The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Kitty and Bonnie

"Well... since you saved my life... I guess I owe you this." Epsilon sighs as you put away the medical supplies.
"Epsilon, you don't owe me anything." You look up at her and you realize that she hasn't put her mask back on.
"Really, I do." She holds her face. "My real name is Kitty Davis, short for Katya. I was born on January 17 in rural Alaska, close to the border of the Alaskan-Soviet Land Bridge. I was born with a dental deformity, causing my canine teeth to grow twice their natural length. I've had it ever since my teeth started growing in. It got so bad that classmates would make fun of me in school, calling me "monster girl" and "Dracula." I needed to be homeschooled after that. Anytime I went into the city or in public, I had to wear a surgical mask. It's kinda become a comfort object, which is why I wear it even today. I was raised by my father George and my mother Juniper, but she died at sea when I was four. My dad owned a fish and game business, so we had to live close to the Bering Sea. After my mother died, I was afraid of the ocean, thinking that the chunks of ice were giant monsters. Every time my dad would ask me if I wanted to go out to sea with him on his boat, I would hide in the cabin. Until he told me something I won't forget: 'Make your fears afraid of you.' He gave the best advice. So I went on that boat and actually yelled at the inanimate chunks of frozen water. I wasn't scared of the ocean after that."
You pull up a chair next to Epsilon. "You said that you lived near the Alaskan-Soviet Land Bridge? The USSR still exists in your dimension?"
"Yeah," Epsilon sighs, "the Reds won the war, and they would only surrender if the US built a land bridge from Russia to Alaska and allow the Reds to take the state for themselves. And that's what happened. The Alaskans didn't put up a fight. While I was growing up, my home was in the process of being taken. The Bridge itself was a hot spot for Russian immigrants trying to escape communism. I was nine when I was I found one of them. A six-year-old little girl. Couldn't speak a bit of English. She wandered across the Bridge on her own. I took her back to the cabin and showed my dad. We adopted her and named her Bonnibel."
Epsilon looks down at the rifle at her feet.
"That's who you named your gun after. Your little sister." You smile at her. "That's really sweet."
She hugs her knees and leans back in your chair. "Bonnie and I were inseparable. Bonnie wasn't scared of my teeth. She was the first person other than my own parents to not be scared of who I am. She was my first best friend. My father always wanted to have a second daughter with my mother, but she died before they could get the chance. At the time, we didn't have enough money to go to the city every day to bring Bonnie to school, so my father and I homeschooled her. I helped teach her English and my father taught her math. As Bonnie got older, she started helping my father out with the fishing business while I went out hunting and brought home dinner. That's how I learned how to shoot."
You reach for the bandages on Epsilon's hands as she talks, tightening them so they won't fall off.
"I was a damn good hunter too. At least, that's what my dad told me. I had a big dog named Misha. I found him in a pound in the city. He was about to get put down, so after hours of crying, my father let me adopt him. He and I would go hunting together. But I never hunted innocent animals, like deer or rabbits. I hunted large animals like bears and wolves. Their meat would last like longer and they have more pelt to use for jackets and clothes."
"So how did you decide to become a mercenary?" You ask. "By the way, are you hungry?"
"Uh— I'm actually kinda thirsty. Can I get some water?"
"Sure." You stand up and walk to the fridge in your personal kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and a bottle of Jack Daniel's for yourself. You come back to your office, sitting next to Epsilon. You open the water bottle for her and she takes a sip, tilting her head to the right to make sure the water won't touch her stitches.
"It's actually... not the happiest story. I was eleven at the time. Bonnie, my father and I were sitting in our cabin, eating the dinner I just hunted. We got a knock at the door and my father answered it. Some Reds barged in and said we were harboring an illegal immigrant. We never prepared for anything like this. Like the rest of the state, my father didn't put up a fight. He knew that they would come for Bonnie eventually. But I was pissed. I remember my father's advice. I grabbed my shotgun from the closet and aimed it at the Red who was grabbing my sister and told him 'Back off, that's my sister.' They just laughed at me and called me 'Chernobyl girl' as they took away my sister. They told me they'd be back to arrest my father and me for harboring an illegal immigrant. Then... they took Bonnibel away from us...
