The President's Secretary (Evil Morty X Reader)

It's Personal

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling. You smile when you remember that Katya is finally home.
"Good morning..." you mutter, looking to your side. Your eyes widen slightly when you see that nobody is there. Slowly, you hold your body up with your arms. "Katya?"

Where is she?
She's probably in the bathroom or something.
She'll be back in a little while.

So you lay back down and wait it out. After twenty minutes, you reach over and roll your wheelchair closer to your bedside, clutching both handles tightly. With shaking arms and withheld breath, you slowly lift yourself from the bed to your seat. You sigh and relax your body. You begin to make your way across the room, but you notice that your bare foot got caught on something. Something from under the bed. Even thought you can't feel it touching you, the thought of something from under your bed touching your foot still makes you shudder. You bend over to get a closer look at what touched you, only to see that it was just one of Katya's combat boots laying flat so the sole was what touched your foot. You chuckle to yourself and reach to pick it up. You grasp the boot and pull it, but it won't budge.

Must be stuck under the bed.

With a bit of extra strength, you pull the boot out from under the bed. When you look down, you freeze when you realize that you pulled the boot off of a foot. You throw the boot to the side and grab onto the foot with shaking hands and pull it from under the bed.

It's... Katya...

The entire right side of her head and hair is entirely crusted over with maroon blood, her eye nearly popping out of its socket. Her jaw is askew and clearly broken. The expression frozen on her ravaged face is one of complete shock. It takes you a minute to hear yourself shrieking at the top of your lungs. Without thinking, you push yourself out of your wheelchair and collapse onto the floor. You crawl to your wife's body and, with violently shaking hands, hold her face. Dried blood flakes off of her cheek and onto your palm. You heave loud sobs as you rest your head on Katya's chest and hold her stiff hand, like she always did to you. When you hold her hand, you realize that it's unnaturally stiff, even for a body going through rigor mortis. Your horror quickly turns into confusion as you bend one of her fingers backwards and it doesn't snap. It just bends backwards, like there's no bone. When you let go of the finger, it bounces back into place. Slowly, you open the drawer of your bedside table and pull out your pocket knife.

If this isn't what you think it is...

You open the knife and clutch the handle with sweaty hands. You take the body's hand and put the knife to its knuckle. Squeezing your eyes shut, you slice the finger clean off. You slowly open your eyes, expecting to see blood, but you don't.

It's stuffing.
Like in a teddy bear.

"What the fuck..." you mutter, extremely perplexed. Your shaking subsides and you plunge your knife into the body's chest and slice it open. You dig your hand inside and pull out a handful of stuffing. Angrily, you throw it on the floor and hold your head.

Who the hell would do this!?
Oh, you know damn well who.
Katya can't possibly be here.
She would've ran in when she heard you scream.
And her portal gun is on the floor next to the bed!
If she went out, she would've taken it with her.
She's in trouble.

You reach in your shirt and pull out the emergency alarm you always wear, clicking the button a few times. Two Ricks run into your room and over to you.
"Are you okay?" One says as they both help you into your wheelchair.
"I'm fine." You sit down and roll to the Katya's side of the bed.
"H-holy shit..." the other one says, staring at the fake body, "what is that?"
"A certain someone at the top of the government watchlist kidnapped my wife and hid a fake body under the bed." You look at a large bloodstain on the wall as you pick up Katya's backpack and rifle from the floor. "I'm going after him and getting her back. Tell my Vice President that he's in charge and tell the presses that I went on an impromptu vacation with Katya."
"President Davis-{L/N}, how long will you be gone?" The first speaks up.
You open your closet and grab your pulse rifle, strapping it to the back of your wheelchair. "Give me a day." After strapping on some gear and activating your HUD, you back out of the closet and pick up your portal gun. You go over to your bedside table and write something down in a notebook, tearing the page out and handing it to one of the Ricks. "If I'm not back by this time tomorrow, this is the dimension I traveled to. Stay out of this as much as you can, this is personal."
The Rick hesitantly takes the paper and looks at it. You shoot a portal at the wall and go through it.