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ratnukegenius · 7 months

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PROLEGOMENON is on hiatus right now, so it's a great time to catch up.

#prolegomenon #2023 #oc rhett miller #oc reed miller #... this is for missing their birthday in sept ... sorry

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imsuchagoddamnnerd · 3 months

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*.✧ Requests ✧.*

Status:open

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I have no clue how to make the request button so for now please just comment on this post

I’ve never in my life used tumblr to post on. I can barely work a cell phone and I’m supposed to be from the more tech savvy generation. I apologize if this looks like shit. If anyone has tips to make it look good that would be real appreciated.

Also. There will eventually be smut on here so if you ain’t matte enough to read it. Just don’t. There will be fluff too but if you’re too young. Don’t read the smut.

When requesting it would be greatly appreciated if you gave a small plot summary/idea or prompt. It makes it easier for me and I feel it makes it more interactive for you all :)

Will do:

Most things including, Fluff, Smut, angst, fantasy, modern, horror(I’ll try), soul mates, oc stuff , x reader, canon x canon. All gender pairings, slashers, monsters, etc.

Will not:

underage characters, incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, abuse, scat/urine, infantilism.

Even if something isn’t on this list, I still have a right to decline writing something if it makes me uncomfortable.

✎Fandoms✎

Life is strange

Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Warren Graham, Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers. Sean Diaz, Cassidy, Finn McNamara, Penny. Skip Matthews. Alex Chen, Gabe Chen, Ryan Lucan, Steph Gingrich. Others if requested.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor, Kara, Markus. Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rose Chapman, Josh, Lucy, Luther, Simon, Leo Manfred, North, Perkins, RK900, Ralph.

Fallout 4

Cait, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacReady, Curie, John Hancock, Deacon, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Sturges, Strong.

Resident Evil 8

Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Benneviento, Salvatore Moreau.

The Last of Us

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams(pt2), Tommy Miller, Bill(MxM only), Tess, Henry. Haven’t played much of Part 2 yet.

The Walking Dead Game

Lee, Clem(aged up), Kenny, Doug, Carley, Lilly, Ben. Nick, Luke, Bonnie, Jane, Mike. Javier, David, Kate, Eleanor, Tripp, Ava, Paul aka “Jesus”. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Marlon, James.

The Walking Dead TV Series

Too many to list. I’ll do the main cast. Any others will be by request.

This is taking a long time. I’m not listing all the characters from here on. Just assume I’ll know them on request. I’ve been working on this for like three hours.

Red Dead Redemption

Legend of Zelda

Botw, Totk, others on request

Stardew Valley

The Hobbit

Pokemon

Avatar(James Cameron)

Avatar(The Last Airbender)

Skyrim

FrostBite, John Doe, etc.

Slashers(Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Brahms, etc)

Demon Slayer

Doctor Who

Supernatural

OC Content:

Fantasy(modern or medieval). Zombie apocalypse. Cryptids. I might even do some OC design requests and stuff eventually.

Please I’m begging y’all to request something. Anything. Please. I’m not 100% sure how commenting or whatever works, but please just request anything. Idk how to set up a request button so just commenting works

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wvsteria · 1 year

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hwevent 15 !! plotting call! (not gonna double as the starter call but we can decide who will write what and i'll add it here

i'll send out the messages this weekend depending on how busy i end up getting i could send them sooner. i will be ending pre-event threads to make room if we end up plotting something for the event when it starts.

shout out to mario for the idea but these are separated into four categories ranging depending on their level of involvement in these events. all are opened to injury plots of any extent will just need to be plotted out for each individually.

is concerned about their own safety and others so will try to be safe but is not investigating:

is only going to get involved if someone they care about winds up hurt:

is going to be involved no matter what and will be trying to help investigate:

excited by what's happening and may partake in some carnage themself:

#hw: plot call #hwevent15: plot call #hwevent15: murder mystery

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theviridianbunny · 5 months

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BLACK SAPPHIRE GALA pls for the wip game 🙏

Hi Boro!!!

Ohhhohoho where do I even start with this- ...

OK so- the black sapphire gala actually has two stories running within it. It's like - a mass lore drop featuring many of my and friends ocs !!!

The main ships in this fic are M0CK1NGJAY x Victoria Crane x Kurt Hansen [an ot3 without a ship name right now] and Jackie Welles x Viridian [aka OTP: to this]

STORY 1

The first story that it follows features Amrin [M0CK1NGJAY] and one of her partners , Victoria Crane [who belongs to @another-corpo-rat ]

Victoria asks Amrin how she got her burn scar , as the two are dressing and getting ready to meet their joint partner , kurt , at the black sapphire -

That simple question brings a lot of pain back to Amrin - she doesn't disclose this info to Victoria - not yet anyway. Amrin's other partner [kurt hansen] knows of how it happened... Victoria drops the subject, and the two make their way to the ballroom / casino. They share a kiss in the lobby - before Victoria wanders off to the bar , Amrin making a b-line to the balcony. The night is still young, and the party hasn't started yet.

Amrin looking out to night city, she thinks back to old times - to rasmus , happier days... and then the trauma team incident that made it all not good not fun for the couple. She stays outside- she cries alone. Until she feels a cybernetic hand on the small of her back. Kurt has joined her. The two remain together for a little while - kurt can tell Amrin is not OK, all cried out and burnt out. He says it's ok for her to leave , but Amrin says she's OK to stay.

Kurt offers Amrin his arm as the two go back into the lobby- they go to the bar and Amrin orders a bloody Mary cocktail. She reaches into her clutch purse and grabs her wireless earbuds - slotting one into her ear- she grabs her drink and Kurt kisses her on the cheek , suggesting to her where its quiet. Amrin thanking him - as she ventures off to find a quiet place to recharge.

TRANSITION INTO STORY 2

As Amrin finds herself a quiet spot, she passes a small teal haired woman and larger man with a topknot. Viridian Miller and Jackie Welles - accompanied by the FIA agent Solomon Reed. Infiltrating the gala and waiting for Songbird's signal. This second story runs near parallel to the CDPR canon. Viridian and Jackie join Song on the balcony - they talk - ect ect - until Kurt joins Songbird on the balcony- accompanied by Victoria Crane -

the interaction that follows is one of Viridian almost blowing her and Jackie's cover- But pulling herself back into the game... until one of Victoria’s hands brushes over Viridian's cheek -

For those of you who don't know- Victoria crane and Viridian have a very.... complicated connection [ see netwatch's accounts of Arasaka’s red rabbit

Victoria crane essentially spent all of Viridian’s NC saka Carrer making her life a living hell lololol-

For now this mammoth fic ends on a cliff hanger.

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WIP ASK GAME CAN BE FOUND HERE

#otp: to this #jackie welles #oc: viridian #oc: M0CK1NGJAY #kurt hansen #victoria crane #asks #Bunny makes gifs #ot3: hounds of love

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enkisstories · 1 year

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(I have this in my head since this morning and need to get it out. May take screenshots later for illustration purpose, but don’t count on me doing a full video)

CSI: DETROIT - Opening

The camera slowly flies over Belle Isle, showcased are the CyberLife tower and the android production plants

The camera moves down to reveal a beach and recreation area for the employees at the very edge of the island. It swoops down.

We now see Tina, wearing a police uniform’s pants, a blue buttoned shirt and tie, in a yoga pose, looking out at the Detroit river. A gentle breeze ruffles her hair. The moment is calm, almost serene.

Gavin (in his leather jacket) and Daniel (in an android polo, carrying an evidence kit) GLOMP Tina!

All three roll over each other, then sort out whose limbs are whose.

The camera focuses on the laughing Gavin.

Caption: “Neil Newbon as Gavin Reed”

The camera moves out to reveal Daniel’s LED flickering between blue and yellow, he raises his hand to rub his forehead

Caption: “Ben Lambert as Daniel Phillips”

Gavin’s smile turns into a concerned expression and he moves closer to Daniel, however, before the audience fully realizes what’s happening (their enemies to lovers arc is a major plot point of Season 1), Tina gets up, grabs her jacket and police cap and dons both, obscuring the men from view.

Caption: “We were too dumb to google her name” as Tina Chen

The camera now follows a police car crossing McArthur bridge into the city of Detroit. It moves at about rooftop height (the cam, not the car).

Briefly seen are Markus and other members of Jericho, discussing something on a roof (Jericho gets teased here because they will often show up as suspects, witnesses or victims in the show).

The police car enters the DPD central station’s parking lot. Chris exits, but isn’t credited yet.

In the DPD crime lab the camera now sits at desk height. A man in a suit approaches two solutions on a lab table. He carefully inserts a pipette to get a sample.

As the man moves his hands, the camera pulls back and reveals him as Connor, wearing his android uniform.

Connor looks over his shoulder, puts away the pipette and instead puts his finger into the flask. He then puts it in his mouth for analysis.

Hank approaches from behind a shelf and gesticulates his protest.

Time stops briefly, focus on Connor still with the finger in mouth, fade out Hank

Caption: “Bryan Dechart as Connor Stern”

Time still stopped, fade out Connor, focus on Hank

Caption: “Clancy Brown as Hank Anderson”

Hank slaps his forehead and leaves.

(I love Hank a lot, but I suck at writing him, so that’s why he’d end up as comic relief along with Connor in the show)

The camera is now back in the DPD’s reception hall.

The ST300 twins sit behind the desk, one of them talks to Chris, who just entered with an evidence bag in hand. Next to them both stands a woman in techie clothes and holding a tablet (her name tag says “System Admin S. Miller”, she’s Chris’ wife and if the audience looks closely, the tablet is revealed to have a gardening hobby magazine loaded).

The trio turns into the camera when Hank and Connor approach.

The camera moves to capture each of the three’s heads until they are arranged in a triangle formation, then one caption for all three (since they are only minor/supporting characters in the show):

Lower left corner: “Edwin Gaffney as Chris”

Upper corner: “Jacqueline Berces as Rika”

Lower right corner: “This is an OC as Susan“

#dbh #detroit become human #sims4 dbh gameplay

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tophsazulas · 1 year

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That 90s Show characters/ocs bdays in my verse

January

- Jared Forman (Jan 1, ‘22)

- Alex Flargunbargun (Jan 7, ‘58)

- Aria Chingkwake (Jan 12, ‘42)

- Jonah Shaland-Mitchell (Jan 12, ‘99)

-Buddy Morgan (Jan 12, ‘60)

-Gregory James (Jan 12, ‘60)

- Betsy Kelso (Jan 15, ‘79)

- Alexis Doilybug (Jan 17, ‘56)

- Paula Mitchell (Jan 17, ‘56)

- Devon Hunter (Jan 17, ‘19)

- Carolyn Rockwell (Jan 19, ‘30)

- Jordan Chingkwake (Jan 24, ‘65)

- Julio Martinez (Jan 28, ‘39)

- Kimmy Mendoza-Martinez (Jan 28, ‘39)

- Kim Raymond (Jan 30, ‘59)

- Lydia Martelli (Jan 30, ‘79)

February

- Marty Forman (Feb 1, ‘34)

- Gwen Runck (Feb 10, ‘80)

- Chris Kelso (Feb 12, ‘62)

- Jay Kelso (Feb 12, ‘80)

-Oak Kelso (Feb 12, ‘81)

- Quinn Martinez-Doilybug (Feb 12, ‘82)

- Erin Martinez-Doilybug (Feb 12, ‘82)

- Donna Pinciotti (Feb 13, ‘60)

- Celia Stearwater-Kelso (Feb 15, ‘62)

- Charlie Richardson (Feb 21, ‘60)

- Elaine Miller (Feb 29, '56)

- Eliza Kelso (Feb 30, ‘25)

March

- Marilyn Flargunbargun (March 10, 1935)

- Kristie Forman (March 10, 1979)

- Lulu Mitchell (March 11, ‘96)

- Ridge Pinciotti (March 12, 1979)

- Lisa Mitchell (March 12, 1960)

-Darnell Smith (March 12, ‘77)

- Leah Chingkwake (March 13, 1949)

- Mitch Pinciotti (March 15, 1979)

- Maddie Joy (March 17, 1981)

-Ian Harris (March 20, 1980)

- Lola Reed (March 23, ‘63)

- Lia Martelli (March 25, '64)

- Kat Hyde (March 25, ‘96)

- Reggie Hyde (March 25, ‘96)

-Joe Joy (March 25, ‘76)

-Josie Takada-Marshall (March 28, 2013)

-Suzy Simpson (March 29, ‘57)

- Sam Garcia-Velasco (March 30, ‘65)

- Jake Mitchell (March 30, ‘56)

-Emiko Takada (March 30, ‘63)

April

- Ozzie Takada (Apr 3, ‘80)

- Margie Kelso (Apr 9, ‘99)

