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Connor|RK800 x Reader: Ocularity Ch. 4

Word count: 2236 Warnings/Categories: Rating up to explicit, romance, friendship, fluff, light angst, bad language, uncle Hank Notes: Repairs continue at the squat. We’ll get back to Connor in the next chapter!

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October 30th 09:49 AM

Androids have a built-in repair and replace system, so they know how to perform basic repairs and attach new parts into their frames. What the system doesn’t take into account is the fear and reluctance of deviants for doing so. You wouldn’t want to plug out your eye either.

You wait patiently, watching Ralph twist and turn the new optical unit in his hands. You feel sorry for him; how he is forced to trust a stranger, a human, with nothing but your words as assurance.

Ralph doesn’t really have a choice if he wants to continue his existence outside the squat. His left optical unit is broken so that it displays the hull instead of the white and hazel exterior mask. The projection is stuck and you might be able to repair it, but there is really no sense in waiting for that. It’s easier to just snatch spare parts from the storage at CyberLife.

Ralph blinks several times after plugging in the component. The skin mask grows worryingly slowly back around his eye despite the Thirium he drank earlier. His vision might’ve been impaired due to the broken sensor and it takes a moment for him to adjust when his processors no longer need to compensate for the damage.

“Better?” you ask with your arms folded over your chest.

The smile creeping to the deviant’s face makes the effort worth it.

“Yes, much better! Thank you, Doctor,” Ralph says merrily and his head spins around as he looks at the room with the new eye. The eye color is not an exact match, but close enough to be unnoticeable from a conversing distance.

“We’re not done yet,” you remind him, “We could try spreading the conducting agent now to your face.”

Ralph sits down and starts slapping his thighs in excitement. “Ralph will be all new! Ralph will be all new!” he chants and giggles.

“I need you to remove your skin mask while I spread this,” you explain as you shake the colorless mixture in a small spray bottle.

Ralph hesitates for a moment, but presses two fingers to his temple just below the blue LED. His skin melts into the white plastic frame.

You’re surprisingly happy with how neat and even the surface of his face looks without the mask. Technically, the equipment and materials you used to patch the gashes are not meant for such large damage. The replacement level for android parts is extremely high – it’s easier and safer to plug in a new component than repair the old and risk problems.

“Please close your eyes…”

You spray the conducting agent carefully, making sure the layer is even on the patches of the dried adhesive.

When you place the bottle on the table, you realize both Kara and Alice stand quite close, intensely following what you’re doing.

“Alright, try growing the skin now,” you say.

Ralph opens his hazel eyes and looks at you with wonder while the skin mask gradually covers the whole of his face again.

It’s not perfect. Regrettably, you’re not a sculptor, you’re a scientist, but from afar it’ll look there is nothing wrong with Ralph. From up close it looks like he has healed scarring on his face. The surface is uneven and if you really try, you can see the edges of the cuts.

You take the small mirror – stolen from an old compact – from the table and offer it to Ralph. The excited grin on his face lights the dreary room. He squeals.

“Ralph looks all new! Ralph’s face is new! Thank you, thank you, thank you…” He can barely sit still while touching his face where the cuts used to be.

“You’re welcome, Ralph.” Genuine happiness for him swells your heart and that is exactly the feeling why you continue to help deviants despite all the risks.

“Looks good,” Kara says, and you turn to see her smiling. She’s holding Alice’s hand. “Do you think you could… help me too?”

“I thought you said you’re not injured?” you ask concerned.

Kara shakes her head. “No, I– I need to get rid of this.” She taps the LED on her temple.

“Oh. Of course. We need to take off yours too,” you add to Ralph and turn to find your pliers. Their end is flat enough to fit into the small maintenance gap between the LED and the android’s skin.

Kara stands perfectly still while you yank her LED off. It falls onto the floor with a tiny clink and Alice picks it up.

“Thank you,” you say when she drops it to your open palm. You toss it into the bag. It’s better to not leave any evidence behind. That’s why you’re taking Ralph’s broken optical sensor with you, too. You’ll probably drop them into a dumpster on the way home.

