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laugtherhyena · 28 days

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Holy shit dude, the ceo of rei angst wrote some rei angst what the HELL!! We have to kill her guys she cant keep getting away with this.

Anyways im gonna be writing about a lot of these nerds. I just love rei. This is really rushed and I am really sleepy so it is not my best writing.

Also i cannot write teruya so you will habe to ppppUT UP WITH IT.

Warnings for like. Violence and my attempt at writing a breakdown.

Rei held the rusty pipe like a baseball bat, swinging for a homerun as she smacked off the head of someone she once knew. Someone who had abandoned her long ago.

The rotting head of what used to be her mother rolled on the ground, sickly green skin squishing against the ground and stared up at her with lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t want to see you again like this,” Rei hissed as her chest heaved, “i wanted to see you staring with regret as you saw your daughter on top of the world. I didn’t want to kill you or see you dead.”

That had been the second time she had run into her zombified mother. The first, she had been a coward, unable to kill her and her father– the two people she hated most, the two people who had abandoned her and left her on the streets.

Where had all her rage gone that time. When had she become soft.

Midori clung to Ryutaro with all the strength in her frail body. “My brother,” she whispered, “i saw my brother’s corpse down there. Kakeru… he… they got Kakeru… they killed Kakeu…”

He didn’t say much in return, but he did pat her hand briefly– the only comforting action he could manage while carrying her.

“I see a store up ahead. Let’s stop by there for supplies.” Keisuke pointed out to the leader of the bunch.

Setsuka patted the clown on the back and gave him a smile. “Sounds good, lead the way. Maki, do you need me to carry Yamaguchi for a bit?”

Midori wrapped her arms and legs around Ryutaro a bit tighter at the suggestion, very much attached to the guy who had found her and saved her from zombies.

“I’ll be fine until we reach the stop.” The blonde nodded his acknowledgement to the bluenette, forcing a smile as he struggled to catch up.

The group walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the orchestra of distant zombie groans.

“Miss Yamaguchi,” Hikaru said after bit, his tone fatherly like usual, “may I check your pulse soon? And may I check if the swelling on your ankles has gone down?”

“Yeah, that… sounds good. Thank you, Uncle.”

Kanata removed the bandages from Ayame’s arm gradually.

“There isn’t any sign of infection, Hatano. Kinjo and Maki are still out, so… uhm… can I get you something to eat?” The surgeon spoke softly as she stared at the sprinter.

“I’m not hungry…” Ayame mumbled.

“Inori!” Tomori slammed the door open, her eyes sunken from lack of sleep, “i think i got bit. Check! Check, please!!”

Kanata bit back a sigh of exasperation and forced out her cheerful smile. “Of course. Where do you think you were bit this time?”

“My ankle. They went after my ankle so I couldn’t run! They’re going to eat me. I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, god, I’m going to die!” The cheerleader’s words were jumbled together and practically nonsensical. She grabbed onto Kanata’s shoulders as she spoke, her nails digging into the other’s lab coat and pressing her skin uncomfortably.

“Miss Tomori,” Kanata winced, “please let go of me. I will check your ankle, but I am sure you are fine.”

“I’m not fine!” Kizuna wailed before glaring accusatory daggers at Ayame. “If you… if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten! If you had just seen that bitch for what she is! We wouldnt be doomed! You’ve doomed us all!”

Ayame took the words without fighting back. What had been the point in fighting anymore? Kizuna was right. She had doomed them all.

“Miss Tomori, please… Taira had us all fooled… if Miss Hatano is to blame, then so are the rest of us…” the blonde murmured. “Please sit down so I can check your ankle…”

Mindless. Kinji was mindless. His faith had only been able to spare him for so long.

His teeth were decayed now. His skin was green and purple and yellow. His eyes were dull. His cheeks were sunken.

It was incredible that his mind stayed intact long enough for him to bury as many as he did. The only bodies he didn’t put 6 feet under, the only bodies he couldn’t handle burying, were those of the people he knew.

But what was the point?

Yuki held his stomach as he choked up and spat out the last meal he had, beans that had barelt even begun to digest.

“Urgh… gross…” he mumbled to himself.

Shinji was away at the moment, scouting out for the next safe place for them to go and likely trying to find his family in the process.

The lucky student fought back envious tears. At least they knew there was a chance that Shinji’s family was alive– they found his mother, Aiko, brutally murdered in the Maeda household. Her corpse was bloated and rotted when they found it.

The sight still haunted his dreams. He couldn’t even keep.meals down since he saw it.

Mikako peered into her brother’s lab. He hadn’t eaten in quite some time, nor had he slept.

“Yamato…” she whispered hesitantly.

He spun around with a dart ready in his hand. He only lowered it after he registered it was her.

