The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

The Confrontation

The doors swing open and the both of you run in, guns ready. You look at the large room.

It's like some sort of...
Throne room.
Arrogant prick.

And on the throne in the back of the room, sits Evil Morty himself. He holds a large gun in his arms, the same kind the decoy in your lab held. Your HUD identifies him as Morty C-782. You aim at him, intent to kill.
"Drop your weapon," you snarl, voice echoing throughout the room, "drop it NOW."
"Better do what they say, asshole." Katya threatens. You glance at the sticky note she gave you, searching for something useful.
"Predict Next Movements..." you mutter almost inaudibly to yourself. A blue outline of Evil Morty shows him standing up, gun in his hands, and opening fire. The projection disappears and you see him begin to stand up. You gasp and whip your head around to look at Katya. "GET DOWN!!"
You and Katya hit the floor as hundreds of bullets whizz past your heads at ludicrous speeds. A message shows up in the corner of your eye, reading "Gunfire Detected. Activating Aimbot." Quickly, you aim your rifle at Evil Morty and fire, causing him to pull his right hand away from the trigger.
You utter a baffled chuckle. "Now that's what I call a life hack!!"
Katya snickers at your little quip. "Nice one."
Evil Morty's robotic hand sparks and twitches on the floor. Blood and oil drips from his wrist and splatters on his face. He wipes his cheeks with his sleeve and picks up his detached appendage, shoving back onto his bleeding stump with a nauseating sound. Immediately, he can move his hand again.
"Wh-what the hell..." Katya mutters, visibly disgusted. Your eyes dart to Katya's belt, which sheathes a large knife.
"Katya!!" You shout. "Day mne nozh!!"

When...
Did I learn Russian?

Even Katya looks a bit surprised at you suddenly being bilingual. "Ponyal!" She exclaims, unsheathing her knife and sliding it across the floor. You clutch it in your robotic hand, stand up, strap your rifle to your back and begin sprinting towards Evil Morty. He throws his gun to the floor and pulls out a long knife. You let out a furious scream as you lunge at Evil Morty, slashing at him with your blade. Your HUD highlights weak points in his body, like his chest, temples, eyes and throat. You slice the skin of his cheek, causing him to swing at you. You toss your knife into your left hand, catching his blade in between your metal fingers. Moving your wrist slightly, you snap the steel blade in half. Evil Morty, completely shocked by your feat, doesn't notice you grabbing his wrist and kneeing his elbow. His left arm nearly snaps in half, bending opposite the natural direction. Before putting your foot down, you slam your heel into Evil Morty's kneecap. You see shards of bone and metal fly against the wall behind him as he sucks in air through his teeth. You hold your rifle in your hands and slam the stock against his face. Evil Morty collapses to the floor from the impact. His eyepatch dangles from his face, sparking from the damage you inflicted. You aim your rifle at his face.
"Finally..." you pant, exhausted from the fight, "it's been seventeen FUCKING years..."
"Is this what you've waited to do?" Evil Morty sits up onto his knees, each bending in two different directions, and he stares at you intently. "Have you waited to kill me for seventeen years, eight months, twenty four days, three hours, forty three minutes and fifty one seconds?"
"Shut. Up." You snarl. Morty grabs the barrel of your rifle and pulls it towards his right eye.
"Then do it. Kill me." He commands. "Finish what you started. Be what you really are. A heartless, remorseless murderer who doesn't belong in the Citadel."
Your hands begin shaking. "Sh-shut up..."
"If you pull that trigger, you'll be no better than me. You'll be exactly like me." Evil Morty sneers at you, a crazed look in his eyes. "Another cog in the machine of corruption. Even after you kill me, I'll still control you. Even when you forget about me, even after you think you've moved on, even when you think you're living happily with your child-murderer of a girlfriend, I'll still be there. I. Will. Never. Die."
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!" You scream at the top of your lungs, tears stinging your eyes. Evil Morty moves your gun towards his mouth.
"Do it then!! Shut me up!!" He almost seductively licks the tip of your gun. "Pull the trigger, motherfucker..."
Your hands violently shaking, you squeeze your eyes shut.
"WATCH OUT—" Katya shrieks.
Your eyes fly open, but it's too late. You collapse onto your back. You stare at your stomach, which is bleeding heavily. Evil Morty stands up from the floor, a pistol in his hands. He aims directly at your head.

M-my legs...
I...
I c-can't...
I can't f-f-feel my l-legs...

[HEAVY DAMAGE TAKEN. CHANCES OF FATALITY: 40%. CHANCES OF IRREVERSIBLE DAMAGE: 100%.]

You shudder violently, breathing labored. You feel tears drip out of the corners of your eyes as you stare at the ceiling, awaiting the inevitable.

BANG.