The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Sunset (Alternate Ending)

DISCLAIMER: This is a NON-CANONICAL alternate ending inspired by a theory made by Toaster-Sama. Go check them out because they are a neato mosquito.
On with the chapter, my children!

"H...hm... nnm..."
You can't feel anything. Where are you? You blink a few times and look up at what you assume to be the ceiling. You squint at the bright lights. All of a sudden, you shout the first thing that comes to mind.
"K-Katya!?"
Somebody stands up from a chair and obscures one of the bright lights from the ceiling. You gasp, thinking it's your wife, but when your vision focuses, you're even more shocked.
"{Y/N}..." {SO's/N} stammers as they place their hand on your cheek.
"Y-you...?" You immediately start crying, full of regret. "I'm so sorry... I don't know what I was thinking... I-I'm sorry I ever hurt you..."
Everything is suddenly a blur of doctors and tests and questions you can barely answer. One of the neurologists named Dr. Maja sends all the other doctors out of your hospital room so she can get a better response from you.
"Hi, {Y/N}. I'd just like to fill you in on few things." Dr. Maja smiles calmly at you.
"O...kay..."
"So, you already know that you're {Y/N} {L/N} and somehow you know that you're thirty four years old without being told." Dr. Maja looks down at her clipboard. "The name 'Katya' kept coming up. Who is that?"
You sit up. "M-my wife! Katya Davis-{L/N}! She's an interdimensional mercenary! A-a gun for hire, but she saved me from being killed! Wh-where is she!? I want to see my wife!!" You demand.
The doctor looks up at you, skeptical. "It says that you're not legally married to anyone. Do you remember anyone else?"
Your eyes widen when you remember. "M-Morty..."
Dr. Maja's face turns grim. "Morty Smith... He was at your house party, correct?"
"House... party? O-oh, he was!"
"Well... the reason you're in the hospital is because a mysterious fire was started in your house during the party. You and Morty were trapped inside the master bedroom when the house started to collapse. Twenty five teenagers were killed in that fire. Morty was placed into a coma, but despite our best efforts..." Dr. Maja sighs and looks over at the empty hospital bed across the room, "we couldn't keep him alive. He passed away on his own seven days after we put him under. I'm so sorry..."
"No, that's wrong!" You shout defiantly. "Morty isn't dead! There are hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of them! And Ricks, too! I-I've seen them! I'm their president!! Th-There's millions of me, too! And there's probably millions of you, too!"
"{Y/N}, if these delusions aren't part of your schizophrenia, then you were dreaming," the doctor sighs, "it's common for comatose patients to mistake dreams for real life."
"E-Evil Morty shot me!!" You cry out, gripping your hips. "I'm para—"
Your hands travel down to your skin-and-bone thighs, then your knees, then nothing. You stare up at Dr. Maja in horror.
"Wh-where... are my... l-legs..."

It's been three years since you woke up. You and {SO's/N} parted ways and you live alone now. A few days after you turned thirty seven, you decide to take a trip. The idea comes out of nowhere, but you pack your bags, get all of your rainy day money, and get ready to go. Your caretaker, Jo, drives you to the airport and drops you off.
Six hours later, you fly from Washington to Alaska. On your own, you travel to the shore of the Bering Sea. Despite the frigid wind, it's quite peaceful. You look at your map and look up to see the small, two room log cabin you rented.

After you settle in and unpack, there's a knock on your door. You wonder who could be at your door when you're in the middle of nowhere. You make yourself somewhat presentable and answer the door. Two women stand in front of you. The shorter girl has curly light brown hair that reaches her waist, fair skin, and misty grey eyes. The taller girl has her arm around the other girl. She looks at you with piercing green eyes, the outline of a smile coming from behind the maroon scarf wrapped around her nose and mouth. Her jet black hair is tied into a braid that drapes over the shoulder of her heather grey pea coat.
"You must be the new neighbor!" The shorter girl smiles brightly at you, speaking in an accent containing a bit of Russian. "Welcome to the Shore!"
"We didn't expect anyone to move here so soon, especially at the end of hunting season, but we're glad to have some new life around here." The green eyed woman extends her hand to you. "My name is Katya Davis. This is my little sister, Bonnibel."
You smile and shake Katya and Bonnibel's hands. "{Y/N} {L/N}. Nice to meet you both. Please, come in." You roll backwards to let Katya and Bonnibel in and you go over to the living area. They close the door and follow you, sitting on the couch that you'll most likely never use.
"We got you a cabin-warming gift!" Bonnibel happily hands you a neatly folded wool blanket.
"Thank you!" You chuckle, unfolding the blanket and draping it over your legs.
"So," Katya asks, voice slightly muffled by her scarf, "what brings you to the Shore?"
"Well... I've been through a lot in the past few years of my life, so I decided to clear my mind and spend the rest of the year here."
"Where're you from?"
"Washington."
"Quite the trip."
"Completely worth it, in my opinion. This view beats the suburbs any day." You look out the window at the pink and orange sky. Bonnibel looks outside as well.
"Hey, the sun is setting!" She smiles and stands up, looking at her sister. Katya stands up as well and glances over at you.
"Every day, Bonnie and I sit on the shoreline and watch the sunset. It's a bit of a tradition." She opens the door and lets Bonnibel through. "Do you want to join us?"
"I'd love to." You return the smile and follow them outside. When you go outside, the cold wind chills you to the bone. You wrap the wool blanket around your body tightly and it warms you up quickly. Bonnibel and Katya sit next to each other on the shoreline and you roll your wheelchair next to Katya. You all look up at the setting sun. You smile and sigh happily.
"If I'm being honest..." Bonnibel mutters to her sister, "this has to be the most beautiful sunset so far."
Katya looks up at you, smiling from under her scarf. "Maybe {Y/N} is just good luck."
You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling and glancing away from her.