“Mikako, I’ve told you to leave me alone. I need to find a cure, or no one will be safe.” The inventor turned back to his work and threw a crumpled up piece of paper to the side.

“I’m sure someone else is searching for a cure, Yamato. Why not try to make a vaccine? Some sort of immunity would help while someone else finds a cure.” The exorcist suggested.

Her brother didn’t seem to have heard. That, or he was ignoring her.

“Ah… nevermind.” She straightened her back and spun on her heel to hunt down their other classmates.

For the newcomers, Satsuki was putting on a performance– juggling empty bottles and broken gadgets whilst telling jokes. That could not be safe, but Haruhiko seemed to have his eyes on her.

The bunker door heaved open, and Teruya’s team came in, carrying boxes full of food and other supplies.

“We’re back with dinner!” The merchant shouted.

Mikako rushed over to take the box from him.

“Thank you, Otori, this should be good for at least a week. You and your scavenger team did good.”

He grinned at her and handed his box over. “Thanks! We uh…” he hesitated, “We saw Taira and Maeda… err… Utsuro? On our flight back… they looked like they were heading somewhere… dunno where…”

She bit her tongue and nodded thankfully at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

Thats it. Im hungry good bye.

Aw yeah infection Au moment! I do remember you saying a while back that you wanted to write something about Rei in this Au and MAN her part has gotta be my favorite out of these little snippets.

I really like taking a look at how a bunch of the cast is doing, seeing the way you wrote them in those situations was pretty fun! It reminded me how much i like the idea of Setsuka's like group with the 6.5 cast and how Kanata probably wishes she has a degree in psychology to properly deal with Ayame and Kizuna (she may feel as if she's not doing enough for them seing as her kindness can only bring her so far when dealing with their turmoil)

#i really like thinking about the voids + hibiki in this au too #i never explained this before because i wanted to draw something for it but oh well #basically at one point the voids (as in Nikei Hajime and Emma since Iroha has been zombified and ran away by now) steal some suplies from #Syobai's apocalypse mob. so he sends Kanade and Hibiki to “take care of them” for him #because Kanade has deal with Syobai where she's essentially works as his executor whenever he needs it #and in exchange he lets her take things rom his stocks when she pleases (she mainly takes weapons. the crazier the better)#and you know. Hibiki i in her puppet stage so she goes along #so the twins go after the voids in their mad max-esc apocalypse car and after a while Kanade manages to corner them #and Hibiki takes this opportunity to stab her in the back :) literally #because turns out Hibiki snapped out of her puppet stage at some point a while back. and seeing Kanades terrifying true nature #she wanted to put an end to her madness but for the time being she kept pretending to be under her control. because she wa looking for the #right opportunity to deal a killing blow without because Kanade is a better fighter than her #this opportunity turned out to be the voids! she explains the whole story to them and offers to do something for them to make up #for the hell Kanade and her put them through (chasing them around for several days and getting into fights)#so Hajime asks for her to hand over all of her supplies. Emma asks for the car. and Nikei asks her if she has any information about #a possible cure for the virus (because he feels somewhat guilty for what happened to Iroha) and Hibiki tells her she knows of a scientist #that's working on one and recives chemicals suplies from Syobai (because he wants this capitalize on this cure whenever it gets done)#So by Nikei's orders Hibiki tricks Mikado into giving her a stash of Kokoro's solution and goes with the voids in a search for Iroha #so that they can give her the prototype cure (which works just as a virus suppressant so far) before she reaches a stage where her mind is #too far gone. so overtime Hibiki essentially becomes a void member and she has friends again for the first time since forever #i like infection au Hibiki a lot. i had a sketch of her and Kanade somewhere i think #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa another #dra #sdra2 #zombie au #infection au #hyena ramblings

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words-with-wren · 6 years

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Panic Room - Part Four

Warnings: Sumo gets hurt. Nothing serious though.

Words: 2,203

A/N: WOOO Two stories not that far apart! I’m getting back into writing :)

Connor had to admit it was easier to deal with this time. It seemed the cure had helped somewhat, making what hallucinations he saw easier to distinguish from reality, or at least less intense. The lies his mind told him still scared him though, figures flickering in the corners of his eye, monsters glaring at him with red eyes. Reality wasn’t being manipulated so much as things being projected into the world. He stayed at home again and for the first few days, Hank stayed with him. But, like last time, that could only last for a short amount of time.

Hank muttered a curse as his phone went off for the fourth time during the movie they were watching. He retrieved the phone from the arm of the sofa and checked it. Another muttered curse. Connor paused the movie from where he sat, freezing Will Smith on the screen as he spoke to Sunny the robot.

“Sorry Connor,” Hank said, hauling himself out of the sofa. “I gotta go in, Jeffery’s on my ass about a case and I need to deal with it.”

“That’s okay,” Connor said.

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Hank asked. Connor nodded.