"I told my father that we needed to go to Russia and get Bonnie back. He told me that he couldn't go, but I could go on my own. I said that I didn't want to leave home without him, but he looked me in the eyes and told me 'Kitty, when you have a solid upbringing and a strong sense of place, that sustains you.' I'll never forget those words. He took me to the best gunsmith in the state, bought me my gun with almost all the money we had left, and I went to the Land Bridge."
You realize that you're literally sitting on the edge of your seat. You're so enthralled in her story, you haven't even touched your bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What happened next?"
Epsilon wipes a tear from her eye and continues her story. "I had searched for my little sister for weeks. My search took me to a laboratory. I broke in undetected and searched the lab. I went around in the air vents so I wouldn't be spotted. I came to the end of a path. I looked out into the room I was over and saw a small room. And after so long, I finally found Bonnie. She was..." Epsilon stops, holding her mouth in horror and disgust. "They were... doing tests on her... they c-cut her open... stitched her back together... b-burned her body... made her hurt... A-and I... couldn't control m-myself... I aimed through my scope to sh-shoot the guard... b-but... " She clenches her fists, tears welling in her eyes, regretting what she's about to say.
"I-I-I missed—" She shouts, clutching her hair and sobbing loudly. "I shot her!! I FUCKING KILLED MY OWN SISTER!!"
Epsilon's eyes roll into the back of her head as she collapses out of the chair and onto the floor.
"Epsilon!" You exclaim, dropping to your knees to make sure she's okay. "Take it easy. You lost a lot of blood. You... don't have to finish the story if you don't want to."
Epsilon sits up and looks at you, teary-eyed. "N-no... you deserve to know..."
You sigh and sit down on the floor. "If you insist."
She holds her head, stressed and weak. "I didn't know what I was doing. I was in pure shock. I jumped out of the vent and held my gun up to the guard and he screamed, shouting about how a subject escaped through a portal. I killed him before he could attract too much attention to himself. He dropped a weird looking gun. Getting a closer look at it, I realized it was a portal gun. Once I actually realized what I did... I just ran away. I ran back home. But... after I crossed the Bridge, I didn't go home. I went through a portal and arrived at the Citadel. I started going through more and more portals. Then... I lost my way home. I didn't have any money with me. Just me, my gun, and my guilt. I thought that the only job fit for someone like me would be a gun-for-hire. So that's what I did. I grew up dimension hopping and living with random people and aliens. But one of my rules is that I never use my sniper rifle. I only use it as an assault rifle. A while back, a regular client of mine asked me to take out the President of the Citadel, who was Evil Morty at the time. I stayed here for a while, but then when I got the chance, he wasn't president anymore. You were. I heard your story and was in shock. This wasn't between me and my client, this was between me and Evil Morty. I figured you and I could work together. And while I've been here, you've been so nice and so understanding. I thought that the moment you heard my story or saw my face, you'd immediately hate me. But I was so wrong... I've never been happier to be wrong—"
You throw your arms around Epsilon, pulling her into a tight embrace. You feel her tense up, but she eventually melts into your chest, resting her forehead on your shoulder. She lets out a peaceful sigh.

...what am I doing?
She looked like she needed it.
Can't I just be nice for a change?

"I could never, ever thank you enough, {Y/N}. Everyone who's ever cared about me is dead or missing. But I'll make sure you won't be like the others. I swear on my own life that I'll protect you. I'll make sure nobody ever hurts you again. I'll protect you until my final breath." Katya clutches your hand in hers. "You're too important to me, {Y/N}... I can't lose you too... You're all I have... I... I l..." She falls silent before she can finish her thought.