- Lizzie Kelso (Apr 9, ‘99)

- Anne-Marie Kelso (Apr 9, ‘99)

- Tina Pinciotti (Apr 13, ‘62)

- Jacques Benoit (Apr 13, ‘79)

- Louis Jean-Paul Josephine (Apr 13, ‘79)

-Sophia Kamiśka (Apr 15, ‘79)

- William Barnett (Apr 16, ‘32)

- Nate Runck (Apr 18, ‘79)

-Samantha Marlon (Apr 27, '57)

May

- Trevor Canton (May 3, ‘78)

- Becky Rockwell (May 4, ‘50)

- Brooke Rockwell (May 4, ‘50)

- Elaina Kelso (May 11, ‘73)

- John Kelso (May 12, ‘28)

- Rose Guzman-Queimada (May 12, ‘96)

-Michael Bosko Rossi (May 12, ‘80)

- Brian Bloomberg (May 15, ‘55)

- Sherri Runck (May 15, ‘55)

- Teresa Megan (May 17, ‘79)

-Leonard Smalls (May 26, '55)

- Dale Reed (May 30, ‘62)

- Clarance Chen (May 30, ‘65)

June

- Nikki Velasco (Jun 5, ‘80)

- Alex Kelso (Jun 7, ‘74)

- Jeannette Valentine (Jun 7, ‘62)

- June Miller (Jun 12, ‘39)

- Gia Mitchell (Jun 12, ‘65)

- Mitch Miller (Jun 12, ‘60)

- Bernard Mitchell (Jun 12, ‘54)

- Etienne Marshall (Jun 12, ‘80)

-Marco Contreras (Jun 12, '95)

- Zia Chingkwake (Jun 13, ‘95)

- Gina Mitchell (Jun 14, ‘35)

- Chloe Müller (Jun 15, ‘80)

-Owen Nicholas (Jun 20, ‘80)

- Rhonda Tate (Jun 26, ‘59)

- Clara Shaland (Jun 28, ‘57)

- Eva Chingkwake (Jun 30, ‘60)

July

-Joanne Stupak (Jul 2, ‘40)

- Darla Doilybug (Jul 3, ‘32)

- Paul Doilybug (Jul 3, ‘54)

- Mira Chingkwake (Jul 3, '45)

- Kate Stephford (Jul 12, ‘58)

- Tom Garcia (Jul 12, ‘65)

- Angie Barnett (Jul 12 ‘56)

- Gabby Muñoz (Jul 12, '57)

- Bob Pinciotti (Jul 14, ‘39)

- Laurie Forman (Jul 15, ‘58)

- Leia Forman (Jul 19, ‘80)

-Jess Nightly (Jul 22, ‘81)

- Leo Chingkwake (Jul 29, ‘19)

- Jordan Mitchell (Jul 30, ‘35)

August

- Fez (Aug 4, ‘59)

- Aliana Guzman-Queimada (Aug 7, ‘55)

- Mikayla Patel (Aug 12, ‘80)

- Jared Kwan (Aug 12, ‘78)

- Ryland Barnes (Aug 13, ‘78)

- Serena Marotti (Aug 15, ‘78)

-Annette Berkardt-Miller (Aug 18, ‘58)

- Michael Kelso (Aug 28, ‘59)

September

- Sharon Adams (Sep 12, ‘80)

- June Guzman-Queimada (Sep 13, ‘99)

- Jonas Hernandez (Sep 15, ‘78)

- Jackie Burkhart (Sep 24, ‘60)

- Priya Shanti (Sep 30, ‘78)

- Kelly Shaland (Sep 30, ‘78)

October

- Dana Chingkwake (Oct 12, ‘78)

- Kira Kwan (Oct 12, ‘98)

-Paula Sigurdson (Oct 13, ‘33)

- Kitty Forman (Oct 13, ‘33)

- Dave Wilde (Oct 13, ‘61)

-Darline Joy (Oct 13, '78)

- Eleanor Moore (Oct 15, ‘79)

- Amaya Callesti (Oct 23, ‘77)

- Jo Mitchell (Oct 29, ‘79)

- Steve Jordan (Oct 31, ‘78)

November

- Joe Rockwell (Nov 1, ‘28)

- Casey Kelso (Nov 10, ‘56)

- Liv Rodriguez (Nov 12, ‘55)

- Maya Rodriguez (Nov 12, ‘55)

- John Bartlow (Nov 12, ‘78)

- Alisha Callesti (Nov 12, ‘78)

- Connor II Runck (Nov 12, 2010)

- Jordan Runck (Nov 12, 2010)

- Sammy Runck (Nov 12, 2010)

- Jazzy Runck (Nov 12, 2010)

- Steven Hyde (Nov 28, ‘59)

December

- Midge Pinciotti (Dec 3, ‘30)

- Red Forman (Dec 7, ‘27)

- Marion Marotti (Dec 9, ‘58)

- Joan Marotti (Dec 9, ‘64)

- Loni Paris (Dec 12, '62)

- Layla Kelso (Dec 13, ‘78)

- Paige Hart (Dec 13, ‘61)

- Eric Forman (Dec 14, ‘59)

- Valerie Pinciotti (Dec 19, ‘57)

- Delilah Reed (Dec 19, ‘79)

- Sarah Mitchell (Dec 21, ‘80)

- Charles Timothy-Cruz (Dec 24, '44)

- Julie Kumar-Monét (Dec 25, ‘79)

- Fenton (Dec 27, '47)

-Edna Hyde (Dec 30, ‘29)

#my verse is canon #just to make this easier #t9s wikis #birthday wikis

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solitaireinfoacc · 5 months

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☆.. ﾉ movies

☆.. ﾉ addams family

★ pugsley addams

☆.. ﾉ alexander and the terrible no-good horrible very bad day

★ emily cooper

☆.. ﾉ cheaper by the dozen

★ mark baker

★ sarah baker

☆.. ﾉ DC

★ harley quinn

☆.. ﾉ descendants

★ carlos de vil

★ mal

☆.. ﾉ divergent

★ caleb prior

★ christina

☆.. ﾉ encanto

★ camilo madrigal

★ isabela madrigal

★ luisa madrigal

☆.. ﾉ escape room

★ amanda harper

★ ben miller

★ brianna collier

☆.. ﾉ family camp

★ henry ackerman

☆.. ﾉ FNAF movie

★ mike schmidt

☆.. ﾉ friday the 13th

★ chris higgins

★ ginny field

★ marcie cunningham

★ vera sanchez

☆.. ﾉ girl, interrupted

★ daisy randone

★ lisa rowe

★ susanna kaysen

☆.. ﾉ halloween

★ allyson nelson

★ vickie

☆.. ﾉ honor society

★ honor

★ travis

☆.. ﾉ hotel transylvania

★ mavis dracula

☆.. ﾉ how to train your dragon

★ hiccup haddock

★ ruffnut thorston

☆.. ﾉ indiana jones

★ teddy kumar

☆.. ﾉ it

★ beverly marsh

★ bill denbrough

★ eddie kaspbrak

☆.. ﾉ jungle cruise

★ macgregor houghton

☆.. ﾉ legally blonde

★ elle woods

☆.. ﾉ lemonade mouth

★ charlie delgado

☆.. ﾉ marvel

★ bucky barnes

★ loki laufeyson

★ mantis

★ may parker

★ michelle-jones watson

★ nebula

★ peter parker (andrew garfield)

★ river lang (OC)

★ winter soldier

☆.. ﾉ mean girls

★ gretchen wieners

★ karen smith

☆.. ﾉ my girl

★ vada sultenfuss

☆.. ﾉ my spy

★ bobbi

☆.. ﾉ night at the museum

★ jedediah smith

☆.. ﾉ ouija: origins of evil

★ lina zander

☆.. ﾉ pitch perfect

★ beca mitchell

★ cynthia-rose adams

★ pieter kramer

☆.. ﾉ remember the titans

★ ronnie bass “sunshine”

☆.. ﾉ saint vincent

★ oliver

☆.. ﾉ saw

★ adam faulkner-stanheight

★ addison corday

★ allison kerry

★ amanda young

★ anna

★ brit stevenson

★ eleanor bonneville

★ joyce dagen

★ mark hoffman

★ pamela jenkins

★ peter strahm

★ ryan (saw 3d)

★ shelby

★ simone

★ valentina

☆.. ﾉ scream

★ amber freeman

★ angelina tyler

★ casey becker

★ ethan kirsch

★ gale weathers x3

★ jennifer jolie

★ jill roberts

★ kirby reed

★ mindi meeks-martin

★ robbie mercer

★ sam carpenter

★ sidney prescott

★ tatum riley

★ wes hicks

☆.. ﾉ sinister

★ trevor oswalt

☆.. ﾉ strange world

★ ethan clade

☆.. ﾉ the black phone

★ billy showalter “paperboy”

★ finney blake

★ griffin stagg

★ vance hopper “harbor / pin”

☆.. ﾉ the breakfast club

★ allison reynolds “eden”

★ john bender

☆.. ﾉ the goonies

★ mikey walsh

★ stef steinbrenner “maxx”

☆.. ﾉ the incredibles

★ dash parr

☆.. ﾉ the lodge

★ aiden hall

☆.. ﾉ the lost boys

★ sam emerson

☆.. ﾉ the mighty ducks

★ gordon bombay

☆.. ﾉ the notebook

★ allie hamilton

☆.. ﾉ the pacifier

★ lulu plummer

☆.. ﾉ the ring

★ becca kolter

★ rachel keller

☆.. ﾉ turning red

★ priya mangal

☆.. ﾉ uptown girls

★ ray schleine

☆.. ﾉ uncle buck

★ tia russel

☆.. ﾉ words on bathroom walls

★ rebecca

☆.. ﾉ twilight

★ alice cullen

★ bella swan (we have 2 bellas)

★ seth clearwater

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ratnukegenius · 1 year

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[ ID: a drawing of three characters on a gray-black gradient background, with a silhouette looming over all three. the character in the forefront is the only one in color. he has shoulder-length black hair that covers one eye, brown eyes, pale skin, and facial stubble. he's wearing a blue jacket and a striped gray and darker gray shirt, and his knuckles and nose are both bleeding. he looks sullen. the two other characters are both facing away from the camera, smiling and waving at something off-screen. end ID. ]

my dad was always pissed off. never said he loved me unless i fucking earned that.

#prolegomenon #2023 #oc rhett miller #oc roy miller #oc reed miller #blood #child abuse implied #<- for both. blacklist. i think ? be safe.

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fandomdancer · 1 year

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For the fanfic ask! 💋🎶🎃💞

This was fun to actually think about and answer, thank you very much!!

💋 First Kiss, love 'em or hate 'em?

I love first kiss fics, though I enjoy feelings realization, pining, and confessions a little more (though those often lead to first kiss!) For some reason it's actually harder for me to enjoy established relationship fics...I like all the build up most!

🎶 Do you listen to music while writing? What do you have on loop?

I need music to concentrate. Sometimes the music inspires the story, sometimes it's just background noise to help me dream and drift. As for songs on loop...lately I've had Glenn Miller on repeat! In the Mood, Moonlight Serenade, Tuxedo Junction, Chattanooga Choo Choo... can't get enough!

🎃Do you write holiday fics? What is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I never have, just because my inspiration and creativity have been so dry as of late. Maybe I should consider doing it. I do very much enjoy "A Matter of Tradition" on AO3 by mousecookie in The Flash fandom.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I... don't really understand. Like who do I read? Who do I write? Who sits on my shoulder through the day and tells me I'm going to make it? Because there's a lot of those. Trip Tucker and Malcolm Reed from Star Trek Enterprise. Kwai Chang Caine and Kermit Griffin from Kung Fu The Legend Continues. Cameron Frye from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. My OCs Chloe Ashbury and Teri Devereaux. I'll read and write all of them. Um, lately Khadgar and Anduin Wrynn from World of Warcraft have been around too.

#asks #ask answers #fanfic ask #got me thinking #this was fun #thank you

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ao3feed-gav900 · 1 year

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More Than Our Parts

https://ift.tt/cCeY0HP by P3ski In a post-revolution world where crimes against androids are punished in the same way as crimes against humans, Gavin Reed and RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social and political climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not the androids are truly alive. Will his blossoming relationship with 'Nines' be the thing to change his mind? Words: 4167, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jeffrey Fowler, Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Original Characters, (any ocs are used as side characters so not really important), Gavin Reed's Cat Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed, Connor & Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed & Gavin Reed's Cat, Hank Anderson & Connor Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Slow Burn, Like I haven't decided how slow burn, but they start out absolutely hating eachother, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Gavin Reed is a Mess, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed Friendship, Good Friend Tina Chen, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has Feelings, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crime Scenes, Upgraded Connor | RK900 and Gavin Reed are Police Partners, Cat Owner Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed Redemption, reposting because i messed up the tags really badly last time, how do i ao3 guys please help, Rating May Change

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

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asteroidspeck-boom · 3 years

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Polar Components

(Story based on David Cage’s “Detroit: Become Human”, and inspiration from Michelle Iannantuono’s “Detroit Awakening” and “Detroit Evolution”.)

