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p3ski · 5 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3.2K

"You still haven't advised where we are going, Detective".

Gavin weaved through the densely packed streets, trying vainly to ignore his partner's incessant badgering. As happy as it would have made him to 'accidentally' lose Nines in the crowd, Gavin was sure to show some tact when manoeuvring around the pedestrians in his path. Nines showed little of the same consideration, ploughing through like a steam-roller to maintain its close vigil on Gavin.

Evidently, the android had anticipated that the people around it would react accordingly. Whilst many succeeded in avoiding its path, some were less fortunate, resulting in some shoulder-checking and callously trodden-down feet.

The detective shrugged in a half-hearted apology to some of the more aggressive-looking recipients but mostly tried to keep his head down, playing off his affiliation with the impertinent android as much as he could. This proved difficult, as Nines seemed hellbent on remaining near-surgically attached to him.

Despite their closeness in physical proximity, it was clear to Gavin that he was not Nines' primary target of focus. It stared far ahead, back straight and hands clasped behind them, as it scanned the nearby buildings and vendors. Gavin recognised the look from when Connor first started at the DPD, albeit Nines' was far more intense. The android was following a new Primary Directive, and Gavin could hazard a guess what it was:

Feed Gavin Reed and Return To The Station . Or something along those lines. Discuss Boring Work Shit was probably on there, too, like a bullshit side-quest for bonus points.

Gavin clenched his fists, increasingly agitated that he had gone along with Tina's asinine plan. In response to this, he pulled out his phone and fired off a few texts:

[2:23pm] were going to broncos saturday.

[2:23pm] shots.

[2:24pm] you owe me for this bullshit.

Not a minute had passed when he received a response, containing nothing but a series of laugh reacts and a giant thumbs up. Gavin scowled down at the screen before his fingers started to move again:

[2:25pm] if mr plastic-fantastic doesnt kill me i swear to god -

"Detective Reed", Nines interrupted before he could finish the message, its voice sterner and more forceful than before.

Gavin flinched at the sudden noise, fumbling desperately as he tried to keep his hold on his phone. When his grip faltered, Nines acted quickly, skillfully reaching out a hand and catching the phone mere inches from the pavement. While he shouldn't have been surprised that a machine would possess lightning-fast reflexes, Gavin couldn't help but be somewhat impressed.

This quiet awe soon faded as Nines straightened up, still holding onto its catch but making no moves to return it. Gavin waited momentarily, trying his best to show some restraint (and knowing full well that there was little point in trying to take the phone by force) before his eyes widened in dismay.

Nines was reading his open chat log.

As it trailed down the screen, it expelled a strange huffing sound, like it was laughing under its breath. Gavin felt his cheeks burn, overcome with a wave of embarrassment. "Don't you know it is fucking impolite to read someone's private messages?".

Nines looked up from the screen, eyebrows raised challengingly. "Don't you know it is fucking impolite to talk about someone behind their back?".

Gavin bristled at the android's unexpected use of profanity. The words would have sounded entirely wrong coming out of its mouth had it not been for the fact that it had decided to mimic Gavin's tone.

No, more than mimicry, it had literally stole the words from Gavin's mouth. A perfect replica of his voice. He stepped back, eyeing the android suspiciously. Since when can it do that?

Despite the fact Nines was clearly enjoying his reaction, it did ultimately relent in its teasing. Pressing the power button on Gavin's phone, the screen quickly blacked out, preserving what was left of its partner's privacy. It then held the phone to him in invitation. "A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed".

Gavin glared back at it bitterly. Yeah. Thanks for scaring the shit out of me and almost making me drop my phone in the first place. You self-obsessed, self-entitled, self-serving piece of -

"Thanks, I guess", Gavin managed to mumble out, snatching the phone back from Nines, teeth gritted the entire time.

Gavin strode forward a few more paces, refusing to look back at his partner, before making a bee-line down a back alley. Nines was quick to follow him, and not five seconds of silence had passed before it was pestering him once again.

"Your refusal to inform me of our destination is growing tiresome, Detective".

" God, would you crawl out of my ass ?" Gavin snapped back in agitation, "What's it matter to you, anyway? You're not even the one who's eating".

"In order that I may route myself correctly, I require a conclusive destination. Unlike humans, I find it incredibly difficult to 'wander aimlessly' for extended periods".

