The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

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You sit in your office in the Citadel, going over bills and potential laws. Your intercom begins to beep. Reaching over with your gloved hand, you press the flashing button.
"President {L/N}, we're ready to perform the procedure," the intercom says, "the machine in the laboratory is on hold for you."
"I'll be there in a minute." You release your finger from the button and stand up from the desk.
You approach the wall panel and the laboratory door opens. You make your way down the spiral staircase, tightly clutching the railing. You step into the lab, greeted by a tall figure strapped to a table. Wires weave in and out of the body, most of them leading to an empty table next to it. You slowly walk over to the body, its skinless robotic arm resting on its naked stomach. You stroke its soft, lifeless cheek.
"Flawless..." you mutter, smiling, "not a single thing out of place. Every detail is there...." With a sigh, you undress and lay on the empty table, inserting your wrists and ankles into the loose straps.
"Begin procedure preparation." You announce, causing the straps to tighten and a many-armed machine to descend from the ceiling. Each sharp, spider-like arm punctures your artificial skin, burrowing deep into your endoskeleton.  Glancing over at the glassy stare of the pincushion corpse next to you, you let out a nervous breath.
"Commence procedure."
A current of electricity fills your body, causing your chest to convulse upwards. When you collapsed onto the table, you were dead.

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Your eyes fly open as you let out a pained gasp for air. You clench your hands into tight fists and a cold sweat drenches your entire body. You begin to cry in excruciating pain and crippling terror.
The wrist and ankle straps loosen  and you curl up into a fetal position on your side, shaking violently. You pause and look down at your asymmetrical hands. Your eyes travel down to your legs, then at the other table. A child's lifeless body is strapped down, limbs limp and eyes glassy. That's... your body.
You quickly stand up, but you back against the wall in fear when you see that you're over a foot taller. Your back slide down the wall as you hug your long legs to your chest.
Once the shock wears off, you slowly stand up and walk to the mirror. You're an adult. You touch your cheek to make sure that this is real and not some nightmare. But it's a dream come true. You touch the mirror, laughing and crying at the same time. You're so confused and elated and scared all at once. You haven't felt so many emotions in so long. You get dressed in a new suit and put your black glove on to cover your hand. Composing yourself, you take the portal gun left on the table for you. You adjust the dials and shoot a portal at the wall. After a long mental preparation, you step through.