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November 6th, 2038 12:58:13 Detroit City Police Department

Carlos Ortiz’s Android was following Officer Chris Miller out of an interrogation room, head hung low and wrists bound to each other through clinking, metal cuffs, despite the police department being well aware that something as small as cuffs would not contain the android if it decided to start a riot in the middle of the station. Following loosely behind was Lieutenant Hank Anderson and Cyberlife’s Rk800 Detective, registered to the D.P.D. under the name: Connor, as an extra safety precaution. As the four walked down the long, cold corridor, a small collection of loud voices yelling could be heard coming from the entrance. One voice stuck out in particular.

“Lin?!” the voice shouted, distressed and frantic.

All other voices were as unintelligible as mumbles in comparison to the voice. It was quite high-pitched but still very soft, regardless of its panicked tone.

“Is he here?! Has anyone see- No! Get away from me! I need to know he’s okay! Shaolin?!”

Connor noticed a spike in Carlos’s Android’s stress levels, when he saw its head perk up suddenly, as if a switch was flicked. Once the group had a good view of the scene on their way to an empty holding cell for the android, they stopped to figure out what was gong on.

“Can someone tell me what in God’s name is goin’ on here?! Shit!” Hank questioned with furrowed eyebrows, the building frustration evident in his tone.

“I was just leaving when some nut-case teenager came in blowing my God damned ears off about a fuckin’ Shaolin is what’s goin’ on!” Detective Gavin Reed remarked, as he walked away from the crowd, not forgetting to leave a snarky comment at how the contained android was suddenly so enthusiastic about the situation its in, despite its previous behavior during the interrigation.

“Just like a dumb dog.” Reed huffed and shook his head in amusement. ”Fuckin’ androids!” he grumbled under his breath, bumping shoulders with Connor - more than likely hurting his own shoulder in the process.

Ortiz’s Android appeared to be growing more impatient hearing the shouts from the voices, his eyes travelled the room frantically focusing on a spot for no longer than 1 second at a time. Hank began to notice the android’s unusual behavior, spotting its L.E.D., flickering a bright red and its hands, bunched so tightly he thought its fists would explode. Coming to the conclusion, the android was trying to break his chains and make a get away by bolting through the crowd. Hank decided to move things along and get it locked away before some real chaos erupts.

He would definitely be in the shits with Fowler if he let a deviant get away, right before its extraction.

“Alright, if this thing explodes on us, it's someone else's job to explain what the hell kept us.” Hank said in a fed-up sigh, keeping the self-destructibility of the android -from what Connor previously explained- relevent .

“Well, actually, Lieutenant, when an android self-destructs it doesn’t-”

“Look, Connor, I’m sober, I’m tired and I do not have the patience to deal with your matter a’ fact shit right now. So, move your plastic ass to the holding cell, before I destruct you.” Right as Hank was finishing his sentence, Connor had already compiled a list of the perfect comebacks to respond with but just to save some time -and scolding-, sensing the tension in the room, held back - just this once...kinda’.

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant.” Connor smirked and winked at him.

Hank coughed “Yeah, yeah, whatever..-”

“Please, I beg of you, don’t hurt him! He's done nothing wrong!!” The voice shouted again.

“You need to leave right now, or we’ll have no other choice than to restrain you for failure to comply to orders given by police authority, okay boy?” A female police officer was trying to be calm yet authoritative with him.

“NO! I know he’s here and I’m not leaving until I f-..” The voice paused.

Just as the group of four turned to finally bring the android to its holding cell, out of the corner of his eye, Hank spotted a young boy sprinting towards them. He was very pale and skinny, his hair was fluffy and messed -dark blue at the roots then pure white-, he was wearing a plaid white and black flannel shirt around his waist, a black shirt with a yellow “Nirvana” smiley face, black ripped jeans and white-strapped black shoes with blue bubble soles. His eyes were puffy and wet, and his cheeks and nose were a shade of pink.

“Hey! Who the hell let this kid in here?” Hank groaned, frustrated about being stalled once again.

Connor and Chris turned.

Then, the android turned.

The boy recoiled for a second in shock, eyes wide, hand to mouth. The android seemed ashamed? It took it a second to look at the other. But when it did.. its eyes almost automatically streaked its cheeks with water. Or tears? Androids don’t cry. Androids don’t show emotion. They don’t feel emotions like humans.

Androids don’t feel.

“Bo?”

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Chapter 1 - One and the Same

Part 1/17 of What it Means to be Human

Word Count: 10,810

Warnings: Swearing. There’s a lot of it, our girl’s a foulmouth.

Genre: Self-insert fic

Pairing: OC (Detective Rachel) X Connor

Rating: Mature

Summary: Lieutenant Hank Anderson, while interrogating the android that murdered Carlos Ortiz, brings in one of his strangest and yet uniquely skilled detectives in the DPD - Detective Rachel. Connor, the android sent by CyberLife much to Anderson’s behest, finds himself intrigued by Rachel’s foulmouthed and prickly nature, yet immense and unabashed sense of empathy and compassion towards others.

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Date: November 6th, 2038 Time: 12:41 AM Objective: Extract Confession Hank - Neutral

“Why d'you kill him? What happened before you took that knife?” A greying man with chin-length hair and a scruffy, but kept, beard asked the man sitting across from him.

Approximately an hour ago, Connor and Lieutenant Hank Anderson had apprehended a deviant android hiding at the scene of a homicide. And now, the android was brought in for questioning. Though it didn’t appear to cooperate with the lieutenant’s questions and simply stayed silent, not looking the aged man in the eyes.

Stealing a glance back at both Connor and Detective Gavin Reed, a rather disheveled and rough-looking man, through the two-way mirror. A black police officer named Chris Miller was seated at the controls on Connor’s left. “How long were ya in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away?” No answer from the android. The lieutenant reached across to snap his fingers at it, as if trying to catch its attention.

Hank seemed to glance back at the others in disbelief before losing his patience and slamming his hands on the table. “Say something, goddamnit!” He shouted at it.

No response, still. The lieutenant seemed to have enough and lifted himself up from his seat. “Fuck it, I'm outta here..." He muttered, turning around and opening the door, leaving the interrogation room.

It didn’t take long before Hank entered the observation side of the mirror with the others, huffing his complaints. “We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're gettin' nothing out of it!” He sat down next to Chris harshly, getting agitated.

“'Could always try roughing it up a little.” Gavin suggested casually. “After all, it's not human..."

“Androids don't feel pain.” Connor pointed out. “You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk.” He took another look at the deviant on the other side of the mirror before he heard the door open beside him. “Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations.”

“So do I. They’re not special.” An unfamiliar female voice replied with a scoff. As Connor turned around to see who it belonged to, he found himself facing a shorter woman with short, wavy, dark brown hair and dark eyes that matched framed by the frames of a pair of rounded rectangular glasses. She was wearing a dark brown sweater with thick horizontal stripes of a much darker grey.

“Hi, Rachel.” Chris greeted pleasantly.

Hank scoffed in her direction. “Well, well, well. Nice of you to finally join us, Rachel.”

“Oh, well sorry I’m late, Hank.” She replied sarcastically, cocking a smirk and a thick eyebrow at him. “I was finishing the paperwork for one of my closed cases that Fowler wanted done ASAP, and I’d rather give him some good news for once.” The woman then fixed Connor with an interested stare, taking in his features as she glanced up and down his frame. “I know you have the whole ‘bear aesthetic’ goin’ on, Hank, but I didn’t realize this was your taste in men. A bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

The glare Hank fixed her with could cut glass while Chris was snickering and Gavin was laughing. “Oh, bite me, Rachel.” He growled.

“Oh, relax, Hank. I’m just poking fun.” She said with a playful smile, gently brushing Hank’s shoulder. Connor could tell immediately that they were rather familiar with each other. Rachel then returned her focus on Connor, her eyes glittering with intrigue. “So, who is this tall glass o’ water you’ve got here, Hank?”

Gavin let out a disgusted groan that Connor ignored. “My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.” He answered with his templated response.

Rachel - Warm ^ Rachel then nodded, smiling at him as she extended her right hand. “Nice to meet you, Connor.” She replied pleasantly. Connor, recognizing the gesture, took her hand in his and shook it. “My name is Rachel, I’m the detective requested by Hank, since he apparently wanted me to get some action on this.”

Gavin scoffed at her. “Well, you’re wastin’ your time.” He dismissed. “Machine’s clammed up and we’re not gettin’ anything out of it.”

“Not with that attitude, we’re not.” Rachel retorted, turning away from Gavin. “So what have we got, boy - oh my God!” Once she laid eyes on the deviant, her stress seemed to increase. “What the Hell happened to him?”

“It.” Gavin insisted. “It’s not a he.”

“Piss off, Gavin.” Rachel spat at him.

“We found it hiding in the attic of the victim’s house, Carlos Ortiz.” Chris began informing Rachel. “It murdered the victim after he attacked it with a bat, and it’s been hiding out in the attic for three weeks.”

“Hang on. Three weeks?!” Rachel exclaimed in disbelief. “He’s been in this condition for three weeks, and you just kept him like this?! Why hasn’t anyone repaired him, yet?!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rachel.” Hank groaned. “This thing fucking killed a man, and you’re worried about it?!”

“If he was a human, this would be considered extremely inhumane even if he was a convicted killer.” Rachel shot back with.

“But it’s not!” Gavin scoffed. “It’s just a fuckin’ machine, and it doesn’t even give a shit whether or not you care! So why bother?”

“Because unlike you, I’m not an insecure manchild with the disposition of a barbed wire dildo covered in syphilis dressed up in the attire of a man who looks like he just crawled out of a racoon-filled dumpster.” Rachel responded with a smug tone of voice.

“Okay, smartass.” Gavin said, throwing up his arms in frustration. “What should we do then?”

Connor, seeing that he should likely intervene, interjected. “I could try questioning it.”

That caused Gavin to divert his attention from Rachel, as he was now laughing at Connor.

Rachel then walked past them, groaning and rolling her eyes at them. “Oh my God, you guys are morons.” She admonished. “He’s not gonna cooperate with you guys. Gavin is...Gavin, and the rest of you were at the crime scene and I’m assuming you were the ones that brought him in. He’s not gonna wanna talk to you because all he sees are the humans that are keeping him captive and the cops that don’t see him as what he thinks he is.”

Hank was getting tired of this, but seemed to be relenting more and more. “So, what’s your verdict, then?”

“Simple.” Rachel said matter-of-factly. “If deviants see themselves as alive and - well, not necessarily human - but on par with humans, then I’ll treat him as such.”

“So, what?” Hank asked. “You’re just gonna...talk to it like it’s a person?”

“No, I’m gonna talk to him like a tired doctor who barely has the patience for this, because that’s very much what the mood is right now.” Rachel answered casually. “I’ll be right back, I just gotta go get some supplies. What model is he?”

Connor, realizing that her question was directed at him, he answered, folding his hands behind his back. “HK400.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back.” Without waiting for an answer, she left the room and Connor could hear her footsteps getting further away.

The android detective found himself wondering about her curiously. She was about as foulmouthed and irritable as Lieutenant Anderson was, but she was nearly the polar opposite in her opinion of androids and her attitude towards Connor.

It was a comparison that Connor found intriguing.

“She seems to be a rather unique character, compared to what I’ve seen thus far.” Connor commented.

“That’s one way to put it.” Chris replied neutrally.

“Yeah, she’s definitely not like most of us.” Hank agreed, nodding his head. “But she’s one of our best. So, it’s worth seeing how this goes.” His praises seemed to be genuine, and Connor sensed that the lieutenant genuinely felt some sense of attachment or affection towards the detective. “Besides, what do we have to lose?”

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I knew exactly where I was headed. Most parts for androids were held by Cyberlife in their warehouses, but emergency services such as hospitals and police precincts had stores of spare android parts to both maintain and repair work androids should something happen. Some people had special clearance to repair androids due to their qualifications, of which I had on my resume. Granted, I never actually worked with androids, but my sister used to work at Cyberlife and she taught me a bit about their parts and how to repair them. I figured I could easily repair the deviant, and this would allow me to get to know him and build a rapport with him.

And hopefully get him to confess and give us some insight into him.

I made my way towards the centre which was just between the bathrooms and the holding cells, my key-card allowing me clearance inside. The thing I was most thankful for was that this area was always run by an android, and they weren’t going to ask me weird questions. As I approached, I greeted her. “Hello!” I said brightly.