“I can finish the movie and Sumo and I can hang out here,” he said. He didn’t want a repeat of last time he had left the house with Hank on a case. “Besides, if anything does happen I can call you easily enough.”

Hank nodded, muttering something under his breath.

“We need to get the real cure soon,” he said, a little louder. Connor couldn’t agree more.

He couldn’t focus on the movie after Hank had left, feeling on edge. He had discovered over the past few days that the hallucinations got worse the higher his stress level, so he tried to calm himself, breathing regularly, even though he didn’t need breath. But he hadn’t been alone since the last time something big had happened, and he was worried that something else would happen now that Hank wasn’t here.

Sumo, seeming to sense his worry, leapt onto the sofa beside him, dropping his head onto Connor’s lap and looking up at the android with big eyes. Connor smiled, his stress lowering a little as he ran his hand through the dog’s fur.

“Hey boy,” he said. “Just me and you for a bit, huh?” The dog let out a low bark, thumping his tail on the cushions.

With Sumo’s comforting weight on Connor’s lap, the android was able to relax and focus on the movie. It was an engaging movie, and he found himself somewhat disappointed when it came to an end. He turned off the tv and scratched Sumo, who had fallen asleep, behind the ears. The dog yawned but seemed to have no intentions of moving.

Connor glanced towards the window in the kitchen – the sun was beginning to set, casting a straight light into the house. It made Connor nervous, and he suddenly didn’t want to be pinned under the bulk of a large Saint Bernard.

“Sorry boy, time to get off,” he said, gently shoving the complaining dog onto the floor. Sumo let out a huff and padded to his bed, dropping to the ground and resting his head on his paws. He seemed to be glaring at Connor, and the android tried not to feel guilty.

“Sorry Sumo,” he said, crouching to pet the dog. “I have to be able to move.”

Sumo didn’t answer him, just giving another huff and closing his eyes. Connor smiled slightly, scratching his ear before he stood.

He was restless and, catching sight of the pile of unwashed dishes beside the sink, decided he wanted to do something. So, he made his way into the kitchen and began cleaning up. He had decided a while ago that he quite liked cleaning, but today he couldn’t quite settle. Something was putting him on edge and he didn’t know what.

He focused on the dishes, on the water on his skin and the satisfaction of removing the grime from a plate. But something shifted in the corner of his vision. He glanced up, looking out the window.

A figure stood directly outside the window, silhouetted by the sun, eyes glowing red. Connor stumbled back from the sink, heart pounding quickly. The cup he was holding slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor, shards of glass spreading across the kitchen.

Connor closed his eyes, trying to slow his heartbeat, to lower his stress. It worked to an extent, and when he opened them again the figure was gone. But somehow that made it worse – what if it was still out there?

“It’s not real,” he muttered to himself as he shakily began sweeping the glass shards together. “It’s not real.”

He couldn’t calm himself fully, still tense and alert for any sign of the strange figure, though he knew it couldn’t possibly be real. Who would want to break into a police officer’s house? Besides that, how could anyone’s eyes glow like that?

He told himself to calm down – even if there was someone outside the house Connor was confident that he would be able to take him. He was a prototype android, designed specifically for combat and investigation after all. A simple break in would be an easy thing to deal with.

But something was off, something was wrong. He couldn’t settle, kept waiting for something to happen. Maybe it was because he hadn’t been alone for a long time, maybe it was because something was wrong. Or maybe it was his mind, lying to him again.

Forcing himself to ignore the sense of unease, he turned back to the dishes, sinking his hands into the warm water. But it felt strange – thick, sticky. Frowning, his LED spinning yellow, Connor glanced down at the sink.

He stumbled back again, letting out a gasp. The water was water no longer - instead, the dirty plates and cups sat in a sink full of blood. Raising a shaking hand, Connor saw that it was also stained red from the blood.

“Not real,” he told himself, but his stress levels were rising, creeping up higher and higher, making it hard to focus on anything but his fear.

He didn’t want to do this – he didn’t want to have to be babysat. If he couldn’t stay at home alone, Hank would stay with him, and if that happened Hank couldn’t work. That couldn’t happen. Connor had to get control of himself, had to calm himself.

He braced himself against the sink, closing his eyes and focusing on what he knew what real. The fabric of his shirt on his back. The floor beneath his feet. The edge of the bench under his hands. His stress levels lowered a little, but they were still dangerously high. He was unable to get below 60%.

A bark pulled him out of his thoughts and he jerked upright, turning to see what Sumo was calling for. But instead of seeing Sumo, a horrifying monster stood across the room. It was shaped like a dog, its fur pitch black and smoky, eyes glowing red.

Connor stumbled back, stress levels rising again and LED burning red. He found himself wedged in the corner of the kitchen, unable to look away from the beats as it stalked towards him. His fear was too much – he couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t calm himself, could only think of the monster hunting him.

