The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

As Long As You're Here

"...what? Where am I? Why can't I see!?"
"Ah. It's you again. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"You... YOU... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!? GET OVER HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
"I'm not actually here, you goddamn idiot. I'm in your head."
"Wh...what...?"
"I still need to think for you? God, you're more pathetic than I thought. That eyepatch you destroyed? Decoy, just like the Morty. But you already pieced that last part together. I still have the real eyepatch, so that means I can still control you."
"So why haven't you been?"
"You've regained full sentience. I can't control your body, but I can control your thoughts. But just while you're asleep. It's a bit difficult to control from different dimensions because of the—"
"Sh-shut up!! Shut the hell up!! What do you want from me!?"
"I just wanted to tell you what a good job you're doing. You're following in my footsteps almost exactly."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That mercenary girlfriend of yours?"
"You leave Katya out of this!! This is between you and me!"
"She's getting attached to you. Just like how you got attached to me."
"No she's not!!"
"Soon, you'll start grooming her. She'll want to do anything for you. You'll treat her like an animal, draining her of what little humanity she has left. You'll make her kill your victims for you, you'll blame her for all your crimes, you'll sell her body to keep people quiet... you'll even rape her yourself without her even knowing..."
"SHUT UP!!!"
WHAM.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
WHAM.
"GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HEAD!!!"
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

"{Y/N}, are you— JESUS CHRIST!!"

Your eyes fly open to the feeling of something warm dripping down your face. Your head is pounding and your vision is fuzzy. Something grabs your shoulders. When your vision focuses, you can see the scared face of Katya. Remembering what you heard, you instantly push her away.
"G-get away from me!!" You cry. "I-I-I don't wanna hurt you!!" You try to back away from her, but you're already against the wall. The warmth you felt on your face seeps into your shirt. You touch your back with your left hand. It's... wet. With blood. Katya grips your shoulders tighter.
"What are you doing to yourself!? You were slamming your own head against the wall!! You're bleeding!!" She shouts at you. Her voice starts going fuzzy. "Sh-shit... shit shit shit shit... Dammit, {Y/N}! Hang tight, I'm getting you to a hospital!!"

You open your eyes, expecting to see the bright lights of a hospital room. But you see the dark interior of your own room. You feel the top of your head and sigh in relief when you realize you're not bleeding.

It was just a dream.
Whew...

You climb out of bed and walk into the hallway, clutching your pillow again your chest.

Where to?
No clue.
Maybe a midnight snack?

You go to a room and knock on the door. You scratch an itch on your arm as the door opens. Katya stands in front of you, her long hair tied into a messy bun, wearing nothing but a black sports bra and grey sweatpants. You see a small tattoo of a black Libra symbol below her right collarbone. When Katya sees you, her eyes widen and she leans against the doorframe, attempting to hide her blushing cheeks.
"U-uhm..." She stutters, "hey."
"Hi..." you say. "Can I come in?"
"Um... why...?"
"Can't we just... hang out?"
"I guess... but hang tight a sec!" Katya slams her door shut and leaves you alone for a good minute and a half. After you let out a few good yawns, the door reopens. Katya awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and steps aside to let you in. The only lights are from a few candles and gas lamps. Her room is adorned with decorations, from wool blankets on the bed to a wall bedecked with family photos.

She really made it her home.

You walk in and sit on her bed. Katya sits next to you, legs crossed.
"So, what do you need?" She asks.
"This is going to be embarrassing," you admit, "but I had a really bad dream. I don't really like being alone."
"That's not embarrassing at all! Anyone would be dealing with stuff like that if they went through what you did. I... um..." Katya blushes, reaching under her bed. She pulls out a small patchwork stuffed fox with button eyes and hugs it gently to her chest, "I still have this. Her name is Lisa. My dad made it for me after my mom died. I never left home without it, and I even took it with me across the Bridge. I sleep with her every night."
You smile. "That's really sweet."
Katya looks down at Lisa. "If it makes you feel better at night, you can... take her if you want." She hands you the plush fox. You look at Lisa, then back up at Katya.
"That's really nice of you, but I don't need this," you say.

Go for it.

"Because... as long as you're here, I know that I'm safe."
Katya's cheeks glow a soft pink in the dim candlelight.
"{Y/N}..." she mutters, moving a bit closer to you, "has anyone ever told you that your eyes are just so beautiful... I feel like I'm in heaven whenever I look into them..."

Damn, she's like peanut butter...
Smooth...
Quick, think of something—

You squeeze your eyes shut, sit up onto your knees, and quickly bring your lips to Katya's.

OR YOU COULD JUST DO THAT.
THAT'S AN OPTION TOO, I GUESS.

You can feel her heart pounding against your chest and her heat radiating onto your face. Her lips are soft and (contrary to what you expected) her long teeth don't actually get in the way. And no, they're not sharp. It takes her a few seconds to snap out of her shock, but when she does, she instantly accepts your silent request.