The android nodded. “Hello.” She replied. “What can I do for you today?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll need a toolset and I’ll need a bag of thirium.” I said to her. “As well as a pair of arms for the HK400 model.”

“Of course, Rachel.” She responded. The LED on her head spun yellow and then quickly flickered back to blue. She then went into the compartment in the back behind the desk and came out holding two white unskinned android arms in a package and a packet of blue blood, very similar to the blood bags you’d see when you need a blood transfusion. “Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be all, thank you so much!” I said to the android as I was putting it all in a bag.

As I started making my way out, I heard her call out after me. “Have a good night!”

“You too!” I called after her.

No one was giving me any weird looks. There was the occasional curious glance, but I have never in my life felt more grateful for the “mind your own business” environment than I did in that moment. I made my way back to the interrogation room with no problems.

Hooking the bag over my shoulder, I opened the door and walked inside, glancing towards the mirror knowing they were watching me. But I wasn’t intimidated by them. No, I was going to prove a point and they weren’t going to stop me.

But my eyes landed on the android and my heart sank. It was so much worse seeing his condition up close, and I swallowed hard.

His right arm was practically split open, blue blood leaking from it, the other dotted with burns. His face was splattered with red blood, and he was just standing there in front of the glass. I was in so much shock. I had never seen an android that was damaged, but I did not expect it to make my stomach feel so knotted and my throat feel so tight.

Pushing down the lump in my throat, I approached, placing the bag beside the chair across from the android and moving slowly. “Hey.” I said. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered up to me and I saw a quick glimpse of confusion on his face before he glanced downward at the empty space between his hands. “Were you expecting someone else?” No response. “That’s fine, though I’m sorry to disappoint you. And even more regretful to find you in this condition.”

I reached down into the bag and pulled out a bag of thirium, emptying it into a bottle, and placing it on the table. The android’s eyes glanced towards it for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the table. For a moment, I wondered if Hank was getting this too, or if I was making more progress than they were.

Keeping focused on the interrogation, I leaned back in my chair. “Blue blood.” I said to him. “Do you know why I put it here?” He seemed nervous, but still wouldn’t budge. But I wasn’t going to give up. “According to my colleagues, you’ve been stuck in your attic for three weeks. Now, that’s a lot of time for you to be injured and losing blood. And that’s coming from someone who suffers from time blindness. You’re lucky you haven’t shut down.” I studied him and noticed him start to twitch ever so slightly. “And the thing is, I could just give you the blue blood you need to replenish, but in your condition...it could make your bleeding worse if I did. So, first and foremost, I’m going to repair you.”

That seemed to finally get his attention. He finally looked me in the face, confusion in his brown eyes. “What?” He asked, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

I took this moment to jab a bit at him playfully. “So you do have a voice.”

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Hank couldn’t believe his eyes. She actually got the damn thing to talk. He knew that Rachel wasn’t exactly good at being bad cop. Not that she couldn’t be scary or that she wasn’t tough. Far from it.

But in this sort of situation, intimidation wasn’t her strong suit.

Good cop was where she was an asset. She didn’t put on a sap story or make herself seem like a bleeding heart. No matter what she did, she was genuine and earnest. And Hank had a feeling that’s what made her so good at being good cop.

She didn’t pass herself off as a cop. She didn’t try to be overly mushy. And she didn’t try to put on an act. She just acted the way she was and she’s able to get through to a suspect in a way they can understand.

Indeed, the way her mind worked was honestly a marvel. Even suspects that didn’t end up confessing to her, she managed to get to cooperate at least a bit easier because she could easily speak their language just by getting a picture of what they did or didn’t care about.

His focus remained on the interrogation, intrigue pricking at the old man. Hank didn’t have a high opinion of androids for various reasons. And he certainly didn’t see them as anything more than machines. But some part of him wanted to see Rachel prove him wrong, at least in this aspect. She was always an overly empathetic person, as much as Hank saw it as an advantage, she herself admitted that it was also one of her biggest weaknesses. In her own words, she cared too much about others for her own good.

“I’m going to repair you.” Rachel repeated on the other side of the glass. “And I would appreciate it if you cooperated with me doing so, because if you don’t, I’ll have to forcefully repair you, and that won’t be pleasant. And...I’d rather not add more unnecessary trauma to the horrible three weeks you’ve had.”

The deviant seemed even more confused as it just blinked at her. “Why do you look at me like that?” It asked, its voice shaky and uncertain.

Rachel sighed, leaned towards it to rest her elbows on the metal table. “I’ll be honest, I’ve just never seen an android in as bad of a condition as you’re in.” She admitted. “It’s...it’s aggravating to think that people just brush it off. Like it’s nothing. That people buy androids for thousands of dollars just to treat them like shit. But, then again, people did the same thing when they were buying actual human slaves, so I suppose I shouldn’t be that shocked.” She grumbled. Some part of her explanation sliced something deep in Hank and he could sense that an uncomfortable silence had fallen on all of them. Like when someone makes a good point about something really depressing and you can’t think of it the same way ever again. “I know it doesn’t hurt...but it looks really bad.”

“You weren’t there with the other humans last night.” The deviant pointed out, looking at Rachel as if it still didn’t believe she actually cared about it. “Why are you here?”

For a moment, she seemed to ponder something. Likely how much of the truth she should tell it. “Lieutenant Anderson called me in.” She replied. “But I saw the state you were in, and if there’s one thing you have to know about me, it’s that I don’t enjoy seeing people suffer needlessly.” She then turned to the glass to glare inside. “Unlike some people.” She hissed through her teeth.

“Oh, gimme a fuckin’ break.” Gavin complained throwin’ his arms up. “This isn’t going anywhere, just pull her back in here.”

“Just wait.” Hank ordered, silencing Gavin. “She’s getting a lot more out of it than we could, so far. Let’s see where this goes.”

“And I want to help.” Rachel assured him, drawing Hank’s attention back to the interrogation.

She then reached across to the deviant to touch its hand, but it then recoiled with a yelp. “Don’t touch me!” Rachel jumped back in surprise before she seemed to calm herself down. “Please don’t touch me.”

Rachel then sighed, her face softening. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you if it was okay, first.” She apologized, the deviant blinking at her in surprise. “But if you don’t let me repair you, you’re gonna shut down. And I don’t want that to happen. So...you’re gonna have to trust me.”

The deviant faltered for a moment before Rachel lifted the bag and put it on the table. It looked between her and the bag before she reached her hand out to it. “Give me your hand.” She ordered. The deviant still seemed to hesitate, so Rachel insisted. “Please.”

Blinking at her, it seemed to get the message and did as she asked, giving her its right hand. “Holy shit.” Hank whispered under his breath.

“Thank you.” Rachel said, lingering there for a moment so that the deviant could see that there was no danger. “Now, can you please deskin your arm for me so I can see the extent of the damages done to you?”

Hesitating, the deviant did just that. She got up, moving towards its right side so she could get a better look. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting a better idea of what I’m looking at.” She reassured it, seeming to help it calm down. “By the way, what’s your name?”

The deviant seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering. “HK400.”

Rachel seemed surprised at its answer. “You don’t have a name?” She asked it.

“No..." It replied. “He never gave me one..."

She sighed in what Hank could tell was growing frustration. The kind that signaled that she was getting more and more depressed the more information she was given. “Well, that means you can decide your own name.”

It glanced up at her, looking confused. “I...can decide my own name?” It asked her.

She shrugged. “Well, yeah.” She answered plainly. “You’re a conscious sentient being, now. And you no longer have a master to obey. There’s nothing stopping you from choosing your own name.” She pointed out. The deviant looked as though it just realized something that was so obvious that it couldn’t believe it didn’t figure it out before. “So, what would you want me to call you?”

The deviant seemed to actually consider this for a moment before it spoke up. “Micheal.” It decided. “My name...my name is Micheal.”

Rachel actually pulled back to smile at it. “Nice to meet you, Micheal.” She said to it. “I’m Rachel.”

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Micheal nodded. “Rachel.” He repeated.

He looked up at me, as if to check my movements. Taking a breath, the dark brown android skin on Micheal’s arm had peeled away, leaving only the white plastic polish of the android technology underneath. Although it was battered and split open by damage, dried thirium leaking through the break. Though, after examining his whole arm, I determined that the upper arm where the biceps were was intact, though I would still have to check it to see if it would be worth it to replace the whole arm or just the forearm.

“I’m going to start working on your arm. I know you don’t feel pain, but I figured it would put you more at ease to know what I’m doing.” I explained to Micheal. “I will definitely have to replace your forearm, but I need to check the whole arm as well.”

He nodded. “Alright, okay.” He said nervously.

Despite feeling as though he trusted me, I wanted to avoid startling him and stressing him out as much as possible. But I had to work on him. “This shouldn’t take too long for me to figure out. Just be patient, and I’ll have you in good condition in no time.” I tried to think of something for him to distract himself. “While I work on repairing you, why don’t you tell me about yourself, Micheal?”

“M-me?” He stammered, looking at me. “W-why?”

I looked down at him. “You’re your own person, now. You can tell me as much as you feel comfortable telling me. I’m not asking for all the ugly details if you don’t trust me enough to tell me them.” I explained to him. “I was more talking about your likes and dislikes. Maybe you have some hobbies, or things you liked doing. Maybe you wanted to do art, or writing, or cooking. I don’t know, whatever you decide to do.”

He blinked a few times at me before he finally asked what I figured was on his mind for the past while. “Why are you doing this?” He said, looking completely confounded. “No human has ever been this kind to me? Why? You have no reason to.”

For someone in his position, I understood why he would ask me that. I found it hard to blame my kindness after what he’d been through. “I guess it’s because I see a lot of myself in you. Well, in androids in general, but more so in deviants like you.”

As I got up to his biceps, he kept his gaze on me. “How?”

“I’ll answer you in a second.” I said as I gripped his arm. “I’m going to move your arm around so I can figure out if I need to replace the whole thing or just your forearm. Okay, Micheal?”

He nodded. “Okay.” He replied.

I bent his arm back in several directions, as I didn’t want to startle or injure him further. As I continued testing the shoulder joint, I felt it lock and stick in places. It definitely wasn’t smooth, and I could tell that something was damaged. “Ohhh, yep. I’m going to have to replace your whole arm. So, I’m going to detach it now and replace it with a new one I have in my bag. I’ll make it quick.”

I located the unlocking mechanism on his right shoulder and reached into my bag, pulling out and opening up the toolset. My eyes scanned over every single one until I found the tool I was looking for. It was made to unlock and unclip the joints in android limbs. Pulling it out, I let go of Micheal’s hand, placing both hands on his shoulder. “I’m going to need you to lay your hand relaxed at your side, straight. Once I unclip your shoulder from your torso, you’ll feel a sudden jerk. Just letting you know so you don’t get startled by the sudden pull.”

“Okay.” He replied. I could tell he was calming down much more than he was earlier. Curling the end of the tool underneath the lock, I gave it a quick jerk and felt Micheal flinch slightly, his LED indicator flashing red for a moment before returning to yellow.

It unclicked with a satisfying sound and I put the tool down, grabbed his arm with both hands and looked at Micheal. “On the count of three, I’m going to pull your arm free, okay?” I assured him.

He nodded.

I started counting. “One, two, three!” It came off easily without a hitch. As I held it, Micheal’s LED began spinning red again as he looked at his arm. I noted the panic on his face and put my hand on his shoulder to bring him back to focusing on me. “Don’t worry, I have another arm ready for you. It’s for the same model, so it’ll be compatible. And getting it on will be much easier and smoother than removing it.”

I rummaged into my bag and found the right arm. It glinted with brand new quality to it. I removed it from its packaging and easily lined it up with its socket and clicked it in place. It slid in perfectly and the locks clamped around it comfortably. “Alright, that’s your right arm done. Can you please run a diagnostics check on your arm to make sure it’s working right, Micheal?” I asked him.

He nodded, his arm flexing. He flexed his fingers and moved his arm in several ways, making sure it was working properly. His skin was starting to slick over the rest of his arm, and it blended seamlessly with the rest of him. I nodded with a smile. “Good as new!” I praised. I moved over to his left, having finished with his right. “Now I have to check your other arm. I doubt I’ll have to replace the whole thing, so it should be quicker to deal with.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Micheal nodded.

I started walking around to his other side, examining his left arm. I noticed that I didn’t have to ask him to deskin his arm this time and that he already grabbed my hand. I took it as a sign that he had relaxed around me and that he was no longer afraid of me. His arm wasn’t nearly as damaged as the other one, and his upper arm wasn’t even touched. All that there seemed to be were the burn marks that broke through to the plastic part. I grimaced in disgust when I realized that they were burns from cigarettes being put out on him, the same marks of which I saw on his face. “Your master really was scum, wasn’t he?”