“Okay, okay, now Ralph’s!” He wiggles in the chair. “This is going to be great!” He hums to himself and giggles.

You pull Ralph’s LED off and comb his blonde hair to the left. His hair is short, but at least it’ll hide a small portion of the scarring in the hairline.

“You should do something to your hair, Kara,” you say as you ponder should you cut Ralph’s. Who would’ve guessed you would one day have to become a hair dresser to help deviant androids.

“That’s a good idea,” Kara nods, “Do you have–?”–You give her small scissors from the toolkit before she can finish the sentence–“Thank you.”

Alice holds the mirror, while Kara cuts her long hair and brown locks fall to the floor.

You move on to the next problem: Ralph can’t move around in the service outfit, if he wants to blend in. He is starting to look decently like a human being in need of a bath, but the android gardener’s costume is too easy to spot even with the cloak he is sporting.

“Put these on.” You give a pile of clothes to Ralph from the bag – casual pants, a hoodie and a coat. You’ve bought most of them from second hand stores online.

“Ooh, thank you, Doctor. Ralph will look nice in these,” he muses and dances around.

“I need to go soon, but Ralph, there’s one thing we need to discuss…” you say hesitantly and take out your datapad.

It’s a mistake.

Multiple things happen at the same time. Ralph lets out a cry and grabs the knife from the table. The clothes fall on the floor. Kara pulls Alice away from him and reaches out for her gun. You stand still, frozen and stunned by the violent reactions of the deviants. So much for having earned their trust.

“NO! YOU DON’T CONNECT RALPH TO THE MACHINE–”

“Okay! Okay! I won’t! Calm down!” You slowly put away the datapad, back into the depths of the bag. “See? It’s gone now. You have nothing to worry about.”

Your heart is ramming inside your chest, but you refuse to give in to the panic. It’s amazing how high your tolerance is for having your life on pause these days.

Ralph starts pacing around, holding the knife against his chest and humming.

“Ralph, please calm down,” Kara says in a stern tone. Her hand behind her back is holding the gun, you’re sure of it. “You should listen to her.”

You’re thankful for her support in persuading Ralph, and it helps you to push onwards.

“Ralph, I only want to help – I want to scan your diagnostics software for errors to see if it helps you control your emotions. Just to see if it triggers a self-repair sequence,” you explain with a pleading undertone in your voice. Ralph needs to understand his chances of survival will go up if he doesn’t want to tear humans apart on impulse.

You haven’t asked directly, but gathering from what Ralph has told you, you think he has killed people before settling into the squat. The thought is unsettling, so you push it away.

“Ralph… Ralph is sorry. He needs help, he knows,” he admits sadly.

You let out a relieved huff. “I promise you, I won’t interfere with anything inside your head. I’ll just check the code and see if there are any errors, then we can try to fix them, okay?” you say.

Ralph nods and sits at the edge of the chair.

You take out the datapad again. “Can you connect to this?”

The screen comes alive and informs you that a WR600 with the serial number 021 753 034 wants to connect. You make sure Ralph sees what you’re doing and accept.

“I’ll run the scan now,” you inform him.

It takes several minutes and each time the list of malfunctions grows, your heart sinks. Most of them are minor. A few of them are problems, class 4 problems.

“How does it look?” Kara asks quietly.

“I hope the self-repair sequence is just broken and it’ll fix them – in some way.” You glance at Ralph. He looks so lost. You can’t imagine what it’s like for a deviant when someone takes a peek inside their head. Androids don’t feel pain, but you can’t imagine it’s pleasant. “Interfering with the code might change him and I don’t want to do that.”

“I see,” Kara replies. You can feel how the thought makes her uncomfortable.

In the end, there are three errors you pinpoint to be real issues. You’re not an AI software engineer, so you’re barely able to read and understand what part of the code does what. According to the error log, changing the damaged optical sensor made some warnings disappear. Constantly seeing red warning triangles in your vision is a good source for stress, so there is one less for Ralph now.

