it?