{feetsie friends~} - Mort x Reader

Chapter 7: Mort's Secret

Y/n had awoken to a loud scream coming from the kitchen. She rushed towards the noise, finding Mort had accidentally spilt hot coffee on his little toe.

"Morty!! What'd i say about touching my coffee?!"

Y/n yelled, soon after bandaging up his toe as he winced in pain.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was tryna make you breakfast in bed, baby!"

"How do you know what breakfast in bed is?"

"I've heard a few people in the zoo talk about it a couple'a times, and some woman said it was 'hot'. And you're hot. And hot people deserve hot things."

"So that's why hot coffee burned your toe!"

"Hm... You callin' me hot, sweetie?"

"No, Mort. I'm calling you mentally challenged."

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Y/n sat down next to Mort at the cramped dinner table, as they ate their breakfast. (they were eating waffles and pancakes, courtesy to The Moonies™) Y/n realised she never acrually knew where Mort came from, so she started to make small conversation, in hopes of getting an answer to her broad and burning question.

"Hey Mortsie?"

She started.

"Yup baddie?"

"Where are you from? Like originally. I was born here, in New York."

Y/n asked, as she dribbled some sticky syrup onto her fresh, steaming pancakes. Mort almost choked on his fork as he looked at Y/n when she asked the question, as if she'd just told him she had his credit card information and was going to buy a baby from the black market.

"M-Mort? You... good?"

Y/n questioned, as he slowly took the fork out of his mouth, yellow orbs still fixed widely on Y/n's now concerned face. 

"Yeah.. I'm gooooooodddd.... I'm.. Um... From a place... Called.. Poo-"

"...Poo....?"

"Yeah... that's right. Pooo...guay. Pooguay. It's kinda far, and small. Yeah, so you can't look it up. Yeah. Uhuh. That's where I'm from."

His unconvincing tone confused Y/n as she looked down at the loud noise his left toe was making as it breakdanced nervously.

"Your toe."

"Oh."

Y/n sighed, getting up from the table and taking both their plates to the kitchen, and disposing of them in the bin because she didn't have the energy to wash them. Mort pushed his chair out and scurried away through the back door, straight into the large garden that resided behind Y/ns town home.

Y/n walked past, as she heard a brief few words from Mort, who was huddled, very obviously behind a big bush. 

"She's onto me, Boss."

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TIMESKIP:

A few days had passed, and Mort was leaving quite soon, so Y/n wanted to get to know him a bit better. Every time she did asked him where he was from, he would always be quite broad and very secretive with his answer as it also constantly changed, so she made him a deal.

"Hey, Morty, can you come here for a tic?"

"Yeah babes, comin'! Let me shart first!!"

Mort walked out towards Y/n and smiled, as she washed the dishes.

"What'd you need me for, hun?"

"I have a deal for you."

"Oh no."

"If you stop being so secretive during 20 questions, you can... lick... my feet. Once."

Mort gulped, his furry face turning a nice red rouge colour, as he spoke seductively. 

"Ohoho... Y/n... You don't know what you're getting yourself into, doll. Now that's an offer i can accept."

He winked, walking up to her and placing his buff hands on her waist, pulling her butt in to his knees, because Y/n was 3'5. 

"Moooort.... Just rememberrrr... You gotta answer my questionnnnssss~"

"Yesssss~"

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Y/n had ordered pizza in, and by Mort's request, a nice chicken schnitzel for him to enjoy. They sat down with their steaming food, and both starting eating around the couch they were sat at. 

"So. I wanted to ask you a few things."

Y/n said, stuffing her face with a handful of sour cream covered wedges.

"Mhm."

Mort replied, also indulging in some pizza they were sharing. (Americano, if you must know.)

"Where'd you come from? Y'know, before the Zoo and such."

"Hm.."

Mort went on.

"I'm from a place called Madagascar. That's where we're all from, mostly."

Y/n saw past his lies, pointing it out, with her face stuffed with pizza.

"You're lying. Your left toe break dances when you do." 

She said, pointing her head towards the embarrassed lemur's feet as he looks away. 

"You lied. So no feet."

Y/n threatened, making Mort huff and whine in anger.

"No! You don't understand baby girl, i really can't tell you... Not now..."

Y/n realised she'd made him uncomfortable, and sat next to him and cuddled his arm as he patted her head with his greasy pizza fingies.

"Mmm.. Well, maybe juuuust cuz you're a good girl, i might tell ya."

"Mort. Don't call me that, you perverted weirdo."

"Fine... princess."

Y/n pondered for a second, lost in thought, and then it registered.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise you won't tell a soul."

"My lips are sealed."

"Alrighty. Brace yourself."

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