The diagnostics program is stuck in a loop due to extreme stress to the system, which in turn creates more stress for the processors. It sounds bad, but it’s just like you hoped: fixable. You’re not an expert on deviants, but you’re fairly sure getting rid of the warning labels will help Ralph control himself and his newly found emotions better.

You force the self-repair sequence to start, confident that it’ll work.

Ralph instantly goes rigid for a second and then relaxes. You wish you hadn’t removed his LED yet to make conclusions of his well-being, but the code scurrying onwards on the datapad screen looks good; clean and blue like it should be.

“I think it’s working,” you say more to Kara than Ralph, because you don’t know can he focus on hearing you.

“Is he going to be okay?” Alice asks in a tiny voice.

You smile gently at her. “I’m doing everything I can to help him,” you assure.

Alice nods and reaches for Kara’s hand. Ralph seems to come back to it since he starts to look around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time.

“How do you feel?” you ask. The program runs to its end. Everything looks clear.

“Ralph… Ralph feels good.” He nods repeatedly, confused at the way he feels. The tension is gone from his movements, though the merry mannerisms are still there.

You turn off the datapad and put it away.

“I’ve done everything I can,” you say and smile.

“Thank you. Ralph will never forget what you did to him!” He shakes your hands and smiles from ear to ear. WR600s are manufactured positive by nature and you sincerely hope Ralph will hold on to that in his deviancy.

You take off the gloves and throw them into the bag along with everything else on the table. There are a lot of good back alleys with large unlocked dumpsters in Camden. You’ll get rid of the stuff you need to and jump into a bus.

“Thank you,” Kara says in earnest. You notice she changed her hair color to black.

“What will you do now?” you ask.

“We don’t know yet.” She looks at Alice and squeezes her hand.

You hum in thought. “Well you shouldn’t stay here. I’ve helped a lot of deviants and some of them speak about a place called Jericho. Others head to Canada,” you say.

“We’ll think about it. Thank you, for everything.” Kara glances at Ralph, who is still smiling like he swallowed the sun.

“In any case, I need to go now. You should too. Good luck – Ralph, Kara, Alice.”

You give the deviants one last encouraging smile and pull the duffel bag over your shoulder.

As you walk in the light rain, minding your own business and feeling good about yourself, a familiar nostalgic car drives past you. It stops only a half a block away in front of a 24/7 convenience store.

Your heart leaps into your throat. The wholesome feeling of happiness dissipates faster than you can say “Thirium pump”. There is no way you can go back to the squat anymore without being seen. The rational side of your brain yells desperately that you should keep moving. You don’t have an air-tight alibi for being in Camden. Not in Hank or Connor’s eyes.

Besides, being caught with a duffel bag filled with illegal or downright stolen android parts wouldn’t do good for your pristine reputation.

So you keep walking while the anxious beating inside your chest becomes crippling. It’s the first time you wish Connor fails in his mission.

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lowat-golden-tower · 7 years

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Out on a Limb

The Googs have arrived!

Don’t kill me for this chapter just soak up the feels okay.

More puns to feed @alcordraws uwu

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Chapter 11: nuts and bolts

King thought he'd gotten rid of the doctor. After lingering near the base of the tree a few minutes longer, Dr. Iplier had finally turned and left without another word. King thought he had won. Surely, the doctor didn't care enough. Surely, he couldn't be bothered with a troublesome, silly, powerless ego like King of the Squirrels.

That was how everyone else viewed him, anyway.

A simple stroll down memory lane confirmed that much. Every ego he'd interacted with hadn't been there for him. Not there to chat or play a game or see his squirrels. No one had even asked about the babies. Silver didn't count, he'd completely misunderstood the situation, and King refused to even think about Mr. Sucks-a-Lot.

No, the only reason anyone tried getting him out of the tree was for their own devices. They needed him for something or needed something from him, or he was in the way, or he was just a plain old nuisance and embarrassment. Even the doctor couldn't be bothered to put up a fight for his well being. Was it really so strange King preferred the company of his subjects? His loving, doting, loyal subjects who were always there for him, always watched his back, always tried to help. They couldn't stitch a wound, but they could comfort.

