The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Meeting

You wake up to a cold, vacant place next to you in bed. Your body is awake, but you refuse to open your eyes.
"It was a dream... God dammit... It was just a dream... Last night didn't happen, did it?" You frustratedly mutter to yourself.
There's a knock on the door. You cover your face with your pillow and hide yourself under your blankets.
"Go away..." you groan from under your comfy shelter.
"It's me," a familiar voice says from the other side of your door. You freeze and remove your pillow from over your face. You sit upright in bed.
"Uh— come in!" You call out.
Morty opens the door and walks into your room, his black shirt untucked and his blood red tie in his hands. He closes the door and leans against it.
"Morning, sweetheart." Morty chuckles flirtatiously.
Your face heats up quicker than you can process. So it did happen...
"You slept in quite a bit. It's almost 2:30 in the afternoon. You should get dressed," Morty says, fixing his tie in your mirror, "because you're not wearing much of anything."
You look down at yourself. You're completely naked. You quickly cover your body with your blankets in embarrassment.
Morty tucks in his shirt and combs his hair with his fingers. "Dress nice today, we have a meeting to go to."
"We?" You ask.
"Yes, as in both of us. You're coming to this meeting so something like yesterday doesn't happen again."
"I'm... still really sorry about that..."
Morty sighs and looks at you from the mirror. "{Y/N}... I get it. You feel trapped inside the Capital, and you want to see the rest of the Citadel. That's fine, but your anxiety gets the better of you in places like that, especially when you're alone. I've been there, I know how you feel. Next time, I'll go with you. All you have to do is ask." Morty smooths out his shirt. "I'll be waiting outside for you." Morty says as he leaves your room.
You sit in bed, processing what Morty said, then you get up. You look through your closet and find a nice, classy suit. You place the suit out on your bed and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once you're finished, you dry your hair and brush your teeth. Just like your routine back home. Well, looking at your bedroom and your belongings, you figure that this is your home now.
You walk over to your bed and drop your towel, picking up each article of clothing and putting it on.
Once you finish getting dressed, you look in the mirror at your hair. It's... lacking. You go into the bathroom and search the cabinets. Finally, you find what you're looking for. You grab a bottle of hairspray and take it to the mirror. With a comb in one hand and the hairspray can in the other, you hold your breath as you begin to style your hair.
After you finish, you walk into the hallway and up to Morty, who was standing outside your door.
"What was that smell coming from your room?" Morty looks up at you from his feet. His eyes widen when he sees your hair.
You blush. "Well? Do you like it?"
Morty smiles. "I love it. You look incredible."
"Aw..." you giggle.
Morty steps in front of you. "Alright, just stay quiet, act proper, polite and dignified. This meeting is important. For now, you're just my secretary. But if I say anything bad about you, just remember that I love your. Pretend it's like we're acting. Just play the part." He smiles. "You'll do fine."
You nod and stand up straight. Morty begins walking down the hallway and you follow behind him. You can swear Guard Ricks muttering things under their breaths as you walk by, but none of their mouths are moving.

Jesus Christ.

There's no way they walked out of their room like that.

Look at that rat's nest!

What a try-hard.

You can feel them judging you for the clothes you're wearing and how you did your hair.

Did they crawl out of bed like that?

You've got to be kidding.

They're trying way to hard to impress him, and it's not even working.

They look terrible, and he thinks so too!

You want to signal to Morty that you're feeling anxious, but you don't want to attract even more attention to yourself.

Look at what the cat dragged in!

What's the point of getting up in the morning if you look like that?

Do they even own a mirror?

Oh my God, they're about to cry!!

You wipe away tears from your eyes before you break down into a panic attack.
You and Morty stop at the door to the meeting room. You open the door for him as you play the part of the obedient, inferior, servile {Y/N} secretary you're supposed to be. Morty walks into the room and you follow behind him. The room, filled with important-looking Ricks, goes silent as they stare at you.

A {Y/N}?

What the hell is a {Y/N} doing in a place like this?

That's C-782, isn't it?

The one who got released from prison?

Why are they trying to dress nicely?

If they're going to be a Rick-murdering scumbag, they should look the part!

They're going to kill us all, just like they did to C-782!

Why aren't they being shot on sight for being near the president?

And why are they in a meeting like this?

You can feel yourself start shaking. You try to stay still. You and Morty walk to the head of the table. You pull out a chair for Morty and he sits down in it as you sit in your own chair next to him.
A Rick clears his throat. "What are... they... doing here?"
Morty glances coldly at you. "This {Y/N} is my secretary. Tamed, docile, won't cause any trouble. Will you?"
"No sir..." You calmly state, trying not to cry from overwhelming anxiety.
"Impressive. How'd you do it?" The Rick inquires.
"Physical punishment. Beatings, starvation, isolation, et cetera. Now, they'll do whatever I say. Right?" Morty brags.
"Yes, sir..." you mutter. You know it isn't true, but how could he say those things about you?
"Well, show us what they can do,"  another Rick speaks up.
"Get me a glass of whiskey. Now." Morty snaps at you.
"Yes, sir..." you mutter as you stand up and walk over to the counter.
"I never would've guessed a {Y/N} would ever be this civilized." A Rick chuckles. "And you said they'd do anything, right?"
"Anything." Morty says.
"Ever used them for anything... sexual?"
You flinch, almost dropping the glass whiskey decanter onto the floor.
"Haha, I'd never stoop down to that level! Imagine my reputation!" Morty laughs. The room starts laughing at the comment. You can feel tears well up in your eyes as they laugh at you.
"Now, {Y/N}." Morty demands.
You pick up the glass of whiskey and carry it over to Morty. He takes it and sips the whiskey.
"Good job. Go get yourself a glass for a reward." Morty states.
"Thank you, sir..." You walk back over to the counter and pour yourself a glass of whiskey. You pick up the glass and bring it back to your chair. You sit down and take a sip. You almost spit it back into your glass. It tastes terrible! Even though you're a legal adult, your fourteen-year-old taste buds do not want that inside your body.
Every Rick in the room looks at you. Morty shoots you a concerned look hidden under a stern and threatening glare.
You swallow the whiskey and it burns your throat on the way down.
Morty and the Ricks begin their meeting. You can't focus on what they're talking about. Your head starts to hurt terribly.
"S-sir..." you mutter to Morty, who's in the middle of talking. "Sir..."
"Not now." Morty says, and continues talking.
"Sir... please..."
"I said not now."
"But sir, I..." You reach for Morty's hand. He quickly pulls it away.
"Don't TOUCH me!!" Morty snaps as he backhands you across the face. You fall out of your chair. The Ricks stand up and stare at you. Morty grabs your wrist and aggressively pulls you to your feet.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to have a word with my {Y/N}." Morty says as he pulls you into the hallway and closes the door behind him.
Morty throws his arms around you. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry..."
You start to cry as you push him off of you. "N-no... you're not, Morty..." you slur, "you meant all of that... I... I thought you loved me... that's bullshit... all... all of this... it's bullsh... bullshit..."
You wipe your tears away and stumble down the hallway to your room, leaving Morty in front of the meeting room door, silent.