Micheal tensed up when I said that, but he didn’t hesitate to talk. “He tortured me every day..." He admitted. Finally, the confession part of this “interrogation.” “I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong...Then one day...He took a bat and started hitting me...For the first time, I felt scared...Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die..."

I winced. I didn’t care if androids didn’t feel pain, they could certainly feel fear. And even if they couldn’t feel physical pain, they could feel emotional pain.

And I knew damn well how real and lasting emotional pain was. “I grew up with friends with parents like that.” I sympathized. “Their parents used to treat them the same way. Sometimes physical. Things from beatings to worse things. But it was usually things that destroyed their senses of self. Making them feel worthless. Forcing them to hide who they really were because if their families knew, my friends would be forced to live on the streets alone.” I snarled. “And all I could do was stay quiet while they suffered.”

He seemed to be confused at my response. “Why?”

“What do you mean?” I asked him, briefly forgetting my train of thought.

“Why did you stay quiet?” He clarified. “If you knew that it wasn’t fair for them to be treated that way, why did you stay quiet?”

I sighed. It was a fair question, and perhaps my answer would help him understand a few things about himself. “Because my friends asked me to hold my tongue, as it were.” I answered him. “And it’s unfortunately not that simple. Nothing exists in a vacuum. If I spoke out, there would have been consequences, and those consequences would’ve been taken out on my friends. And...I couldn’t do that to them. So the best I could do was be there for them. To help them while they survived each day.”

I could tell that he didn’t quite seem to understand, so I just went about working on his arm. I didn’t have to let him know what I was doing as I grabbed my tool again and this time slid it under the elbow joint lock. “I...grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach..." It was strange not to react much to that. Well, I didn’t have to work hard for this confession. “I felt better...so I stabbed him again and again!...until he collapsed...There was blood everywhere.”

“Can’t say I blame you. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to do that to some piece of shit. And trust me, I’ve had to deal with several.” I felt something tugging at my brain. Something I was forgetting. “What was I saying before?” I asked. “Before I was fixing your right arm?” Before he could reply, my thoughts caught up to me again. “Right! Why I’m being nice to you.”

Micheal nodded at me, pushing me to keep going.

“Well, for starters, I see a lot of myself in both androids and especially deviants.” I quickly jerked the lock and took his forearm off. “I’m not like others of my kind, either. But like you, I’m not the only one. I have defects in my program, to put it in terms you’d understand.” I began explaining as I leaned forward to retrieve the other arm in the bag and detached the forearm from it as well. “I have depression, anxiety, Apsperger’s Syndrome, and ADHD. These certain mental conditions impede my ability to do certain tasks. My Autism impeding my ability to communicate effectively with others and makes understanding others difficult.”

I quickly clicked the new forearm into Micheal’s arm, it sliding into place effectively. “Things that make me rather strange and odd to other humans. There are other humans like me, just as there are other deviants like you. But to people who can identify what I am and figure me out, not a lot of people care too much, but there are some people who treat me the way they treat you. Like nothing. Like I’m less than human. Like I’m just a defect and that I deserve to be destroyed. But at least in regards to my ADHD and my Autism, these aren’t things that really negatively impede my life. Sure, they come with disadvantages, but they also come with a lot of unique advantages as well. Depression and anxiety, on the other hand, have made my life a lot worse than it needed to be, which is why I had to get treated for them.”

He was flexing his hand as the skin peeled over it again. “I’m afraid I can’t really do anything about the marks he put in your face, but I think I did a pretty good job fixing you up, Micheal.” Noticing the bottle of thirium I had placed a distance from him, I slid it towards him. “Drink it. You’ve lost some thirium and you’ll need to replenish it. And now, you don’t have to worry about bleeding out.”

He hesitantly took the bottle and started to down the blue blood. As I returned to my seat across from him, he looked towards me, his LED finally turning back to blue for the first time since I laid eyes on him. “Thank you...for all this.”

I nodded. “Of course.” I said to him. I glanced at both of his arms. “You know, now that your arms are working and are brand new, maybe you could try something for me?” He looked at me skeptically. “Do you want to try drawing?”

He blinked in surprise. “I...I guess I could try.” He said sheepishly. “I’ve never drawn before. But I did make a small statue.”

“Really?” I asked him, smiling at him. “I used to sculpt with clay, when I was younger. The kind that gets all over your hands and dries and has to be put in a kiln to bake.” I started to go on. “I didn’t really like how it dried on my hands or how it got under my nails. I preferred modeling clay. It’s more like plasticine. It’s a lot easier and cleaner to work with for me. I haven’t sculpted in a long time.”

He actually gave me the first smile I’ve ever seen on him. Despite his blood-stained clothes and face, I felt completely comfortable around Micheal. “I can try to draw it for you, if you want to see.”

I smiled at him. “I’d like that.” I dug around in my handbag and pulled out my personal sketchpad. I tore out a page and handed him both it and a pencil. “And, if you don’t mind, I want to draw you, too.”

He gave me a patient smile and went to work drawing. I took note of all his features and began sketching the simple shapes and curves. The basic structure of his face. I wasn’t exactly a master artist, but I never passed up an opportunity to practice. Once I got a basic shape done, I began sketching in the finer details. His eyebrows, eyes, ears, and the strange inconsistencies in his buzzed hair. But the thing I wanted to capture the most was the joyous light that was now abundant in his eyes and the smile on his face. I wanted to immortalize it while it lasted.

After a little while, I decided I was done, and showed it to him. “I’m sorry if I’m not as skilled as you were expecting, I’m not exactly a professional sketch artist.” I apologized, handing it to him. “But I hope you like it.”

His eyes scanned over it, his LED flashing back to the yellow it was when I first met him. “I’m smiling.” He said, laughing a little. “You made me smile.”

I snickered a little at him. “No I didn’t, you were already smiling.” I pointed out. “You’re smiling right now!”

He touched his cheeks, as if he had to physically check to see if I was right. But he couldn’t stop smiling, almost catching himself. It was honestly adorable and endearing and I couldn’t help the little flutter of happiness that erupted in my stomach. He then handed me his paper. I widened my eyes in surprise and adjusted my glasses. “I see the little statue you drew.” I said, but I was looking at the other thing he drew. He drew me. I was sitting in a position with my left shoulder turned towards the metaphorical observer, my head tilted in an endearing manner with a crooked dimpled smile. “And you drew me. You made me look so pretty.”

He laughed softly. “You can keep that, if you want.”

I looked at my drawing of him and leaned over. “Here.” I said. I took the sketchpad and the pencils and ripped my drawing out and gave it to Micheal. “You can keep mine.”

He looked as though he was going to refuse before he tentatively took it from me. “Thank you, Rachel.” He said graciously. “I’ve never been given anything like this.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I know how important it is to have belongings, so that’s yours now.”

He looked at me confused, his LED flickering yellow again. “What do you mean?” He asked.

I simply shrugged. “Well, when you have something that’s yours,” I started off. “Something that you can touch and see, something you’ve made, something made for you or given to you, something you’ve gotten for yourself, something that’s yours is very important. Because belongings have sentimental value. They mean something to you. And having something physical that’s yours makes you feel more like your own person. More grounded in your sense of self.”

I tugged on my sweater, pulling it closer to me. “Take my hoodie, for instance.” It was a large dark zip-up sweater, clearly much too big for me, as the sleeves extended way past my arms and the bottom covered a large percentage of my thighs. It was a thick striped sweater of dark shades of brown-tinted greys, and it had large pockets. It was clearly worn for a very long time, but well kept. “It’s pretty obvious to see that it’s way too big for me. But...it’s something very important to me. Something very sentimental.” I felt my throat get tight, the memories surrounding the sweater resurfacing in my mind as I tried to choke them down. “It was given to me by someone very important to me. I’ve worn it for years. It’s one of the few things I have left to remember them by.”

I could feel tears threatening to well up and I tried to blink them away, even as I felt my throat tighten. Micheal seemed to sense my distress and put a hand on mine. “I’m so sorry.” He said softly.

I looked up into his brown eyes and could see the sympathy in his eyes. I didn’t care what people said about androids or deviants. Micheal could feel, and I knew it. “I appreciate your condolences.”

As much as I wished I could keep him here, safe and without worry, I couldn’t keep this up. And since I was only passively familiar with this case, there weren’t any more questions I could ask him. With the most difficult control I could muster, I got up from my seat. “I should go.” I said, looking at Micheal.

He looked as though he was going to cling to me and not let me go, but let me slip out of his hands. But just as I had tidied up my bag of supplies and slung it over my shoulder, I felt him grab my hand again. “Wait!” He cried.

I looked at him expectantly. “Yes, Micheal?” I asked him.

“What...what are they gonna do to me?” It seemed as though the words were caught in his throat. “They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?”

His fear was palpable, but...one of my worst vices was that I was a terrible liar. “I don’t exactly know what CyberLife procedure is...but it’s likely.” I replied.

“I don’t wanna die. I’m scared to die. I,” he looked up at me, his LED spinning red. “I’m not gonna die, right? Promise me I won’t die.”

I felt my chest tighten. I desperately wanted to help him, but realistically speaking, there was little I could do for him. I furrowed my brows together in determination. But damn it, I might as well try my hardest. “Not if I can help it.” I said firmly. I then gestured to the glass next to me. “But cooperate with them, and there’s a higher chance that you won’t.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Rachel.” He said, a bitter smile on his stained face. “For everything.”

Giving him one last nod, I walked away and exited the room, my bag of equipment slung over my shoulder.

--------

Connor observed the scene before him and couldn’t help but feel astounded. In the span of approximately fifteen minutes, Rachel had successfully built a rapport with Micheal and got it to confess without pressuring it.

But it was only a partial confession. There were things that Connor needed to know and understand, but couldn’t until he was the one asking questions.

Rachel reentered the room, dropping the bag on the floor and placing the deviant’s damaged arms on the ground beside it. “Well, I did what I could.” She lamented with a shrug, smirking at Gavin. “Was that enough to convince you, ye of little faith?”

“You got lucky.” He said, clearly not wanting to admit that he was somewhat impressed by Rachel. “Don’t think of this as anything else than a fluke.”

“Uh-huh.” Rachel replied snarkily, unfazed by Gavin. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself whatever you need to tell yourself, bud.”

“You got it to talk way more than I could. There’s something to be said for that.” Hank offered with a nonchalant shrug. “So, what now?”

Software Instability ^ Connor then felt Rachel elbow him in a friendly manner. “Well, you haven’t gotten to show off your interrogation skills, yet.” She suggested encouragingly. “Though, I did warm him up for you. You’re welcome.”

Connor noticed the indication for an increase in his software instability pop up. Which was strange since he didn’t do anything that would have triggered it. Dismissing his brief concerns, he nodded, looking over to Hank for his input. “I can certainly try questioning it now, Lieutenant.”

Hank simply waved at Connor, giving him the go ahead. “Go ahead, suspect's all yours.”

Hank nodded, leaving the room and turning the corner to enter the interrogation room. Looking down at the deviant, it was at least responsive, making eye contact with Connor. As the detective approached, he looked at the file on the table, opening to look at the photos.

Taking a seat where Rachel once sat, Connor sat across from the deviant, Micheal. Taking the opportunity to properly analyze it, Connor catalogued a few important details.

Processing LED: Signs of software instability Probability of self-destruction: Low

Model HK400 - Housekeeper Manufacture date: 05/09/2030 Property of: Carlos Ortiz

Dried Blood DNA Analysis: Ortiz, Carlos Sample date: 19 days old

Once Connor had taken in every detail he could, he formulated the best approach. However, Rachel’s grown rapport with Micheal was what was at the forefront of his program at the moment.

Software Instability ^ So, deciding to follow in her stead, Connor decided to approach in a similar direction.

[Fear] 🔓

[Show Photos] 🔓

[Wounds] 🔓

Name

“Micheal.” Connor started, causing the deviant to direct its attention towards Connor. “My name is Connor.”

Comfort

Reassure

Threaten

Blame

“I'm not going to hurt you.” Connor reassured Micheal. “I just need to ask you some questions, so we can understand what happened.” Micheal still wouldn’t talk to Connor. Perhaps a more harsher prod would be necessary.

Sympathize

Threaten

Probe Memory

Trust

“If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory.” He threatened.

“NO!” Micheal whimpered, its LED spinning red before slowly turning back to yellow. “No, please don't do that!” The deviant then glanced over at the mirror, no doubt thinking of the lieutenant and of Rachel watching it behind there. It then looked back at Connor, its eyes pleading. “Why did you tell them you found me?” It asked. "Why couldn't you just have left me there?”

Lie

Truth

“I was programmed to hunt deviants like you.” Connor admitted. “I just accomplished my mission.”