Several were still doing their best. King had retreated to his nest, ignoring the streaks of blood and how the substance had long soaked through his torn cape. He curled up there, sweaty and feverish and exhausted while his side throbbed incessantly. His breathing was heavy, but still he mustered a smile or two for the squirrels, petting at their soft fur.

"There, there. I'll be fine. I just... need rest. That's al-"

"King!"

King startled. Dr. Iplier was back? Why? Stunned and confused, it took King more than a few moments to drag his aching body back to the outer boughs. The doctor was still talking.

"King, I'm giving you one more chance to come down here. Otherwise, I'm sending up Blue and the others to bring you down! You need to be looked after. You've lost far too much blood, even for an ego."

It was then King realized Dr. Iplier wasn't bluffing, and he hadn't left because he'd given up. No, he'd gone to get The Googs. Blue, Oliver, Oxnard- Orville was missing. Well, that was probably for the best. He was the most volatile and inclined towards violence. The last thing King needed was the automaton's laser vision setting his tree on fire.

(Inside, Orville was busy wrangling a seething, flailing Yandere from the closet. He tried to recall when "babysitter" had been added to his list of objectives.)

Abruptly, Oxnard's eyes gave a brilliant flash. He turned stiffly to Dr. Iplier. "Orville has sent a distress signal. I must go assist him. We shall both return once the threat has been neutralized."

Dr. Iplier didn't look very enthused or confident about losing another set of hands, but he understood how much of a handful Yandere could be. Even for an android. "Alright... be careful."

"Always."

King felt some relief as he watched the green Google speed walk back towards the building. Of course, two Googles were still nothing to sneeze at, but it was better than three. Plus, even if Blue was intimidating, Oliver was the nicest of the androids. He was likely the only one King had shared several conversations with, and he always loved petting King's squirrels. Maybe he could wiggle some sympathy points out of him.

"So? Are you going to come down? I don't want to do this, King. I don't want to hurt you. But you're giving me no choice." The doctor was calling up to him again.

King scrunched up his nose in response and shook his head. "My people need me. Here I shall stay."

"King, I must advise against this course of action. My scanners indicate your body is rapidly deteriorating in the wake of the stab wound you received from Yandere. You will not last another night in that deciduous tree." Unsurprisingly, it was Oliver, not Blue, who attempted to coax King down where the doctor had failed. King thought there might be actual concern on the Google's face, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Or maybe he had lost too much blood and was beginning to hallucinate.

"It's a walnut, not whatever you said. And no. I'm an ego. I'm a monarch. I'll be fine. I just... need rest. Why won't you assholes let me rest?" The last few words wheezed out of him. He didn't have enough steam left to deal with this anymore. King swayed momentarily on his perch, woozy, but rapidly shook his head in an effort to eliminate the feeling. "Just... go away."

He didn't bother sticking around for anymore conversation. He needed to lie down. King retreated to his nest of leaves and boughs, curling in on himself, wishing he had his full, fluffy cape to snuggle into. One or two squirrels remained steadfastly by his side, but the rest had gathered in his place. Watching. Waiting.

They knew a seige was on the horizon.

Below, Oliver sighed, almost forlornly. His head drooped. "I tried."

"Indeed." Blue's piercing gaze shifted to his more easygoing counterpart for a moment, then twitched back to the doctor. "Are we granted permission to retrieve him now? I am 75% more concerned about how the others are handling Yandere. This is a waste of time." His words were as harsh as his gaze, and Oliver seemed ready to dispute, but one look silenced him.

Dr. Iplier frowned and furrowed his brow at that, but he hadn't been expecting sympathy. Pity, maybe. Just a little. He sighed. "Yes, yes, get on with it. Please. Be as gentle as you can, I know it might be difficult with the squirrels, but..."

"We will handle the king with the upmost care, I assure you." Something about the malicious tilt to Blue's smile didn't entirely convince the doctor.