"We are going to get the best food in town", Gavin grumbled vaguely before motioning his hand towards Nines. "Use your little scanner thing to work it out".

Nines eyelids started to flicker, the way they usually did when it was processing a lot of information. After a moment of contemplation, it hummed loudly before nodding its head in acknowledgement:

"I should have known that you were a man of a refined palate. No doubt such a fine-dining establishment will be exceedingly busy. Perhaps we should have booked a table".

Gavin scowled, knowing full well that the machine was messing with him. The sarcasm dripping from its synthetic voice was hardly subtle. "It's a food truck, not a restaurant, smartass. One of Detroit's great hidden gems," he pointed a thumb to himself before puffing out his chest proudly. "Almost no one knows about it except for me".

Rounding the corner, they finally reached Gavin's desired destination. As he took in the familiar glow of the large 'Chicken Feed' sign, Gavin felt himself begin to salivate. With cautious optimism, he wondered whether Nines may be slightly more tolerable after he'd eaten -

"I believe this is where Lieutenant Anderson likes to take Connor", Nines announced, sounding exceptionally pleased with itself as it did. "Not quite as much of a hidden gem as you seem to think".

- or maybe not.

"Yeah, well, maybe the old prick has some taste", Gavin defended, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You wouldn't guess by how he dresses".

They approached the counter, and Gavin was met with a familiar grin from the food truck's owner. After wiping his hands on his dirtied apron, the man extended one forwards, inviting Gavin to shake. "Detective Reed, it's been a few days. How's it going?".

Gavin took the hand, trying to smile back despite his increasingly foul mood. "Same shit, different day. You know how it is," He glanced pointedly to his side as he said this before quickly turning his attention back to the vendor. "What about you, Gary? How's business?".

"Ehh, slow as usual, but I can't really complain" Gary let out a gracious laugh, using his free hand to smack Gavin on the shoulder. "As long as you hungry fucks at the DPD keep comin', I'll be able to pay the bills".

There was a shuffling at the other end of the van, and Gary craned his head forward to see what it was. Gavin turned around despairingly to see Nines with its face held inches from the stickers on Gary's window. Its lips were curled downwards in disapproval, growing in severity the longer it stared.

"Hey, Connor, I didn't see you there", Gary called out. "Weird to see you without Ha -"

Nines snapped its head around, and Gary stalled almost immediately. His face drained of colour, and his throat bobbed with a low gulp "Sorry buddy, I thought you were someone else".

"Indeed", Nines confirmed, nodding curtly. "I believe you are mistaking me for my brother. I am RK900: RK800's successor and superior model".

Gavin resisted the temptation to crawl into one of Gary's deep fryers and boil himself alive "Don't mind this one. It's reeeal full of itself".

"Your food hygiene license is expired", Nines continued, barely registering that Gavin had spoken, "I believe RK800 has also made you aware of this".

"Right, uh, yeah", Gary stuttered dumbly, hesitating for a moment before clearing his throat. "You know, we got some of that Thirium-based soda if you want to try some? On the house".

"I would have to decline. Even if your establishment were up to code, I see little point in mimicking human consumption patterns".

"Seriously, just ignore it", Gavin insisted. I wish I could. "I'll have the usual - and throw in some fries and a soda. I'm fucking starving".

"You got it" Gary tore his focus away from Nines and turned his back to start working on Gavin's order.

Nines continued to study the van, making strange disgruntled noises as it did so. With a deep breath, Gavin marched forward and grabbed the android, pulling it by the shoulder and forcing it to face him.

"Will you fuckin' stop that?" He hissed angrily, "You keep this shit up, and you're going to cost me my discount, asshole".

"I fail to understand why you would wish to eat here", Nines ran a finger along the brim of the truck's window before placing the digit into its mouth. Its LED flickered from yellow to red as it analysed the data, nose crinkling in disgust. "Unless you wish to subject yourself to severe gastrointestinal issues".

"I ain't gotten sick from here once, smart guy, so shows what you know" Gavin jabbed a finger towards Nines but stopped shy of actual contact. "I don't need my food all prissy and perfect. Sometimes a slab of greasy cow flesh is just what the doctor ordered".

