The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

First Day

Back by popular demand, here's chapter 2! Hope you enjoy, and thanks so much for your support!

The light of the rising sun shines on your face, waking you up from your first night sleeping in an actual bed. You sit up and look around your room. For once, you feel happy to be alive. You emerge from your silk and satin sarcophagus and walk to the bathroom. After a good night's sleep, you feel more confident in the ability of your legs. You look in the large, ornately sculpted mirror in awe. You see your own face for the first time in years. You look like absolute garbage. Despite all you've been through, it's still you! You smile at yourself with yellow teeth. You walk over to the claw foot bathtub, which is about three times the size of a normal bathtub. You strip down to your underwear and gag at the smell of your own body odor. Holy shit! You smell terrible! You quickly turn on the faucet and the tub fills with steaming water. The mirrors and windows begin to fog up. Once the bathtub fills up, you take off the rest of your clothes and slide into the water. You let out a satisfied sigh and begin washing yourself. While cleaning yourself, you notice something on your wrist: a tattoo saying "C-782" and a small, scabbed over puncture wound under the tattoo. The one thing you remember is the pain of getting that tattoo when you were taken in. You cringe just thinking about it. You try scrubbing the tattoo away, even though you know for a fact that it's permanent.
It's been an hour. Your fingers and toes are pruned and wrinkly, and the water has gained a brownish tint. You're just soaking in your own filth now, so this is a bit pointless. You climb out of the bathtub and pick up your towel off the rack. You dry yourself off and grab the bathrobe hanging on the doorknob. It's so warm and fluffy. You walk out of the bathroom once the bathtub is drained. You pause when you notice there are clothes on your bed, which is neatly made. When you get closer, you realize your "uniform" is a formal suit and tie. You can barely remember the last time you wore one.
Suddenly, you see a flash of something. Someone. Your partner. They're laughing and blushing as they hold your hands and dance in the colorfully lit school gymnasium.
You freeze up and feel a single tear roll down your cheek. You never realized how much you missed them until now. You sigh and drop your towel on the floor, and you slowly begin to dress yourself. Once you get your shirt and pants on, there's a knock on the door.
"{Y/N}, the president is expecting you in his office in ten minutes," A Rick says from the other side of the door. You flinch.
"Okay, thank you!" You shout as you quickly weave a belt through the loops of your pants. You tie your tie and button your jacket, barely having time to brush your hair or put on your right shoe. You sprint out your bedroom door, your shoe clutched in your hand. You can swear you hear Guard Ricks snickering at you as you rush past them.
You come to a screeching halt at the door to the President's office. You comb out your hair with your fingers and slide your foot into your shoe. Quickly you lift up your hand to knock on the door, but it opens before you get a chance. A well-dressed Rick stands in the doorway. Must be the President's butler, you think to yourself.
"You made it. Only about..." he checks his pocket watch, "five minutes late. Great job on your first day, kid." You can almost taste the sarcasm in the air.
"I-I'm sorry..." you apologize, struggling to catch your breath, "suits are really hard to put on--"
"No time for excuses. The President is waiting for you." Butler Rick states in a very matter-of-factly manor. "Follow me."
Butler Rick opens the door for you and allows you to walk in ahead of him, then closes the door and stands in front of it. You enter the President's office.
President Morty is sitting at his desk, filling out documents. He looks up and sees you, standing up and walking out from behind his desk. "Good morning, {Y/N}." He greets you.
"Good morning, sir..." You say, slightly intimidated. "I'm sorry I'm late, I slept--"
"Don't apologize." He says, walking over to a desk just outside the office door. You didn't even notice it when you were coming in. "Take a seat."
You obediently sit in the swivel chair, rolling it back and forth. A laptop, an office phone, a day planner, and a desk calendar are set up neatly on the desk.
"The first button on the phone is to call me, the second is to call security, the third is to call the police, and the fourth is in case of an emergency. If things go wrong, there's a gun in the top left drawer." Morty explains. "You're only allowed to use that gun to protect me. If you use it for anything else, you will be executed. Understand?"
You gulp. "Yes..." you mutter, fearfully.
He raises his voice. "Yes what?"
"Y-yes sir!!" You shout, sitting upright in your chair.
"Good." Morty says. He puts his hand on your shoulder and winks at you. "Butler Rick, you are excused."
Butler Rick takes his leave, closing the door behind him.
"Sorry about that. Had to look powerful towards a {Y/N} in front of a Rick." Morty says, leaning on the wall next to you. "{Y/N}s are the lowest in the system. Even less respected than Jerrys. The lowest of the low-lives. The minority of the minority."
"That's... not nice..." you mutter. "Why?"
He sighs, taking a long pause.

"Murderers. Fugitives. Criminals. Liars. Portal gun thieves."