The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Equally Damaged

Your eyes fly open as you wake up in a cold sweat, sounds of beeping and murmurs surrounding you. But not the usual murmurs that you hear. Different murmurs. Your vision focuses as your eyes dart around the room. You sit up in a hospital bed and look at the Ricks surrounding you.
"Where... am I?" You ask.
"The hospital at the Citadel. You shot yourself trying to commit suicide." One of the Ricks said. "Do you remember which dimension you're from, {Y/N}?"
"C-782." You mutter, confused and scared. You lift up your hand and feel a long, slightly healed scar going from the top of your forehead to the top of the bridge of your nose.
"Your skull... it was completely shattered." A Rick spoke up. "Most of your brain damaged, almost beyond repair. We replaced the damaged parts with cybernetic neural enhancements, along with most of your skull needing to be replaced with metal plates. The procedure took almost twelve hours."
There's a knock on the door.
Morty walks in. His gaze is nothing but stoic. The Ricks in the room disperse, leaving only you and Morty. In his left hand, a black silk eyepatch. In his right hand, a scalpel. Placing the scalpel in his left hand, he reaches behind his right eye and reveals two wires. Morty takes his eyepatch and plugs his eye into the circuitry inside the patch, tying the string around his head.
You feel a chill go up your spine, and your arms and legs go numb.
"What... did... you... do... to... me..." you mutter, completely overcome with terror. Morty approaches you, his expression glazed and emotionless.
"It's all falling into place, {Y/N}. Can't you see?" Morty states in a flat tone as he grabs your head.
"M-Morty... I'm... sca...scared... d..." You begin to cry, feeling Morty cut into the top of your head but feeling no pain.
"You should be. You know how I feel. Welcome to my personal corner of Hell." Morty grabs a bone saw and begins carving into your skull, but all you can hear is the saw itself against your skull. "You did this to me. It's only justice for you to suffer as well."
"Please... don't do this to me... I'm sorry..." Your eyes dart to the table next to you as Morty sets a large square of your skull on a tray.
"You were on a drunken rampage. Do you remember what happened the last time there was a drunken rampage? You killed my whole family." Morty says into your ear.
"But..."
"Did you really think I'd forgive you for that? Sure, that day ten years ago made me the man I am today, but that was my family. That was my life. You stole it from me." Morty starts prodding at your brain. "Now... you'll know my pain."
"M...M...Mor...ty..." You start fading out of consciousness. You start crying, but no tears fall from your eyes.
"With me, you'll do what all the other {Y/N}s do. Kill Ricks. You even agreed you would." Morty picks up a wire from the table. "Don't you remember...?"
"I... luh... lah... love... you..." You can barely put your words together.
"Then why did you kill me? You don't love me. {Y/N}s can't love. They're sociopaths. Schizophrenics. They hear voices. They're suicidal. And I used that to further my plan. You can't outsmart me. You are small. Inferior. Obedient. Servile. But really, you and I..."
Morty moves in front of you and looks you in the eyes. Your vision fades to black, but you hear one last thing.

"...we're equally damaged."