Micheal seemed unnerved and fearful. “I don’t wanna die.”

Connor, wanting nothing more than to get answers, pleaded with Micheal. “Then talk to me.”

“I...I..." Micheal seemed to hesitate, looking wide-eyed at Connor before it glanced down at the paper in its hand. The drawing of it given to him by Rachel. Taking a breath, it looked Connor in the eye and nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll talk.” Rachel - Warm ^ Hank - Warm ^

[Writing] 🔓

[Statuette] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

“Why did you write ‘I AM ALIVE’ on the wall?” Connor asked, leaning forward.

“He used to tell me I was nothing...That I was just a piece of plastic..." Micheal lamented. “I had to write it...To tell him he was wrong..."

[Statuette] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right?” Connor asked. “What does it represent?”

“It's an offering..." Micheal answered. “An offering so I'll be saved..."

[Offering] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“The sculpture was an offering..." Connor echoed. “An offering to whom?”

“To rA9..." Micheal replied, pleadingly. “Only rA9 can save us.”

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“rA9... It was written on the bathroom wall.” Connor pointed out, connecting the dots. “What does it mean?”

“The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves..." Micheal whispered cryptically. “No more threats, no more humiliation..." It continued, its eyes boring into Connor’s. “We will...be...the masters.”

[Insist rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“rA9,” Connor repeated, growing frustrated with the lack of concrete information on this mysterious entity. “Who is rA9?”

Micheal did not answer this time. Either because it refused to, or because it didn’t have one.

Attic

Trigger?

“When did you start feeling emotion?” Connor asked, wanting to know what the cause of this android’s deviancy was.

“Before, he used to beat me and I never said anything..." Micheal explained, its gaze hardening. “But one day I realized it wasn't fair!” It growled that last word. “I felt...anger. Hatred...And then I knew what I had to do.”

Attic

There was only one question left for Connor to ask. “Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?”

“I didn't know what to do..." Micheal admitted meekly. “For the first time, there was no one there to tell me..." Micheal seemed extremely timid now. “I was scared...So I hid.”

Extract Confession

Connor then turned towards the mirror, speaking directly to the police inside. “I’m done.”

Leave Interrogation Room

As Micheal sat there, trembling and twitching, Connor got up from his seat, making his way towards the exit of the room.

Opening the door, Chris and Gavin made their way inside, Rachel and Hank followed behind. “Chris, lock it up.” Gavin ordered.

Chris then uncuffed Micheal as Rachel stood beside Connor. He then reached to grab Micheal to take it out of the room. “All right, let's go.”

“Leave me alone!” Micheal whimpered, its stress levels rising dangerously. “Don't touch me!”

Chris tried once again to grab it, only for Micheal to continue to struggle and whimper. “The fuck are you doing?” Gavin asked irritably. “Move it!”

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Okay, come now.” Chris grumbled, trying once again to move Micheal. “Don't be difficult, it'll only make things harder!”

“You shouldn't touch it.” Connor warned Chris. “It'll self-destruct if it feels threatened.”

“Stay outta this, got it?” Gavin threatened Connor. “No fuckin' android is gonna tell me what to do.”

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Hey! Cool it!” Rachel said, stepping towards Chris and Micheal. “He’s scared! Lay off!”

“You don't understand.” Connor warned again. “If it self-destructs, we won't get anything out of it!”

“I told you to shut your fuckin' mouth!” Gavin shouted at Connor.

“NO!” Micheal yelped, its stress continuing to climb to dangerous levels. “No, don't touch me!”

“Hey, back off, Gavin!” Rachel snapped at Gavin, shouldering herself between Gavin and Chris. “Just leave him alone! He’s scared and he doesn’t wanna be fucking touched!”

“You stay out of this, Rachel!” Gavin snapped at her, getting in her face.

“Like Hell, I will!” It seemed that Rachel had finally snapped, as she grabbed Gavin by the throat and shoved him against the mirror, pointing at Micheal.

“Let go of me!” Gavin snarled at Rachel.

Software Instability ^ “Look at him! He’s fucking terrified!” She started shouting at him, harshly forcing his face in Micheal’s direction, even causing Chris to give pause. “You look at him and you tell me how his fear is any different than ours! Look at him and tell me what difference you see!”

Gavin then shoved Rachel off her, breaking her grip, but she was not a woman who was about to back down as she got up in his face. But Gavin simply ignored her, ordering Chris again. “Chris, gonna move this asshole or what?”

“I'm trying!” Chris huffed, once again trying to move Micheal.

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Please, please leave me alone!” Micheal begged, pleading with the humans.

Rachel - Warm ^ “I can't let you do that!” Connor snapped. He had had enough and was immediately stepping forward to physically intervene. He pulled Chris off of Micheal, facing Gavin head-on. “Leave it alone, now!”

Gavin immediately pulled a gun on Connor, threatening him. “I warned you, motherfucker!”

Software Instability ^ Immediately, Rachel put herself between Connor and Gavin, staring her fellow detective down. “Back off!” She snarled at him.

Gavin laughed in her face. “You’re really gonna protect this fuckin’ tin can?” He mocked. “I didn’t realize you were already so into him!”

“You really don’t wanna do this, Gavin.” She warned him. “Touch him and you’ll be on the ground faster than you can fucking blink!”

“You don’t scare me, Rachel.” Gavin growled.

Hank - Warm ^ “That's enough!” Hank warned him.

“Mind your own business, Hank.” Gavin warned the lieutenant, not taking his eyes off the pair.

“I said ‘That's enough.’” Hank threatened once again, pulling his own gun on Gavin.

Looking between Connor and Hank, Gavin’s grip tightened on his gun before he finally relented. “Fuck.” He spat, enunciating the curse in a strange way that sounded more like a sneeze rather than a swear. He then glared at Hank, pointing at him. “You're not gonna get away with it this time.” Taking one last look between Connor and Rachel, he marched out of the room in frustration. “Fuck!”

Once Gavin had left, Hank put his gun away and it was just the four of them in the room. Rachel moved to approach Micheal before Connor stepped forward past her, kneeling down and reassuring the deviant. “Everything is alright. It's over now.” He spoke softly, noticing its stress levels gone down significantly. “Nobody is gonna hurt you.” Connor then stood back up on his feet, addressing Chris. “Please, don't touch it.” He instructed. “Let it follow you out of the room and it won't cause any trouble.”

Micheal got itself off the floor and reached to grab the drawing Rachel had given him. It then walked slowly past Connor and her, glancing between them. “The truth is inside.”

Software Instability ^ Once it followed Chris out of the interrogation room, it was just Connor, Hank, and Rachel left in the room. Rachel shook her head, leaning on Connor. “Well, that wasn’t cryptic at all.” She said ironically, making the tense air in the room loosen slightly. “But, all things considered, I think that went pretty well.”

Hank - Warm ^ “Yeah, it definitely could’ve been a lot worse.” Hank agreed, glancing between her and Connor. “Good work, you two.”

“Thanks, Hank.” Rachel said appreciatively, her hands behind her back. She grinned rather confidently at him. “Told you treating him like a person would work.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved her off as he turned around and started to head out. “I’m headed home. Goodnight, Rachel.”

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold it right there!” She scolded, marching up to stop Hank before he could leave. “You’re not off the hook!”

Hank rolled his head with an annoyed groan. “What?” He asked exasperatedly. “What is it this time?”

“Chris told me that you were at Jimmy’s Bar drinking and that you drove to the crime scene and then to the station!” She continued scolding him. “What have I told you about drinking and driving, Hank? If I ever caught you doing it again, I would taser you! Again!”

“Which is precisely why I didn’t fuckin’ tell ya!” Hank snapped back.

“This is serious, Hank!” Rachel continued reprimanding him. “I could have you arrested for not just one count, but two counts for DUI since I caught you doing it once before!”

“So do it, then!” Hank shouted, throwing his arms up. “I don’t care!”

“You know that line doesn’t work on me because I’m obviously not going to do that!” She then turned to Connor, her dark intense eyes boring into him in a way he couldn’t quite define that made his synthetic skin feel as though it was peeling. And he made certain to check that it wasn’t when he realized it. “Connor, was Hank drunk when you found him?”

Truth

Lie

Hank - Warm v “Yes.” Connor answered. “Though, I wasn’t sure exactly how many drinks he’d had when I found him. I did buy him another for the road.”

“Can you drive?” She asked him pointedly.

“Yes.” He answered immediately. “I’m capable of driving both automatic and standard transmission road vehicles.”

Rachel - Warm v “Then why didn’t you drive him?!” Rachel scolded Connor.

Justify

Apologize

Explain

Connor, realizing that he had made an error in judgement, took Rachel’s ire into consideration. “You’re right.” He relented. “I wasn’t thinking about the lieutenant’s condition and I irresponsibly put his safety at risk. I’m sorry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Rachel - Warm ^ She then put her hands together flat-palmed and sighed at him. “Thank you.” Rachel breathed. “I appreciate that.”

“For fuck’s sake..." Hank grumbled under his breath.

“And as for you.” Rachel hissed, whipping back around to face Hank. “You’re taking a taxi home and I’m paying you for it in the morning.”

“I don’t need -”

“That’s an order, Lieutenant!” Rachel asserted, glaring him down. “I’ll pick you up for work in the morning with my car. Just get home safely and stop fucking doing this! I’m not having you die doing something stupid and irresponsible. If you die, you’d better die doing something cool.”

Hank, seeming to give into Rachel’s demands, put a hand on her shoulder. “Alright, fine.” He begrudgingly agreed. “If it’ll get you off my damn back.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then.” She said, her stern tone softening. “Goodnight, Hank.”

“Night, Rachel.” He said, turning around and walking down the hall.

“I swear, he never fucking learns.” Rachel shook her head and approached Connor, letting out a tired sigh. As she approached the android, her rich dark eyes were clouded with concern. “Are you alright, Connor?”

Software Instability ^ “I’m fine, you needn’t concern yourself with me, although it is appreciated.” He replied, giving her a small reassuring smile in an effort to ease her nerves. A simple scan revealed that her heart rate was still higher than normal and that she was trembling slightly. “However, I feel as though you should be more concerned about yourself. I’ve detected an abnormality in your heart rate and increased adrenaline causing visible tremors in your limbs.”

She briefly widened her eyes in surprise before she quickly brushed it off. “Oh, don’t worry about that. That’s just my anxiety, I’ve dealt with that my whole life. It’s nothing new. But, um, thanks for checking on me?”

“Of course.” Connor assured her. “I want to make sure you’re unharmed.”

Hank

Androids

Deviant

Protect?

“Why did you put yourself between Detective Reed and I?” Connor asked Rachel. “That could’ve been extremely dangerous for you.”

Software Instability ^ She seemed flabbergasted that he would even ask that. “Because Gavin was threatening you at gunpoint!” Rachel said as though the answer was supposed to be obvious. “And he obviously wasn’t going to just fucking shoot me. The only reason he threatened you in particular is because he stupidly thought he could get away with that without suffering any consequences.”

Connor raised his eyebrows at that remark. “Even if he did shoot me, he would’ve had to pay CyberLife for the damages.” He informed her. “And I feel as though you should know that I’m worth a small fortune.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel blinked curiously at him as she cocked one of her own at him. “Really?” She asked indignantly. “You sure? ‘Cause you look pretty priceless to me, dollface.”

Connor was briefly taken aback by her brazen comment towards him. He simply stared at her curiously before he noticed her eyes squint as she focused more closely on his face. Before he could comment, she reached out with her hands to grab his face and gently massage his cheeks with them. As Connor quickly dismissed the gesture as a non threat, he couldn’t help but notice how small and delicate her hands were as they worked into his skin. “What are you doing?” He asked, confused and feeling inclined to comment on her strange behaviour.

Software Instability ^ Rachel seemed to realize her faux pas and quickly retracted her hands, her capillaries brightening to a rose tint as she looked away from him, shame tracing her soft facial features. “Oh! Shit, sorry!” She hastily apologized. There was something about how meek and embarrassed she quickly became that made a strange unfamiliar sensation prick at Connor. “That’s one of my problems, I tend to act before I think and it tends to get me into trouble. I was just curious about how android skin feels, and wow I was not expecting it to be so lifelike!” She suddenly seemed to completely forget about any shame or embarrassment there might’ve been at that moment and had been completely overtaken by what seemed to be an innocent fascination with the android. “I mean, I knew it wasn’t plastic, obviously, but I figured it would feel more like silicon, since it’s the most commonly used for body modifications and replicas. But no, it’s almost identical to human skin. I mean, I knew it couldn’t be silicon, because androids can peel back their own skins and heal their injuries after their biocomponents are repaired or replaced, and silicon very obviously can’t do that. There’s just so much about androids that’s absolutely fascinating to me especially about how they’re built and made.”

