The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Get Out

Hi, everyone!
This was a really important chapter to write, so I decided to provide some background music for you guys. When I write write important chapters, I like to give background music for the readers so the reading experience is as memorable and emotional as it was for me while writing.
I listened to this song while writing this chapter. The song is called Stockholm Syndrome by Muse. This song has a lot to do with this story. Stockholm Syndrome is a mental illness in which a kidnapped person or someone being held captive gets emotionally attached to their captor or kidnapper through manipulation, making the victim overly servile and makes them want to stay with their captor. Need I say more?
Anyway, this band has been my favorite since I was seven and has influenced my music preferences today. Their music is a mix of Alternative, Punk Rock, New Wave, dubstep, and classical. This is one of my favorite my favorite songs in their Absolution album and overall.

ALSO: I have a big announcement! I'm going to be holding a fan art contest/challenge! Here are some guidelines for the contest:

What to draw
• Draw a scene from one of the past chapters.
• Include a lyric from Muse's Absolution album somewhere in the art. Listen to the album (which I suggest you do, but if you do PLEASE do it in order, trust me it's worth it) or look up the lyrics if you want.
• Nothing too pornographic or sexually explicit, so no genitalia in sight please and thank you I am but a sweet small child.
• If you're going to draw the main character/protagonist, make sure to make it as ambiguous as possible. Avoid body types that could show signs of an obvious gender, we have female, male, and non-binary readers! Also (if you can), avoid obvious skin colors and hair colors and try to obscure their face as much as possible.
• Leave your signature and Wattpad username in one of the corners of the art so I won't get confused.

How to submit your art
• If you have an art book on your profile, post the picture in a chapter titled "TPS Fan Art Challenge" and tag me in the chapter so I can see your art! If you don't have an art book, make one!! Your art is probably really good!
• Contact me on Reddit if you have an account. My username is unironicTrashbag.
• THE DEADLINE FOR SUBMISSIONS IS APRIL 15TH, 2018.

I can't wait to see the results! Good luck, everyone!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Without thinking twice, you grab the files on the desk and make a mad dash towards the door, pushing Morty to the floor. The documents clutched tightly against your chest, you run into the hallway at inhuman speed.

How—
This is great!!!
I'm fast as fuck, boy!!
The implants must've made our legs able to move with high amounts power.
So technically, we are going at inhuman speed.
Because... we are inhuman.
Makes sense to me!
I guess.

"GET THEM!!" Morty shouts at the Guard Ricks standing in the hallway. They begin to chase you, but you're faster. Despite your determination, you stumble and lose speed. Before you could look back, a guard grabs your wrist. You stop dead in your tracks as you try desperately to get your arm back. Your jaw opens up and you let out a scream of excruciating pain as your the skin of your arm is peeled off, leaving it in the Rick's clenched fist. Without thinking, you keep running. You look down at your arm, which is just a robotic, skeletal prosthesis without the artificial skin. When you look up from your arm, you see that the front doors are just up ahead. With your skeletal hand, you reach for your bag and clutch the handle, pulling it out of the shrub and sprinting through the double doors.
The light of day hurts your eyes. You're... actually out... but you're not done yet. The guards are still chasing after you. Your muscles start to burn and your overgrown hair whips your face and eyes. As you sprint into a busy crowd, Ricks and Mortys look at you in shock.
"Hey, it's {Y/N}!!"
"They got out!"
"Th-they're being chased!"
Guard Ricks begin going down one by one, while other {Y/N} Rights Activists run with you and cheer you on, giving you the strength and courage to keep running. You start breathing heavily as you run faster than the supporters can even keep up with. With everything you have left, you sprint down the street, your destination just in sight.
Holding your arm out, you nearly shatter through the glass doors of the Citadel Police Department. You collapse to the floor, your internal battery on reserve energy. Rick and Morty officers stand up from their desk and run over to you. With what little strength you have, you lift yourself up and put the envelope on the reception desk.
"E...evidence... ag...against... presi... president..."
Then, you feel nothing.