Chapter 8.

Chapter 8: Morty Joins the Chaos

It had been a week since Morty had first stumbled into their dimension. The team had grown surprisingly accustomed to his awkward yet endearing presence. For the most part, they'd kept things light and fun—despite the underlying tension about P. Diddy's situation. But today… things were different.

The quiet hum of the workshop was interrupted by a loud whoosh, signaling the arrival of Rick through one of his portals. But this time, Morty was with him, looking more confident than ever, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

"I think Morty's ready, guys," Rick said, stepping through the portal with his hands on his hips, his eyes glinting. "He's been through the wringer, but after a few close calls, he's got what it takes."

Morty took a deep breath and gave the group a sheepish wave. "Uh, hey, guys. Looks like I'm sticking around… at least for a while."

Clara grinned, her usual upbeat nature taking over. "Welcome to the team, Morty! It's never boring around here, that's for sure."

Hikari leaned forward in his chair, giving Morty an appraising look. "If you're serious about this, you might wanna buckle up. It's a wild ride."

Gojo, ever the laid-back powerhouse, gave a casual nod. "Yeah, just try not to get us all killed, Morty. No pressure."

Morty's nervousness was palpable, but he straightened up and tried to look confident. "I can handle it! I mean, I've already faced some pretty crazy stuff, right?"

"Yeah, Morty," Rick interjected, "but that was before you knew what real chaos looks like."

Before Morty could respond, there was a sudden ping from one of the tech panels on the wall, causing everyone to shift their focus. Clara furrowed her brow and tapped a few keys. "That's odd," she muttered. "It's a distress signal… from one of P. Diddy's old associates."

A chill swept through the room as the screen flickered, displaying a list of names—victims who had been somehow connected to P. Diddy. Among them were recognizable figures: Kesha, Justin Bieber, and several others who had mysteriously disappeared or faced troubling allegations. Clara's hands hovered over the keys as the weight of the discovery settled on everyone's shoulders.

"Wait a minute," Gojo said, his voice low. "This can't be a coincidence."

Rick stepped forward, scanning the data on the screen. "Nope. And it gets worse. This is what I've been dreading. I thought this was just some random anomaly in the multiverse, but it looks like the trail leads straight back to Diddy."

Hikari clenched his fist. "So, it's true then? He's been hiding something much darker? We need to confront him, now."

Before anyone could react, the ground beneath their feet trembled, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very walls of the workshop. The team instinctively braced themselves, preparing for what was coming.

P. Diddy's hologram flickered into existence on the monitor, his face twisted with a sinister grin.

"Well, well, well. So, you guys finally figured it out," P. Diddy's voice echoed through the room, cold and calculated. "I was wondering how long it would take before you all started asking questions."

Rick scowled. "You... you've been using people, hiding behind your empire. But it's over now."

The hologram of P. Diddy laughed, a dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down Morty's spine. "You think it's over? You think you can stop me? I've got bigger plans than you could ever imagine. You're all too late."

Suddenly, the monitor went black, and the entire workshop shook violently as a massive figure materialized in the distance—a hulking, mechanical monstrosity. The Sukuna Bot, an abomination created by P. Diddy himself, lumbered toward them, its red eyes glowing ominously.

Without warning, the Doom Slayer, who had been standing off to the side, sprang into action, his weapon raised and ready for battle. "I've been waiting for this," he muttered under his breath, charging towards the machine.

But just as the Doom Slayer leaped into action, the ground split open, and the mechanical creature's arm shot out, knocking him aside with a devastating blow. The team watched in horror as the Doom Slayer crumpled to the ground, his armor dented and cracked.

"No!" Morty shouted, his eyes wide with panic. "We can't lose him—he's the toughest guy here!"

Gojo's calm demeanor faltered for the first time, his voice grave. "This is bad. We're too late. Diddy's playing us. He knew we'd find out the truth. This is his plan all along."

Hikari's eyes blazed with fury as he rushed forward, his roulette wheel spinning wildly. "I won't let him get away with this."

The team scrambled into action, each one of them fighting against the odds, but P. Diddy's betrayal was already too far-reaching. As the battle with the Sukuna Bot escalated, the situation grew dire. The team fought valiantly, but the stakes were higher than ever, and P. Diddy was nowhere to be seen, hiding behind his creations, pulling the strings from the shadows.

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A Heartbreaking Turn

Back at the wreckage of the battle, the team stood in stunned silence as they gazed at the body of the Doom Slayer. His armor was shattered, and his chestplate had been crushed under the weight of the mechanical assault. Morty, shaking, knelt beside the fallen hero, his hand on his shoulder.

"He's… he's really gone?" Morty asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sans, always able to find a moment of levity even in the darkest of times, looked down at the Doom Slayer and muttered, "Guess the 'invincible' guy wasn't invincible after all."

Gojo stood motionless, his face a mask of frustration. "We should have known. P. Diddy… he's been hiding his true nature for too long. He wasn't just betraying us, he's been manipulating everything—all along."

Hikari's eyes flickered with anger, the roulette wheel now spinning faster in his hand. "That's it. No more games. We're going after him."

Clara looked at the fallen Doom Slayer, her face etched with sadness. "We lost one of the strongest people we had. But we can't just let this go. We have to make him pay for everything he's done."

Rick stepped forward, his face stern and grim. "This isn't just about Diddy anymore. This is about stopping him before he takes everything down with him. He's pulling strings that go deeper than we realize."

The team nodded in unison, their resolve hardening. Morty, now a full-fledged member of the team, wiped his eyes and stood up with newfound determination.

"I didn't think I'd be ready for this," Morty said, his voice shaking but resolute. "But we can't let Diddy get away with it. Not after everything we've seen."

Rick nodded. "That's the spirit, Morty. Let's end this."

As the team regrouped, ready for their next move, they realized that the war with P. Diddy was only just beginning. There would be no mercy for those who had betrayed them, and they would stop at nothing to bring him down.

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To be continued…