The two remaining Googles exchanged glances before nodding in unison. Then they set about the task of scaling the massive tree. Their movements were calculated and precise, if a little slow. Every grab, every step, every chosen branch was picked as the safest, fastest route to the top. Not a minute was wasted with hesitation or second guessing.

A glaring red blip appeared at the very top of Blue's vision. The signal was a safety precaution; a tool to warn him about incoming projectiles or threats. His head snapped up in time to catch a faceful of angry squirrel.

"Blue! Ack-!" Oliver yelped as another squirrel landed on his head, chittering and screeching as it gripped with its claws. He swiped futilely at his head in an attempt to dislodge the freeloader, gripping a branch with his free hand to maintain his elevation. Another landed on his shoulder. "They're everywhere!"

"No. They are simply from above." Blue was taking the assault with a deadly calm. Keeping himself up with his own branch, he easily reached around to rip the squirrels from his body. He resisted the powerful urge to crush them in his fingers only because he would get blood all over his clothes, and it was a waste of time. Instead, he dropped or tossed them carelessly aside. "Calm down. Use your sensors to pinpoint their location and then remove them."

Blue's serenity and advice helped Oliver work past his initial system overload. Carefully, he tracked down the wiry rodents and plucked them from his body. He was a little more gentle about casting them aside, but it was still quite a drop.

That didn't stop the squirrels from coming back. More dropped down from above, while the ones they'd discarded clambered up the tree with an unmatched speed. They leaped onto the Googles' shoes and jeans, biting and tearing with their claws. Blue kicked them off without mercy, inciting a chorus of pained squeaks. Oliver had no choice but to mimic his fellow automaton.

It was the cries of his people which roused King. He knew the Googles were climbing, knew his subjects were defending him, but he hadn't thought the Googles would actually hurt them. He forced himself to roll over with a pained wheeze, dragging his body across the branches. "Hey..."

Blue was efficiently dislodging his fluffy passengers, and he began scaling the tree again. Squirrels fell from his reinforced body like flies. Several had stopped attempting to climb the tree again and merely watched from the grass below.

Oliver had less luck, as he wasn't quite so willing to manhandle the squirrels. Even so, he was making his own progress. It was only a matter of time.

King could still hear the occasional squeak; a cry of distress and pain. He heard the soft thumps of his subjects hitting the grass and knew he couldn't allow it to continue. At this rate, someone was going to die. He would never let them lay down their lives for him. Especially now, when their babies needed them. He had to put a stop to it. The Googles were relentless, and they weren't going to give up.

"Stop!" The word came out loud and clear that time. Nothing like panic, adrenaline and protectiveness to bring out the last of a person's energy. The small boost was enough for King to drag himself within view again, but he was panting. "Stop. Just- stop. Please."

Oliver halted immediately, the concern King thought he spied in his face from earlier returning. Blue climbed another few inches before grudgingly stopping as well, shrugging one more squirrel from his shoulder. His expression was comparatively blank, but the irritation in the set of his jaw and brow couldn't be missed. King was just relieved they'd stopped at all.

"Don't... don't hurt them. Don't hurt them anymore, I'll come down, I'll... I will. I will. Just stop...." The woozy sensation had returned as the minor burst of adrenaline leaked quickly from King's system. It was difficult to stay focused.

Blue's head tilted down as something warm and wet dripped onto his wrist. He watched the droplet of blood trail lazily down the curve of his arm. Oliver probably would have paled, were he capable of the reaction. Instead, he merely stared, his eyes slightly wide and his lips pressed tightly together. "Oliver. Loosen your grip on that branch by approximately 16.9%."

Oliver, realizing he'd been close to snapping straight through the wood, quickly followed the command. Indents were still left in the wake of his fingers. He forced his gaze back up. "King. Do not move. We are coming to retrieve you. Attempting descent is inadvisable in your current state."

"I said I'm coming down, I said... don't come up, don't hurt them, I'm.. I'm coming, I'm..." Spots sprung up in King's vision. He blinked them away, but his hand slipped from the branch he'd been using to support himself. He blacked out entirely as the world was turned upside-down.

