The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

The Plan

It may not look it, but you're getting better everyday. Joint by joint, you begin gaining control of more of your body parts, but your mouth is pretty adamant on not moving. At least now you can fully move both your arms and hands on your own. You also learned you can temporarily give up control to your AI at will so Morty won't get suspicious. Even the voices in your head are helping you out with your plan!

Aw, I'm flattered.
What can we say?
This is our body, too!

You're learning more and more about your robotic implants. Your eyes have cameras implanted in the corneas, which are wired to a memory chip in your brain's temporal lobe. If that chip is removed, everything the eye cameras have seen could be uploaded to a computer and viewed as a video. It could make for some incriminating evidence.

It's already been three weeks since the protest, and you've been acting the same way you've been for the past six years, when you're actually plotting to murder Morty and he has no clue. He's been trusting you (or your "hollow husk") a lot more lately.
He goes into this strange laboratory place with you every couple of days. The lab is only unlocked by vocal recognition software, so when only he says "C-782," the door unlocks. Morty doesn't make you do anything, he just lets you stand around, like smelly garbage being useless as always. On a desk, there's a single manila envelope labeled "CLASSIFIED" in bold, red letters. You know for a fact that you can use that against Morty. Now, your plan is finally coming to fruition.

When Morty sends you back to the closet at night, he never locks it because he thinks you can't do anything. But tonight, you prove him wrong. In that closet, you take off your collar and stand up on your own for the first time in six years. You open the door and creep out of the closet like a child's nightmare. You slip into the hallway and down to your old room. All the guards who are usually inside the Capital are outside patrolling the courtyard after the "terrorist attack." You unlock the door with the dusty touch pad and the doors open. You rush into the bedroom and grab the duffel bag you always used to take while going to sleepovers.
You begin feverishly packing the bag with incriminating evidence. You look around the room and your eyes meet with your old, dust-covered Polaroid camera. You grab it and begin taking pictures around the Capital, from the President's desk to the mysterious lab door to the dog bowl full of whiskey. One by one, you stuff the pictures in the bag. You go over to your personal desk and grab everything from you desk, including your laptop and the emergency gun.
When you realize you're losing moonlight, you make sure that everything is exactly how you found it, stuff the camera in the bag, and run towards the front doors to the Capital. Silently, you slide the duffel bag behind a hedge, so no one can see it but it's easy grab while running. Without a single sound or creaky floorboard, you sit down inside your closet, close the door, put your collar back on, and fall asleep. For once, you're looking forward to tomorrow.

Yet again, the closet door opens and light fills the closet. When you see Morty, you immediately go on autopilot. As usual, he tells you to get up and get dressed. Today, he's making you wear an Alice in Wonderland-like blue pinafore, white apron, and striped knee socks. Like you weren't already being humiliated enough with the damn dog bowl. You (regretfully) comply, but instead of doing desk work, he goes straight to the lab. Not part of the plan, but this makes the plan even better! You get into the lab and Morty begins working on something at a workbench, a mug of coffee in his hand.
As if on cue, a high-pitched beeping sound rapidly plays in your ears. Morty flinches and turns around to face you.
"Now what? Precipitous External Temperature Decline? You're cold?" Morty groans and sets his coffee on the table. "Fine. I'll be right back." He exits the lab, leaving the door open. The beeping stops and you begin preparing the final steps of the plan.
You let your collar drop to the floor, just as Morty walks back in and you make eye contact.