The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Ambush

There's a soft knock on your door. Gun in hand, you greet your partner in crime. Epsilon clutches her rifle tightly in her arms, eager to get going. You talk over the plan one last time, then Epsilon checks her tablet and inputs the coordinates on her portal gun. You two are about to step through the portal, but you put your hand on Epsilon's shoulder. She stops and looks at you.
"Epsilon..." you say, concerned, "how do I know you didn't try to kill me during my speech...?"
"Bullets and energy weapons sound completely different from each other," she assures you, "and I almost never use the sniper rifle function on Bonnibel. She doubles as an automatic assault rifle, and in my opinion, it's just more comfortable to shoot automatic weapons. I don't have the patience or attention span to be a professional sniper. And... you're one of the few people I actually... well, trust. Nobody's been this nice to me in... I don't even know how long. So... thank you, {Y/N}." A genuine smile can be seen from behind her mask.
"Epsilon..." You smile back at her.
"A-anyway... enough of me gettin' all sappy. Let's go." Epsilon grabs your hand and leads you through the portal.
When you step through, you instantly recognize where you are.
"This is where we took all those kidnapped Mortys..." you mutter to yourself. You walk down the hallway, your hand still being held by Epsilon. You don't know why, but you don't object. Your footsteps echo throughout the empty room, but are interrupted by Epsilon pausing.
"Stop. I think I hear something." She holds her hand up. Her expression becomes flooded with fear when she hears screaming. The screaming of a young girl.
"BOL'SHAYA SESTRA!!!"
"BONNIE!!" Epsilon shouts, sprinting down the hall towards the source of the disembodied screaming. You chase after her, but she's faster than you and (as far as you know) she's only human. She runs into an empty room. Before you can catch up to her, a door slams shut, trapping her in the room and you in the hallway. You run to the door, banging on it and struggling with the handle to get Epsilon's attention. Standing on your toes, you look through the large window into the other room and see Epsilon run over to the door and looking at you through the window. You pull out your pistol and tell Epsilon to duck. You take aim at the center of the window, pull the trigger, and...
The window just absorbs the laser.
You and Epsilon look hopelessly at each other through the window. She breaks eye contact and looks behind you with wide eyes.
"GET DOWN!" She screams, slightly muffled. You drop to the floor as bullets whizz over your head and shattered glass falls on top of you. Epsilon's boots leap over you and land in front of your face, blood dripping onto the floor. You look up in a panic.
Epsilon stands in front of you, clutching the blade of a large knife being wielded by Evil Morty. Blood pours down her bare hands and wrists as she holds the blade with all her might. Evil Morty struggles to get the knife free. He pulls it upwards out of Epsilon's hands, slicing a gash in her cheek. She stumbles backwards, holding herself up against the wall. Evil Morty opens a portal on the opposite wall and leaps through. Before you can get up and reach it, the portal closes.
Silence fills the hallway as Epsilon drops to her knees, blood loss taking a toll on her body. You crawl over to her and hold her shoulders, tears falling down your face.
"Epsilon!!" You cry. "Why did you do this!?"
She rests her bloody cheek on your shoulder, fading in and out of consciousness. "I... couldn't let him... hurt you..." she mutters, "y-you're... all I... h-have... I can't... lose you... t-too..."
You grab the portal gun from Epsilon's holster and input the coordinates, shooting a portal onto the floor and dragging yourself and Epsilon in.
You fall from the portal onto the floor of your office, clutching her tightly. You lift her up and carry her to your desk, sitting her in your chair. Opening your lab door, you run down the stairs and grab a medkit, running back upstairs over to Epsilon, who's bleeding heavily. You temporarily wrap her hands with gauze to stop the bleeding for a little while. You pull out a surgical needle and thread. When you reach for her mask, Epsilon grabs a tight hold of your wrist and doesn't let go.
"Epsilon, your face is bleeding," you plea, "I need to take off your mask. Please."
Epsilon, sighs and lets go of your wrist. You pull her mask down so it's dangling from her neck. You look at her mouth and see what she's been hiding all this time.
Four overgrown canine teeth, her top two resting on her bottom lip and her bottom two resting on her top. Blood leaks out of her mouth from the open gash in her left cheek, making her look like a vampire or a monster. You hold her other cheek, place the needle in your right hand, and get to work. You stitch the gash closed and take the bandages off of her hands, cleaning them with hydrogen peroxide.
"Sorry if this stings..." you say.
"I'm... sorry you... had to see... that..." Epsilon mutters to you. "I'm ... ugly."
"You're not ugly!" You exclaim, looking into her sad eyes. "I think your teeth are... neat."

"Neat?"
"Neat!?"
That's all you have to say!?
"NEAT!?"
Wow.
Give it up for our suave President {Y/N} {L/N}, everyone.

You look to the side in embarrassment, but look back up at Epsilon when you hear her laugh.

Fuckin' nailed it.

"T-thanks, {Y/N}."
"No problem."

Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and have a nice Valentine's Day! I'll be having a nice date with my girlfriend tonight. Also, I've really been pumping out these uploads the past week or so, haven't I? I had the second half of the book (Just A Toy through Ambush) pre-written. And my impatience self just had to upload them. So that means... I don't have anymore pre-written chapters. I hope you're not used to the upload schedule, because uploads will be spread apart a few days.
Thanks for reading!
-Luci

DUE TO RECENT EVENTS, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE DELAYED. My thoughts and prayers go out to the victims, students, and families of the Florida high school shooting.