The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

The End.

Damn...
My head...
What happened last night...?

Groggy, you look down at your body. You're not wearing the suit you put on this morning, but you're horrified to see that you're wearing the same prison uniform you wore for ten years of your life. Your eyes dart around the small jail cell you're trapped in.
"H-hello!?" You shout. "Is anyone there!?"
"{Y/N}?!" Katya's unmistakable voice cries out, "I'm in the cell next to you!!" You see an arm reach out from another set of bars next to your cell. You scramble to your barred door and reach out your own hand. You two struggle for a moment, but manage to grab onto each other's hands.
"Are you okay?" You ask, relieved that you're talking to her.
"Who cares about me!?" she exclaims, "Are you okay?"
"I care about you, Katya..." you say, voice shaking as you hold her hand tighter. "How long was I out for?"
"About an hour and a half. Do you have any idea where we are?" Katya asks.
"Not a clue, but it has to be Evil Morty. He's one hundred percent involved in this."
Hours pass. The silence in between sentences cuts deep. It's just you and Katya. No sign of any other life around. No sign of freedom. No sign of hope from either of you.
"So..." you sigh, "is this really it? Is this how we die? Rotting away in a jail cell like goddamn forgotten hamsters?"
"Where's our blaze of glory?" Katya groans. "Where's the final battle? Jesus... I had one job... one fucking job... to protect you. I can't even do that."
"Katya... you did all you could. Don't blame yourself at all." You try to comfort her, but she starts crying. You panic, but come up with something. You prepare yourself, then open your heart.

"You never talked much,
But your emerald eyes...
Oh, how those eyes lamented.
They weaved a love story,
Using our feelings of love as thread.
I always knew exactly how you felt,
And you didn't have to open your mouth...
I wanted you to feel the same way I did.
I knew that one day,
Our eyes will share the same message...
The message of true infatuation...
The same few words will echo in our souls...
'I love you.'"

Katya sits silently for a few seconds.
"I wrote that poem for you..." you mutter, face bright red, "you said you wanted to read some of my works..."
"No one's ever written me a poem..." she giggles nervously, "you... really think my eyes are pretty?"
"I think they're some of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." You grin to yourself. "I would actually kill just to see them right now."

It's now or never...
You could die today...
Just say it...

"Katya..." You reach for her hand, voice wavering, "I love you so much... I love you with every fiber of my being... Y-you are everything to me... You give me a purpose... You're the reason I'm still alive... You're why I choose to get up in the morning, why I take care of myself, why I'm not suicidal anymore... For over seventeen years, I've been empty, dead inside... But you? You make me complete... I should've said it way sooner, but I love you more than life itself."
"{Y/N}..." Katya says, "if we get out of here... will you marry me?"
You're extremely taken aback. You laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. "Of course... I'd love to... I'd love to have a First Lady—"
Katya lets out a fearful scream. You whip your head around to see a large, lobster-like alien creature standing in front of Katya's cell. The cell door opens and the alien enters the room next to you. You grab onto the bars and shake them violently.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER, YOU MOTHERFUCKING CUNT!!" You scream at the creature as it grabs Katya. She starts kicking and screaming, struggling to free herself. You reach out for her hand, screaming for her.
"I'll be back for you, {Y/N}!!" Katya gives you a determined, yet frightened smile. "I promise! I'll protect you, no matter what! I love you so much!!"
"I-I-I love you too!!" You sob, still reaching for her as the alien carries her far out of sight. You collapse onto the cold, concrete floor.

Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. All hope is lost. Everything hurts. You have no choice but to stockpile Anxiety Suppressor doses to use all at once to overdose.

There's nothing left.
She's not coming back.
It's been three days.
She's dead.
And you'll be too.
What's the point anymore—