The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

Hunter

Hey! I have amazing news! On this day four years ago (March 14, 2015), I joined Wattpad. Isn't that amazing? I've been here for four years, and look how far I— no, we have come! I say it a lot, but I really couldn't have done this without you. So let's raise a metaphorical glass (drinking's bad stay in school) to another fantastic year and many more!

It's been a week and a half, and my old lifestyle is finally coming back to me. I fixed up the cabin, killed a few deer and got a fire going in the stove. It's nice to get away from the prim and proper life of a First Lady and get back to my roots. I can get as dirty and grimy as I want without putting my reputation on the line. Out here, the only reputation I have is being the most badass motherfucker around. I'm sitting next to the stove, a wool blanket draped over my shoulders. Over the crackling of the fire, I hear heavy footsteps and snapping branches coming from outside. I whip my head towards the boarded-up window, eyes wide.
"Shit, Reds!" I whisper to myself as I instinctually stand up and grab my gun and my backpack. It takes me a second or two to remember that I'm not hiding an illegal immigrant anymore, so the Reds aren't a threat anymore. I keep my guard up when I remember why I'm here in the first place. I crouch down and slowly walk up the staircase to my lookout. I didn't realize that it was the middle of the night, so I open my backpack and pull out the night vision glasses that I built when I was twelve. I slip them onto my head and turn them on, looking around at the forest, now lit up with a florescent green. Bonnibel locked and loaded, I scan my surroundings. The sound of a branch snapping behind me causes me to turn 180 degrees and stare through my scope. Rapid footsteps begin sprinting away from me. I jump to the ground and begin following the footsteps westward. Branches and snow whip my face as I chase after the footsteps. After a lifetime of hunting, I can distinguish by listening to the rhythm of the footsteps that what I'm chasing is bipedal. I switch off my night vision goggles as the edge of the tree line grows closer, coming to a screeching halt when I emerge from the forest.
A hooded silhouette stands on the shoreline, its back to the icy Bering Sea. Its body is covered by a long trench coat. In one hand, it holds the hood shrouding its face in shadows. In the other, a portal gun identical to mine. I anxiously aim my gun at the figure.
"Drop it," I bark.
The figure lifts its head and its hood drops to its shoulders. I gasp and loosen my grip on my gun in shock when I see a skinless steel skull, drenched in crimson blood. I take a step back, realizing who it is. He stands still, staring into my eyes with all the liveliness of a decaying corpse. The only emotion I can decipher from the glare is pure, unadulterated rage. I exhale in attempt to calm myself down, my breath visible in front of me. I tighten my grip on my gun and raise it up further.
"You can't go in the ocean in the dead of winter. You'll freeze to death if you don't short circuit first. You're cornered. I win. Anything you try to do will be useless." I can feel myself starting to cry. "Useless, useless, useless!!"
I freeze and let my tears fall to the ground. My breathing is unstable and I can't stop my hands from shaking. All he's doing is staring at me silently. Why, all of a sudden... Why am I afraid of you!?
"I-I'm not leaving here without you! I'm not done with you yet!" I wipe my nose with my sleeve, gritting my teeth. "And if somehow you get away, know that I will stop at nothing to hunt you down. I will find you and drag you to my personal corner of Hell. By any means necessary, I will protect myself, I will protect my family, and I will protect my Citadel. I was raised to kill, and that's just what I'll do."
He takes a step backwards and I can feel he ice crunch beneath his feet. He raises his skinless hand, blood dripping off of his pointed finger and onto the snowy ground. His silent stare makes me fearfully look over my shoulder. I turn around a split second later when I hear a loud splash. He's gone.
"NO—" I sprint toward the water, but I stop to shield my eyes from the bright green light emerging from under the thin sheet of ice. The light fades, and I'm left alone. I drop to my knees, defeated. He could be anywhere by now. A gust of wind blows my bangs over my face as allow myself to collapse onto the ground.
After a while, I get up and march back to the cabin. I throw my gun and backpack onto the ground, pulling an axe from a tree stump. I grab a log from the ground and put it on the stump. I swing the axe and chop the log in half. I keep chopping wood, letting out a furious roar with each swing. Once a small mountain of wood begins to form next to me, I lodge the axe into the stump and exhaustedly drop to my knees, pulling my mask down so I breathe better. I look up at the sky and let my mouth hang open as I heave fatigued breaths, as if asking God why He did this to me.
I stand up and start packing up my belongings. I put out the fire in the stove and eat the last of my venison. I grab my portal gun from my bag and head home.

I step out of the portal and look around at my bedroom. I drop my bag and collapse face first onto my neatly made bed. I stand up and walk to the light switch next to the door, but the door in front of me unexpectedly opens. I catch a glimpse of {Y/N} before they literally launch themself from their wheelchair and into my arms.
"KATYA!!" They nearly scream at me as they wrap their arms around my waist. Their legs are limply laying on the floor behind them. {Y/N}'s voice shakes as they speak. "Oh my god, I thought you were dead... I had a search party out and everything..."
"Be careful, you're going to hurt yourself," I say, picking them up and sitting them in their wheelchair, "I'm sorry I worried you so much... I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay..." {Y/N} holds my hand and kisses my wedding ring. When {Y/N} is finally still, I realize that they're a complete mess. They have prominent dark circles under their eyes, their clothes are wrinkled and untucked, and their hair is tangled and laden with flyaways.
"What happened to you!? When was the last time you slept?" I exclaim.
"Ever since you went missing..." {Y/N} sighs, wiping tears from their eyes, "I physically couldn't sleep without you... You were the only person who could even get me in and out of bed..."
"Jesus, I'm so sorry... I didn't know... I sometimes forget that I'm still your caretaker..." I say as I crouch down and wrap my arms around them. I feel absolutely terrible for leaving them. They depend on me for everything. I hold their cheek in my hand and look them in their dimly glowing aqua eyes. "From this day forward, I swear never to leave on such short notice ever again. I promise to tell you where I'm going."
"Really...?" {Y/N}'s eyes brighten a little.
"Really really." I smile and kiss their cheek. They wrap their arms around me and rest their head on my shoulder, squeezing me oh so tight.
"Thank you... Thank you so much..." they sniffle. I smile and hold them back, only to be pleasantly surprised by the soft sound of snoring. I gently scoop {Y/N} into my arms and carry them to our bed. I pull back the sheets and lay them down flat on their back, peel off my dirt and animal blood covered clothes, and climb into bed next to them, covering us both with the blankets. I rest my head on {Y/N}'s chest and gently hold their hand. A small part of me wonders if I shouldn't be a hired gun anymore. The only reason I started killing was because I had no family. I was alone. But now that I have a family in {Y/N}, I have no reason to kill for a living. I never really thought about it, but maybe... just maybe... I could settle down for real this time. I curl up next to {Y/N} and let out a long sigh as I close my eyes. As I feel my body getting calmer, all of that is ripped away when something covers my mouth and drags me out of bed. My eyes fly open and I reach for {Y/N} before my head slams against the wall across the room and I black out.