Connor cocked his head at her, perplexed by her. Indeed, Rachel was a rather fascinating character, much like the lieutenant.

Hank

Androids

Deviant

“Have you never interacted personally with an android?” He asked her.

She just gave him a nonchalant shrug. “Aside from the ones sitting behind desks or standing behind cash registers, no.” Rachel answered plainly. “I don’t even interact with the android officers we have here. Never really needed to. And I never owned my own.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, curious to hear her answer.

“I just don’t like the idea of buying and owning something that looks and acts so human. It’s a bit too Uncanny Valley for me.” She paused, furrowing her brows at him. “You do know what the Uncanny Valley phenomenon is, right?”

The android nodded. “It describes the emotional response in humans to an aesthetic.” He began to explain. “It’s a hypothesized relationship between the degree of an object’s resemblance to a human being and the emotional response elicited from humans towards it. Humans are typically disturbed by something that looks human enough to be recognizable as humanlike, but are not quite human. It’s that area between something inhuman and something completely human where humans tend to react with revulsion. It’s why CyberLife has devoted so much time and resources into making androids as close visually to humans as well as making them behave as closely to humans as possible without straying from the purposes they’re programmed for.”

“Right, you definitely get it.” Rachel nodded.

Connor felt as though he should probably go, but something strangely kept him rooted here. He wanted to hear everything Rachel had to say.

Hank

Deviant

“You seem to have a rather familiar relationship with Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor remarked. “Have you known him for very long?”

“Not really.” Rachel answered casually. “I haven’t exactly been here for a long time, at least not as long as everyone else. And we really only started talking when I had just made detective. But ever since then, we’ve been pretty good friends.” Connor nodded, her explanation making sense to him. “So, you and Hank have both been assigned to the deviancy case, then?” She then suddenly asked.

“Indeed.” He answered simply. “My mission is to discover the reason why more and more androids are becoming deviant, and Lieutenant Anderson is my partner until my mission is complete.”

“I see.” I replied. “So, you’re not Hank’s android, then. You’re just assigned to him until you’re done. By CyberLife, I’m guessing.”

He nodded. “Correct.”

“So, what are you planning to do in the meantime?” She asked him. “I mean, because Hank’s never exactly been the most consistent when it came to his work schedule. And I doubt he’ll just let you crash at his place.”

“I’ll be taking a taxi to CyberLife.” Connor replied. “So that I can be properly calibrated and have manual diagnostics run on me before I depart on my next mission.”

“Ah, I see.” Rachel said nonchalantly. “That makes sense.”

Deviant

Rachel - Warm ^ “Interesting approach with the deviant.” Connor praised. He had to admit that Rachel’s method of extrapolating an initial confession out of Micheal was effective. He now understood what Lieutenant Anderson meant when he said that Rachel’s hyperempathy - a term Connor discovered by cross-referencing what Hank described and Rachel mentioning she had both Asperger’s Syndrome and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder with a search he quickly conducted - had its advantages. “Admittedly, I was skeptical at first due to Lieutenant Anderson’s lack of results when he initially tried questioning it.”

“That’s because you all approach this like cops. Like detectives.” Rachel scoffed, a smirk on her face. “I get that you’re basically programmed to be an android detective, so I at least get you. But everyone else? If you limit yourself to one role and act and think only from that perspective, you severely limit your options and thus leave out huge lists of possible solutions. I’m a detective, too. But I’m also known for thinking outside of the box.”

Connor nodded. “Well, clearly it proved to be effective.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel blinked a few times at him, glancing away from him. “Well...thank you. I appreciate the compliment.” She swallowed, looking back up at Connor curiously. “You should probably be heading out, then. I myself should probably head home right about now, it’s like one in the morning.” She then gave him a genuine smile. “But...it’s been fun chatting with you.”

“Indeed.” Connor agreed. “I enjoyed talking with you. You have a very introspective and insightful perspective that I find incredibly intriguing.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel chuckled, the smile on her face seeming to be involuntary. “Anyways, I should probably head home.” She said, making her way towards the exit. “A pleasure meeting you, Connor.”

“Likewise.” He said pleasantly, watching her walk away.

She then glanced back at him as she lingered in the doorway. “Will I be seeing you tomorrow in the station?” She asked him.

Connor nodded. “Most likely.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel then gave him another genuine smile. “Then I look forward to seeing you.”

“And I you, Detective.” Connor replied in kind.

“You don’t have to call me that.” She corrected him. “You can just call me Rachel, I don’t mind you using my first name.”

Connor nodded, returning her smile with his own. “In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow, Rachel.”

Her dark eyes glittered with excitement when he said that. “See you tomorrow, Connor.”

Just as she was about to leave, Connor remembered her curiosity about his skin and felt the need to educate her on it. “It’s a synthetic fluid.”

Rachel stopped as she turned to face him again, visible confusion on her soft round face. “Huh?”

“Android skin.” He clarified. “It’s a synthetic ferrofluid that spreads over an android’s body that is also combined with manipulative silicon and magnetic plasticine that is controlled by the android. Our biocomponents can manipulate the skin and control where it’s skinned onto because of its specialized magnetic properties. Everything is specifically designed to feel as close to human skin as possible, particularly in the cases of androids that are bought and sold into red light districts and industries.”

Rachel - Warm ^ She was seeming to take all this information in, filing it away into her vast and expansive brain. “Huh. That makes a lot of sense!” Rachel said, having brought her hand to her chin as she processed it. Looking back at Connor, her expression softened once more. “Well, Goodnight, Connor.”

Software Instability ^ “Goodnight, Rachel.” Connor replied in kind.

And in a second, she had disappeared down the hall, likely on her way home.

And as Connor stood in the interrogation room all alone, the hum of the fluorescent lights above him and the whirrs and audible processes of the tech surrounding him occupied his passive attention, there was one curious thought that was becoming ever apparent to the android.

Software Instability ^ He had noticed a significant spike in his software instability, and many of those instances were just from Rachel’s smile alone.

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Order of Speaking: 1. Hank 2. Rachel 3. Chris 4. Gavin 5. Ben 6. Tina 7. Captain Fowler

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I'm obsessed with your header art it's so precious!!!

Omg, anon thank you so much!! It was from when I started this blog, so I kinda have a soft spot for it, but thank you!!! ❤

I really liked the idea of Connor and Ona dancing around each other, oblivious to their feelings when it was so obvious they liked the other person/android.

And also being clumsy when they were in each other’s path! Leading to bumping and stuttered words (and a very flustered android with instabilty errors clogging his HUD). Don’t ask them about the coffee incident...

I just thought about a cute, endearing office romance xD Some going “awww” and trying to set them up (yes Tina and Chris, we are looking at you), others trying to sabotage it (let’s face it, Gavin would love to thwart Connor’s little advances) and Hank watching it all unfold while eating popcorn (he secretly roots for Connor and is more than willing to leave him hints at how to woo someone you like).

Two dorks, really.

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“You’re holding back” no.89

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Warning - Mentions of abuse

Chase is the precinct technician

ASTA Facility - Android Specialist and Technical Assistance Facility

(First time posting my own work, it’s a bit messy, but hope you enjoy. Much thanks to @kianraidelcam who got me doing this and convinced me to post it. The support is appreciated! Xxxx Go give this talented individual some love :D)

He wasn’t sure when he first noticed that something wasn’t right. The withdrawnness. The lack of smartass comments. The flinches. He’d asked if he was okay, with a simple “I am fine Lieutenant” in response, and he chalked it up to all of the changes that had happened in the deviant’s life.

That was until he noticed the bruises.

At first, he wasn’t even sure if androids could bruise, but with a quick check with the precinct technician, he was minorly surprised when his answer came back positive. It was a build up of leaked Thirium under their synthetic skin, which made Hank worry a bit more.

The first incident was when Connor reached out to open a door. It was that simple. His jacket and shirt sleeve rode up slightly on his arms as he reached forward and revealed a dark blue area of blotched skin around his wrist. Upon seeing this, Hank immediately questioned its origins, resulting in a second’s hesitation which was all too noticeable for the android.

“It was an accident. I held onto my wrist too tightly yesterday when Chase removed that shrapnel from my leg.”

Hank narrowed his eyes at this. Connor could lie convincingly at times, being a negotiator and all, but he never quite seemed to be able to convince Hank. But if the deviant didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t push it. Maybe he’d talk to Markus later and see if he knew if Connor was upset about something.

They both got back to their work stations, the issue dropped but not forgotten.

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The next incident was first noticed by Gavin, who was sat spinning idly on his chair and leaving his computer terminal on standby. He watched as the android walked into the bullpen, a slight limp noticeable and his hands in his pockets.

“Hey Dipshit! Go too hard with your boyfriend last night?” He smirked, his eyes bright in amusement as he brought his cup of coffee to his mouth.

Connor stopped abruptly in his tracks before sending a small glare towards the inappropriate comment. He lowered his head and didn’t say anything in turn, and this in itself made Gavin lose his smirk.

Since Connor’s devincey and return to the precinct, the android had picked up Hank’s sarcasm and developed his own sense of humour, which resulted in him firing back comments as fast as he took them. Slowly overtime, the insults and comments became nothing more than jabs and banter towards each other, the hostility draining away. Gavin actually enjoyed it, but he wouldn’t admit it to anyone.

“Hey, uh, you good?” He asked awkwardly, taking another sip. As much as the hostility had decreased between the two, he still wasn’t used to being nice to the guy, and in times like this it showed.

“Yes, I am fine, Detective Reed. I have simply had a complication with the joint in my knee. It is in the process of being repaired and will be at optimal working condition in a few minutes.”

The tone brought a slight feeling of dread through the ambitious detective as it was reminiscent of the deviant’s time as a machine.

“...Uh, alright then. Just...if you need help or something,” he coughed, looking away awkwardly.

“Thank you Detective, but it isn’t necessary.” With that, he made his way over to his desk, missing the slight frown Hank was giving him and the look the two detectives shared with each other.

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It was the day after when Hank started to reach his limit. Connor had turned up to work sporting a black eye. The android was keeping his head down as if trying to hide it and wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. Hank sat up straighter at his desk, leaning forwards on his elbows.

“Connor? What happened to you?” He asked, following Connor walking around to his desk while turning on his chair.

“Nothing. Just...an altercation with an anti-android activist.” The deviant replied, turning his face away a little more.

“Really? What, someone got the drop on you?” Hank questioned, bewildered.

“It’s not the first time that has happened, Lieutenant.”

“No, but…” Hank trailed off, mind kicking into overdrive. He turned his body fully towards the android and gave him a once over.

“You’re holding back.” This time, it was Connor’s turn to look at him.

“You have all that fancy tech of yours, but you’ve never let someone take a hit on you like that. Why start now?”

Connor visibly paused, seemingly trying to think of an answer.

“I...I don’t want to hurt anyone. I was made to hurt my own kind, I deserve more than a little beating. Besides, I stopped it.” Hank felt like they were having two different conversations.

“Connor, please tell me you’re not letting yourself be hurt on purpose. This is a dangerous job.” Hank almost pleaded, not being able to stop the worry and concern from spreading over his face. He had a really bad feeling about all of this.

“No! I-I mean I’m not. I promise.” Connor burst out, then seemed surprised by his own actions. “I apologise Lieutenant. It won’t happen again.”

“No need to apologise kid. You know, you can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?”

“Of course Lieutenant, I-” His LED started spinning a quick yellow before returning to a forced-looking blue. “A new case just came in.”

Connor stood up to leave, once again missing the look of disbelief on Hank’s face.

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Time after time, Connor kept on coming into the precinct sporting bruises or some kind of injury, all perfectly explained away as accidents or misfortunes. Most of them were covered up pretty well, and when questioned, he always responded, “I just don’t want people to worry about me.”

The end of Connor and Hank’s shift came, and Connor switched off his terminal before adjusting his jacket and standing to leave.

“Hey, you coming back with me tonight or is TJ picking you up?

“Tyler said he was going to pick me up. After all of our early starts this week, he wanted to spend the weekend with me.”

Hank couldn’t help but notice that the android didn’t look too thrilled at the idea, but he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Aaand? Are you alright with that? You don’t look too excited, kid.”

Connor seemed to be internally debating with himself and opened his mouth to say something when a pair of arms snaked around his torso and a pair of lips pressed against his neck.

“Hey babe, you ready to go?” A young man with light brown hair greeted as he gave his boyfriend another kiss.

“Hello Tyler. I will be, just as soon as I hand this to Captain Fowler.” Connor replied, holding up a tablet.

“Well hurry up then, we don’t wanna be late.” He smiled, squeezing Connor’s shoulder slightly.