He reached desperately for a weapon on the bench, anything to protect him from this creature. It came closer, teeth sharp, eyes glowing evilly. Finally, Connor’s hand closed over a knife handle and he whipped it in front of him, clutching it tightly.

“S-stay back,” he said. He knew this couldn’t be real, but his fear was too much, he couldn’t think straight. The creature paused, as though surveying if he was worth it. Then it growled and lunged forward.

Connor couldn’t think. He acted on instinct, throwing his arm out wildly and shutting his eyes. The knife met its mark and he felt the resistance, heard the loud yelp of pain from the animal. Slowly, shaking slightly, he opened his eyes, sliding down the bench to the floor.

The monster was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a few drops of blood were splattered on the floor and Sumo was nowhere to be seen. The knife clattered from Connor’s hand, landing on the floor with a deafening sound.

“Sumo?” he called, slowly pushing himself up. “Where are you boy?”

A low whimper from the other room answered him and Connor hurried to find the dog. Sumo was curled in his bed, droplets of blood surrounding him. Connor dropped to his knees beside him, but the dog whimpered and shifted away from him, fear in his eyes. A large, fresh cut was visible on his snout.

The world seemed to spin as Connor stared at Sumo. What had he done? He had hurt Sumo – he could have killed Sumo.

“I – I’m sorry, boy,” he said softly. Sumo whimpered again.

He could have killed Sumo.

How could he keep doing this? He wasn’t safe to be around. He couldn’t go with Hank to work in his state, and he couldn’t stay at home with Sumo. Hank couldn’t stay at home with him all the time, and he couldn’t find help anywhere else. Where else could he go? Certainly not Jericho – he didn’t want to expose the androids there to the virus.

He stood, stepping back from the dog. The wound wouldn’t kill him – it didn’t even appear to need stitches. Sumo would recover just fine. But if something like that happened again… If Connor wasn’t able to tell what was happening, if he had really tried to kill what he had thought was a monster...

Well, that could have been another story entirely.

“I have to leave,” he said softly, not sure who he was talking to. It was the only thing he could do. He couldn’t stay, not like this. He had to leave, had to let Hank and Sumo continue without him. It was better than hurting them.

He moved to the door, not needing to pack any belongings – he didn’t need anything. He had to leave. But as he laid a hand on the doorknob fear filled him. Being alone and unable to tell what was real or not terrified him.

But no. A look back into the house, the hurt dog and blood specks on the floor reminded him of what he had done – of what he might do. Last time he had been too much of a coward to leave and Sumo had been hurt as a result. He couldn’t make that same mistake again.

So, he turned the knob and opened the door, stepping out into the cool evening and began walking. Away from home. Away from comfort. Away from family.

A whimper came from behind him and he turned to see Sumo, standing in the door.

“Sumo, no,” he said. “Go inside.”

The dog whined, stepping towards him.

“No, you can’t come with me,” Connor said. He blinked, his vision suddenly blurry. Sumo didn’t turn back. “Sumo. Go. Home!” Connor snapped, stepping towards the dog. Sumo couldn’t come with him.

The dog let out a yelp of fear and scrambled back inside. Connor stepped after him to pull the door shut so he couldn’t follow. Then he turned and continued his exile.

Who had thought it was a good idea to give android the ability to cry?

*~*

It was late when Hank returned home. The case had proved harder than expected and he had needed to work overtime, much to his annoyance. It was clear Fowler had wanted to make more progress before turning in for the night, but Hank had annoyed everyone so much he had been sent home.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the dark house. Frowning, he flicked the light on as he shrugged off his coat and hung it up.

“Connor?” he called. The kid didn’t sleep much, so why would he have turned the lights off? Hank had been expecting to see him waiting up, maybe watching another movie. Instead, silence greeted him. Silence and – was that blood?

A trail of blood led from the kitchen into the living room, to Sumo’s bed.

“Sumo?” Hank called, his worry and concern growing. He slowly drew his gun, unsure if someone had broken in or another story was behind the silence.

But a bark answered him, and Sumo padded out of the bathroom. Hank relaxed a little, lowering the gun and greeting the dog. But where was Connor?

Then he noticed – noticed the fresh wound on Sumo’s snout. And things started making sense. The blood. The half-finished dishes. The knife on the ground. Connor’s absence.

He cursed, loudly, and leapt to his feet, startling Sumo. Grabbing his coat, the lieutenant hurried outside in the vain hope that Connor hadn’t gone far. There was no sign of the android in the dim street and he cursed again.

“Connor!” he shouted, hoping to see the android appear. Silence answered his shout. Connor was gone.

#detroit become human #Connor dbh #detroit become human fanfiction #dbh fanfic #sumo (dbh)#hank anderson #don't tag as ship #my fanfics

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