The respite was brief. When King's senses came back online, he was on the ground, being held securely in Blue's arms. He couldn't recall exactly how he'd gotten there, but he didn't have any broken bones so he assumed he never hit the ground. He huffed out a shaky breath and attempted to move with zero success. Immediately, Dr. Iplier was beside him, placing gentle hands on his body and shushing him.

"Don't move. Damn it, King, this is.. you're beyond critical condition. If you weren't an ego, I would say you're dying. One more hour and it wouldn't matter. Blue, help me get him to a bed. I need to get him on an IV and examine this wound immediately." Dr. Iplier's voice was stern, but even King caught the frantic edge to it.

Yet, as Blue nodded and turned away from the tree, he found himself groping and grasping weakly at the doctor's coat anyway. He gasped in a breath and was forced to squeeze his eyes shut when he saw double. The Jims were the only doubles- or the Googles, but they had different colors. What was he going to say? It was so difficult to maintain a train of thought. "G.. go... I'll go... but... please. Someone. S-someone needs.. to stay with them. Watch them. Please, the babies...." His voice cracked. How pitiful, for royalty such as himself to beg.

For his subjects, he would do anything.

Dr. Iplier stared down at the injured, clearly delirious ego laying boneless and limp in Blue's arms. There was still so much blood. He couldn't begin to fathom how much was in the tree. Without his cape and crown, with his peanut butter beard almost gone from a lack of replenishing, King bore an almost identical resemblance to Mark. Not just any Mark- young Mark. Early days Mark, still living in a basement Mark, still experimenting with skits and egos Mark. He barely knew what he was doing then. Had no idea what one joke video would create.

An ego. A person. A being. An entire personality. King was so often discounted by the other egos as silly and pointless and useless. No powers, no abilities, barely capable of anything. A general nuisance. Yet he was one of the first. The inspiration. The spark. The proof Mark's fans would eat up content like theirs. A building block for future egos like himself, like Google.

Something clenched tightly in Dr. Iplier's chest. He thought it might be his heart. Maybe he was having cardiac arrest. "...I.." Oddly, in that moment, Dr. Iplier suddenly found he could deny the king nothing. He glanced at the squirrels, grouped up near the base of the tree, watching their ruler with obvious concern and trepidation.

His gaze slid up the bloodied bark towards the boughs. Babies. Honestly, not only did King look like Mark, but he carried his too big heart as well it would seem. Dr. Iplier sighed heavily and turned to Oliver, who had been hovering with barely suppressed anxiety ever since King fell. "Oliver..."

The Google off-shoot looked up, attention snapping to the doctor. "Yes?"

"Could you remain here and make sure nothing harms the tree or its inhabitants until the king has healed enough to return? I know it's unorthodox, but he was the one who locked Yandere in the closet..." Dr. Iplier knew he sounded crazy. What a ridiculous request. Surely, Oliver had better, more important tasks to perform. He regretted so much as asking, and was about to rescind his request when said Google spoke.

"I will remain here. It will only be a day or two, correct? Egos heal at a faster rate than humans. It will not be a major issue." Oliver turned away from Dr. Iplier's stunned expression to lock eyes with Blue. He squared his shoulders a bit. "Correct?"

The staredown between androids was mere milliseconds. "...correct. You are relieved from current objectives until the time King has recuperated enough to reclaim his position."

Oliver looked as if he'd just been promised the world's supply of lollipops. He looked back to the King and gently pressed a hand to his shoulder. "I will remain with your subjects, King. Do not concern yourself. Nothing will bring them harm under my care."

Finally, the last remaining bit of tension leaked out from King's body. He went full dead weight in Blue's arms. For a moment, Dr. Iplier experienced a flicker of panic and had to check the ego's pulse. Thankfully, it was present, and King breathed out a whisper to confirm the fact he wasn't gone just yet. "Thank you..."

Dr. Iplier shook his head. Crazy. He must truly be crazy. "Alright, alright, that's settled. Quickly, Blue. To the clinic. There's no time to lose."

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