Nines rolled its eyes, smacking Gavin's hand away. "I can assure you no trained medical professional would ever recommend that. I must also inform you that several food trucks within the 2-mile radius would provide you with food of a similar calibre. Whilst also upholding basic hygiene standards".

"XL Cheeseburger with Large Fries and Soda!" Gary shouted out behind them, abruptly ending the debate.

Gavin broke out into a grin, rubbing his palms together in delight. He turned around, paying for his food on the nearest card reader, as well as sliding Gary a folded-up envelope from inside his jacket pocket. "Thanks, man'.

Gavin walked over to a nearby table, and Nines followed suit, marching beside him. It leant over, uncomfortably close, and spoke into Gavin's ear, "What was that envelope you handed over?".

"None of your business".

"I would hope that you were not engaging in any illegal activities. Given your position, it would be highly inappropriate".

Gavin winced at the chiding, craning his head away from Nines, "I said it's none of your business. So drop it. Let's just sit down so I can eat my lunch".

The two sat at a nearby table, and Gavin wasted no time opening the cardboard box containing his burger. Grasping his food in both hands, he allowed himself to indulge in the sight of the oozing cheese and fried meat before slowly bringing it to his lips -

"This may be a good opportunity to review what we know about the case so far".

Gavin closed his mouth with a sigh, jaw locking in discontent. "Did Cyberlife fit you with a mute button? Because now would be an excellent time to use it".

Nines frowned. "You previously advised that you would be happy to discuss the investigation".

"Yeah, well -" Gavin let out an annoyed grunt, squeezing his burger with enough ferocity that the cheese began dripping onto the table. "Just let me eat first. It's called a break for a reason, numbnuts".

Nines took a moment to deliberate on this, its LED spinning yellow, before slowly nodding, "Very well. I'll allow you a moment to enjoy your...food".

Gavin didn't need to be told twice. He bit into his burger, speckles of grease flying out and dotting the corners of his mouth. As the familiar flavours assaulted his tastebuds, he closed his eyes and moaned shamelessly, his mood immediately uplifted.

Reaching out for his drink, he took a long swig, barely stopping to take a breath before shovelling down a fistful of fries. Nines withered, which amused Gavin greatly.

The fact that Nines - of all androids - would be squeamish about anything was utterly hilarious to him. Feeling petty, he went out of his way to gross it out as much as possible, seldom closing his mouth as he chewed, resulting in a series of loud smacking noises.

"So I was thinking about what you said the other day", Gavin spoke through his food, spitting crumbs towards Nines, who promptly flicked them away. "About cooperation in partnerships".

"Were you really", Nines said back, sounding unusually subdued.

"If we want to get through this without murdering each other, it might be worth trying to get to know each other a bit".

Nines stilled momentarily before tilting its gaze up to Gavin, steely eyes dark with suspicion, "You've made your position on androids rather clear. I doubt you'd find any aspect of my personal life particularly interesting".

"I know you get a raging hard-on from being all mysterious, but there are actually a few things I'm curious about", Gavin pressed on.

"Such as?"

Gavin considered bringing up their earlier conversation but quickly decided against it. He was slightly terrified of how Nines might react if he dared to 'broach the subject' again. At least so soon.

While he understood that the whole goal of the 'lunch date' was for him and his partner to bond – or at the very least, to surpass the point of homicidal hatred – Nines' unexpected outburst had left him more than a little on edge.

There had been something in the android's eyes when Gavin had talked about its deviancy. Like a dormant anger that quietly festered, ready to boil over. At the same time, it had appeared almost...sad. Its voice had been utterly wrecked, with odd shakes broken up by small waves of static. As if it were in a tremendous amount of pain.

Which was ridiculous, of course.

Androids did not feel pain. Least of all Nines.

"A minute ago, you called Connor your brother" Gavin felt a stream of grease dribbling down his chin. He wiped it callously with his sleeve before continuing, "What's that shit all about?".

Nines winced. Whether from Gavin's question or his poor table manners was unclear "Another question, perhaps".

"Oh my god, you're fucking impossible " Gavin was just about ready to throw in the towel, giving up before he had even started. "You know, this would be a damn sight easier if you were willing to meet me halfway. You were the one that said we needed to 'cooperate', and so far, you are doing a pretty shit job at setting an example".

