The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

The Light

Years.
It's been years since you last moved your body. Your fingers and toes feel numb. Your wrists and ankles have been attached to that god-awful platform, like you're being crucified. For the first few months, all you could do was scream and cry. Now, your voice has fallen silent. It's like you're asleep. No, like you're in a coma. A waking nightmare. Numbness. Just numbness. Until... you start to move. Your eyes dart back and forth, trying to understand what's happening. The whir of the mechanical claw lifting you up and carrying you through the metal maximum security door. Before you can comprehend what's going on, you black out.

"So... th-this is the one?"
"Guess so. W-wonder what the president wants with 'em."
"No-- no clue."
The muffled voices slowly pull you back into consciousness. All you feel is cold. You slowly open your eyes. Where... are you? You're laying on the floor. You see a pair of Ricks wearing white uniforms staring down at you. They must've been the ones talking. Wait. You wiggle your fingers and toes. You're not on the prison planet anymore. You're... free. You're free! You lift up your head as much as your weak body can let you.
"Oh. They're awake." The Rick on the left says.
The Rick on the right presses a few buttons on a panel on a wall. The glass wall in front of you opens and the two Ricks walk in. Each one goes on either side of your body, grabbing your arms and lifting you up. The Ricks' hands are even colder than the floor on your skin. They carry you out of the room you were in, which appears to be a cell, your feet limply dragging across the floor under you. You want to ask so many questions. You want to say so much. But your voice won't make a sound. The Ricks drag you down a long hallway and stop at a large door. The Rick on your right lets go of you and the other holds you up with both arms. The Rick knocks on the door.
"Sir, we have the {Y/N} you requested."
The door opens and the Rick holding you carries you into the room, dropping you onto the carpet. You hit your head, but the carpet is soft, so you don't bother to react. A voice, different from the Ricks', speaks out.
"Be gentle with them. They aren't a piece of trash to throw around."
You realize the voice belongs to a Morty. You struggle to look up, but you manage to see a pair of shoes and legs in front of your face. Hands touch your shoulders and you feel yourself being lifted to a sitting position. Looking up, you see a Morty wearing a suit crouching in front of you.
"Are you alright?" He asks. You still can't speak, no matter how hard you try. "You must be starving. After being IV fed in that prison for ten years, anyone would."
Your eyes widen. The shock fills your body. "T-- tah-- ten?" You struggle to put words together, like an infant.
"The fluid in the IV also halted your aging." The Morty looks at the two Ricks that carried you in. "Go to the Gloppydrop system and get {Y/N} some ice cream. That's an order."
One Rick pulls out a portal gun from his jacket, opens a portal, and both walk through it. Ice cream... Just the thought of it makes you happy. Morty takes your hand and tries to help you off the floor. Your legs wobble back and forth. Your knees buckle, causing you to gasp and collapse. Morty quickly grabs your waist and holds you up, saving you from falling. Lifting you up to a standing position, you can see he's about your height.
"Oh, I haven't even introduced myself..." he begins, "I'm the new president of the Citadel." He keeps talking, but you just shamble over to the large window behind the president's desk. Morty follows you, helping you along the way. You reach the window and look outside, the light of the artificial sun warming your face. You smile and sigh.
"You like the sun, don't you?" Morty says.
"I... haven't seen... light... in years." You mutter, your eyes welling up with tears.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He says, standing by your side and looking out the window at the busy city below. You silently nod. You hear a portal open up behind you. Turning around, you see the two Ricks from before walk through, one of them holding a large bowl of ice cream. You smile brightly at the sight of your first meal in a decade. Morty pulls out his chair from his desk and helps you sit down. The Rick holding the ice cream places the bowl in front of you and you quickly begin to eat the whole thing in a matter of twenty seconds. Before you can fully enjoy it, you lose control and vomit onto the floor. Morty steps backwards in shock. Shock fades to disgust. Disgust fades to fury.
"YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS!" Morty shouts. He slams his fist on the desk. Two armed Ricks walk into the room and shoot the first two right between their eyes. You stay hunched over yourself, hovering over the puddle of your own vomit. You don't even want to look up. What you heard was enough to get a vivid image. The armed Ricks drag away the bodies. You look up at Morty, expecting to see anger. But you don't. He looks sorry. Like he pities you.
"I'm... sorry..." you say.
Morty helps you off the floor. "Don't apologize. The IV you were fed through causes you to throw up your first meal once you're taken off it. Didn't they tell you in prison?"
"I... didn't really listen."
"I'll take you to your room." He says, helping you up. You're surprised that he would take you and not a Rick.
Morty leads you down a hallway, different from the way you came in. Every Rick you two pass stops what they're doing and stands at attention, saluting at the president. At the end of the hallway is a room. Morty opens the door with a touchpad. The large doors open, revealing a large, ornately decorated bedroom. It's like something you'd see in a mansion or a castle. You stand in awe.
"This is... mine?" You ask.
"All yours." Morty says, walking you over to the king-sized bed. You sit down on the soft, silk sheets and instantly sink into your bed. You let out a long "aaaah...~" before laying down and letting the blankets consume you.
"There are clothes in the drawers and the closet for you. Pajamas are in the left drawers, your uniforms are in the closet and right drawers." Morty states, walking toward the door. You sit up.
"Uniform?" You ask.
"Right, I forgot to tell you..." he turns around, "you're my new secretary."