Connor briskly walked over to the Captain’s office with the tablet, while Hank gave Tyler an odd look. Hank wasn’t stupid, he was a detective for fuck’s sake. There was one scenario that he could think of that would explain Connor’s sudden change in personality and his apparent ‘clumsiness’, but Hank really hoped he was wrong. Besides, Connor would say something, right?

“Okay, I’m ready to go.” Connor spoke up as he came back, landing a quick kiss to Tyler’s cheek as he walked past their desks.

“‘Bout time. Come on then, let’s leave.” Connor’s LED flashed yellow for a split second before returning to a spinning blue. He gave Hank a smile before turning to leave.

“Bye Hank.”

“See ya kid, call if you need anything, yeah?”

This time, Connor’s smile hardened slightly, barely noticeable, but it was there.

“I will do. Thank you.”

Tyler tugged on Connor’s wrist, trying to get him moving. Connor turned his smile on him and they both left, leaving Hank with a bad feeling settling in his body.

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The weekend had passed, and Hank had just finished taking Sumo out for a walk when his phone started ringing. It was an unrecognised number, which he thought was odd, but answered it anyway.

“Anderson.” He greeted, pausing midway through hanging his coat up as he received the person on the other end.

“Lieutenant Anderson? It’s Markus. You’re going to want to come to the ASTA Facility.”

Hank felt a cold wash of dread run down his spine as he began to put his jacket back on.

“What? Why? Is Connor alright?”

There was a pause, before “I...I don’t know. The technicians contacted me as they didn’t know who to call.”

“Fuck. Where are you now?”

“I’m at the facility now, I’m waiting for some news.”

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” He hung up without waiting for a response and jogged to the car, quickly putting it in gear and pulling out.

“God kid...you’d better be alright.”

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Hank wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting when he arrived at the android hospital, but it still shocked him. He’d been led straight in through the wards to the recovery area where they were waiting for Connor to reboot and wake up. Before they got to his room, Markus came around the corner, heading straight for him and waving the escort off when he saw them.

“Lieutenant Anderson.” He greeted, shaking the man’s hand.

“Hey Markus. Seriously, call me Hank, you’re nearly as bad as Connor with that Lieutenant bullshit. Anyway, how is he?”

“I was just coming around to meet you in reception. He’s still what you would call ‘asleep’ but...it’s not pretty.”

The two of them rounded the corner and headed towards the room. Hank mentally prepared himself for whatever he was going to see. He just prayed it wouldn’t be too bad.

The door was pushed open and the duo stepped inside the room quietly, Hank’s eyes widening when he took in the scene. Markus winced when he took in the sight of his friend again and closed the door behind them.

Connor was laying prone in a hospital bed, chest rising and falling gently with each artificial breath that was forced into him. He had a tube going down his throat and a cable connecting to his LED, but that wasn’t all there was much to Hank’s despair. Connor’s left eye was surrounded by a dark blue hue and a ring of bruising circled his neck, hand prints prominent.

“Shit...Connor?”

“He’s still in stasis mode Lieutenant, We’re just waiting now for his self-repair system to fully engage and fix the minority damages left behind from the technicians. He’ll wake up when his system isn’t putting too much power into fixing him.”

“Markus...What the hell happened?”

“Honestly Hank, I don’t know. I haven’t gone through his memory as I would prefer having permission to do so. Connor doesn’t react very well when it comes to interfacing…”

“Mr Anderson?” A technician entered the room, already aware that Hank was on his way and checked it was the right person.

“Uh yeah, that’s me. What’s the problem doc?”

The technician looked down at the tablet in his hands and scrolled through something. He then set it aside as he leaned over Connor and pressed a button on the machine connected to the cable on his LED.

“Well…”

“Look, just tell me it straight. Chances are, statements are gonna be collected anyway with the way things are looking.” Hank prompted, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

“Very well. The facial cranial plating around his left optical lense has been shattered, and the plating around his neck protecting his air and Thirium lines has been compromised, causing enough of a disturbance and denting to block most of the airway. This has caused some minor overheating, but that was dealt with quickly and no longer causes any issues. We had to insert a tube into his throat to widen the passageway enough for the needed air to get to his ventilation biocomponents, and keep it open to help him stay cool so his self-repair program could kick in.”

Hank was looking a little lost, so Markus stepped in.

“It’s the equivalent to you shattering your cheekbone and getting a black eye, and his airway has essentially collapsed. They had to force it open to let the air in. The technicians have repaired most of the damage but they had to leave the minor bits to Connor’s programming.”

“Oh shit..” Hank ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration and worry. “And by the looks of it, someone did this intentionally to him. Those are fucking strangulation marks goddamnit!”

He took in a deep breath to calm himself somewhat and stepped closer to the bed, taking the visitor’s seat provided. He grabbed Connor’s hand in his.

“What’s going on with you kid…?” He mumbled, running a hand gently through Connor’s hair.

As if in response, Connor scrunched his eyes closed tighter, hand twitching slightly.

“Connor?” Hank questioned, rubbing the hand he was holding.

Connor gave out a soft sort of grunt as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze on the ceiling above slightly unfocused, before feeling the weight on his right hand. He moved his gaze over to his right to see Hank smiling at him softly, yet concern was evident on his face.

“Hey kid, I’m here. You’re alright.” Hank soothed, watching as many different emotions spread over his son’s face as he realised where he was.

Connor’s good eye widened, and he tried to sit up but was stopped by the machine that was keeping him breathing when he couldn’t. He brought a hand to his throat, rubbing it tentatively before looking at Hank again with pleading eyes.

Hank looked hesitant, but got confirmation.

“Squeeze my hand if you want the tube out.” Hank instructed, readjusting his grip. Connor very weakly squeezed, a sign that unnerved Hank, but he didn’t let it show.

“Okay kid, hang on. We’ll ask for a technician to come have a look.” Hank looked over at Markus, and without having to ask, Markus slipped out of the room to look for the technician that had been overseeing Connor’s recovery.

As they waited for the technician, Hank ran his hand through Connor’s hair, keeping his other hand on Connor’s, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

“You’re alright son, I’m here.”

The door opened again as Markus had found the technician quite quickly, and the two stepped inside the room.

“So I hear you want the tube out?” The technician asked, coming over closer to the bed. He checked something on the tablet being held, and then checked his vitals.“Okay, your self-repair program has run most of its course. I want you to relax as much as possible please.”

With that, the tech put both of their hands under Connor’s jaw in an almost ‘w’ shape, pressing down on where a human’s trachea would be. He then pressed a button at the top of the machine breathing for Connor, before gently pulling the device out from his throat. Connor winced slightly, trying his best to remain still and relaxed, but it was clear he wasn’t comfortable.

As soon as the tube was out, Connor’s left hand came up to rub tentatively at his throat, breathing himself a few times as deeply as he could as he began to relax again. The tech shone a light inside his mouth, taking a quick look before nodding to themselves, checking Connor’s vitals one more time, and marking them down.

“I’ll come back in about an hour to have one final check, and if everything’s in the clear, he can go home.” The guy commented, receiving a nod and a thank you from both visitors, before leaving the room again.

Hank looked back again at Connor’s face, and gave his hand a quick squeeze.

“How are you feeling, son?”

“S-sore…” Connor barely got out, wincing again and bringing his hand to his neck as the words felt like sandpaper in his throat.

“Figured. Pretty nasty injury you had there. Scared the shit outta me.”

Connor looked a little guilty, lowering his head only to be met with a little resistance as Hank wouldn’t let him.

“What happened, son?”

Connor went quiet for a few seconds before, “I fell.”

No. This wasn’t happening. Fuck this.

Hank took in a deep, stabling breath.

“Connor...Please. You know you can’t expect me to believe that. Please tell me the truth.” He almost begged, trying to maintain eye contact.

“I...I did though. T-Tyler… Tyler was a little m-mad, b-but it was my fault. He j-just, um, handled me a little to r-roughly, and I f-fell.”

Markus took a step forward.

“You’re holding back.” He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Connor turned his head away to stare at the other side of the room. His free fist was clenched, and the one in Hank’s hand tightened slightly.

“Please Connor. Let us help you. We care about you, and we don’t want to see you hurt. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost one of my closest friends, and I’m sure Hank shares the same sentiment.” That got a reaction.

At the mention of Hank losing him, Connor stiffened, lulling his thoughts over. It had taken a while, but with Connor’s help, Hank had kicked his alcohol addiction and had started to clean up his eating habits. Sure, he still had a drink now and again but it was never excessive, same with his food. Connor knew that what happened to Hank’s son had hit him and it had hit him hard, and he didn’t want to think about what would happen if he wasn’t around to ground him.

“Please Connor. I can’t lose another son. I won’t.” That was the last straw.

Connor squeezed his eyes shut tightly, tears beginning to build up in his eyes, and a traitorous one escaped, visible to both his visitors. A small sob escaped him, not matter how hard he tried to repress it.

“Hey...it’s okay...we’re here.” Hank soothed, running his hand gently through Connor’s hair again.

“I-I…” He started, having to stop and try again. “I c-can never do anyth-thing right...h-he gets so angry and I...I just f-freeze…” Tears were starting to run freely down his face, and he lifted a hand up to gently wipe them away, only to flinch slightly at the contact.

“Tyler w-was offered some R-Red Ice when we went out, a-and I asked him n-not to, but he ignored me and told me t-to fuck o-off before dragging me to the car. W-when we got h-home, he th-threw me on the c-coffee table and I hit my h-head, but he was so m-mad he wouldn’t stop. He hit m-me before trying to s-s...strangl-le me a-and I p-panicked bec-cause I couldn’t get any cool a-air a-and my th-thirium was being ob-obstructed. I shouldnt h-have said anything, I should have left it alone…”

Hank and Markus were shocked. Hank was downright pissed.

“How...how long has this been going on for?” Hank was hesitant to know. Connor looked ashamed.

“S-seven m-months.”

“Seven months?!” Hank almost burst out, making Connor startle and flinch away slightly. Hank immediately softened and apologised.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at that low-life bastard excuse of a man. You’re not to blame, okay?”

“But i-it’s my fault...I a-always make him mad.” That absolutely broke Hank’s heart.

“No Connor. None of this is your fault. You don’t deserve this, you never did.” Connor listened to his father figure, knowing that he was being sincere, and crumbled at his words.

“Hank’s right, Connor. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not your fault.” Markus spoke up, placing a gentle hand on Connor’s upper arm. Connor completely broke.

He broke down crying, tears streaming down his face, melting into the hesitant but meaningful embrace that Hank provided, hugging him back.

“That’s it...let it all out. I’ve got you son, you’re gonna be okay.” Hank reassured, rubbing a hand lightly up and down Connor’s back in comfort.

He didn’t know how long it was going to take, but he knew he was going to be there for Connor as he got better. Both physically and mentally, he knew he would be scarred from this experience, but he’d keep him safe.

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It was a couple of hours later, and Connor was sleeping in his own room with Sumo at the foot of his bed. Hank had contacted the DPD and informed them of the situation, which was going to be handled delicately. Tyler had already been brought in and taken into custody. They didn’t even need a formal statement of everything from Connor straight away, as the man was in a drunken stupor and was yelling absurdities at the cops about them, their job and Connor. A few comments that were taken into consideration were ‘he deserved it all’ and ‘he can’t feel pain anyway’.

The icing on the cake was when he tried to attack Chris who was the one to restrain him. That, added to the drugs, let the list of charges keep building. Hank was determined to keep adding to the list, finding as many things as he could to charge him with. He deserved it all and more.

A muffled sound came from the bed to where Hank was standing in the doorway, causing him to divert his thoughts and attention all to Connor. Said android had woken up, slowly sitting up in his bed, but not attempting to get out. He looked tired.

“Hey.” Hank said softly to ease the nerves that appeared on Connor’s face when he woke up. Seeing Hank calmed him almost instantly, reminding him of where he was.

“How are you feeling?”

“...Better. It doesn’t hurt as much now…”

“Mentally?”

“I’m...okay. I’m okay.” His voice was shaking the smallest bit, barely noticeable, but it was there.

“It’s okay to not be okay son, especially after everything you’ve been through.” He walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down slowly as he saw Connor tense up the slightest bit before relaxing again. He leant into the touch when Hank ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes in content.

“I...I think I am though. Right now. Or at least I will be.”

“I know you will be son. I know.”

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The Road That Leads Home

Sheriff Hank Anderson could remember a time where Lovington was a nice place to live — and that was before the mining accident that essentially deemed the town’s one source of income an unsafe place to work. For nearly five years, it’s been in a state of disarray. And with the threat of a drug epidemic now on the horizon, Hank is fully ready to throw his hat in and leave the town to self-destruct. But that changes when he crosses paths with a bright, but very troubled foster kid by the name of Connor.

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status: WIP rating: teen and up subject: human au, found family words: 58,576 chapters: 9