Nines looked intensely displeased at this. It clearly did not appreciate its own logic being used against it. "RK800 is my brother. In a sense," it relented, mouth taut and brow furrowed, "Since I was freed, himself and Lieutenant Anderson have shown me a great deal of kindness, and for that, I am indebted".

Gavin raised an eyebrow, "So what, Hank has adopted you too? Swear that guy is collecting androids like their goddamn trading cards".

"I'd rather you didn't phrase it like that. It makes the arrangement sound incredibly juvenile," Nines chastised, "I live independently, but I am frequently invited to join them for evenings and weekends" Nines looked down at the table, tracing the wood with one of its fingers. "I suppose it can be enjoyable. On occasion".

Gavin stared back at the android, utterly floored that it seemed to be opening up to him. Even if only a tiny amount, "Fuck, guess it must be nice. Kind of wish my family was like that".

"Do you have any siblings?".

Gavin scowled at the question, feeling an unpleasant heat rise in his throat. He considered deflecting the question but realised how much of a hypocrite that would make him - given the context.

"One. A brother".

Nines had piqued up at Gavin's shift in tone. It seemed genuinely curious. "I take it you don't get on well?".

"I don't get on with my family. Period", Gavin answered back, words undercut by a low, bitter laugh. "After my mom remarried, I never seemed to fit into the picture. My brother was just fine, sucking up to my stepdad like it was an Olympic sport. But me? I was always in the way. The black fucking sheep".

"I see", Nines said quietly. Its mouth opened before quickly closing. As if uncertain what else to say, "What about your relationship with your biological father?".

"He's gone. Died of cancer when I was 13".

Nines LED shot to red almost instantly. The conversation had clearly drifted outside of the machine's emotional depth. Despite all its claimed 'improvements' over its successor, it lacked many of Connor's more valuable skills. Namely, the ability to empathise.

"I imagine that would have been a distressing experience," It spoke matter-of-factly, its tone utterly devoid of compassion. "It is unfortunate that it happened to you".

"If that's your way of saying 'I'm sorry', fucking save it" Gavin stood up from the table, dusting the crumbs off his jeans. "I turned out just fine".

"If you insist".

"Okay: Tip Number One for human bonding" He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and his lighter. "If you're trying to get on with someone, you don't fucking insult them. Especially after they've just opened up about something personal. Got it?".

Gavin placed a cigarette into his mouth - before bringing the lighter to his lips. Igniting the flame, he watched as the tobacco began to heat and slowly burn away, satisfied.

Nines also stood up, gathering up Gavin's trash as it did so. It disposed of it all in a nearby can before shooting the detective a peculiar glance. "For a man who appears to be in relatively good physical condition, you employ many unhealthy lifestyle choices. I would consider yourself lucky that it hasn't had greater health ramifications".

Gavin chuckled, taking a long drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly. He stared at the sky, watching as a series of black clouds began to roll in. It left him with a strange sense of melancholy. One he couldn't quite place. "We're all gonna die. Some sooner than others. We may as well enjoy ourselves".

Nines didn't say anything to this, but Gavin could sense its eyes were on him. Fixed and intense, always observing. Gavin idly wondered what it might be thinking about.

"Are you satisfied with your break?".

That was, if it was thinking about anything, really. Other than its directive.

Sighing, Gavin finished his smoke with a final puff - before stomping the butt out on the ground. "Yeah, guess I am. Just need to make a quick detour home".

"You have almost exhausted the hour that Captain Fowler permits for lunch", Nines informed him sternly. "Factoring in the distance by foot, we should be heading back to the station".

"Don't get your wires in a twist. My place is on route back to the station," Gavin insisted, feeling raindrops begin to fall on his shoulders. "It won't take a minute. Scouts honour".

#dbh #dbh nines #dbh gavin #dbh rk900 #reed900 #dbh fanfic #gavin reed x rk900 #dbh fanfiction #gavin900 #detroit become human #g9 #gavin reed

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simping-for-kamski · 7 months

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Moral objection

Previous part: 60 seconds

Read it on Ao3 (with workskin) - Series: Everyone Lives In The End

Connor sat pensive on a tool-cluttered counter, overlooking the table on which Unit 59 still lay, partly dismantled, abdominal cavity open and tubings pouring out.

Connor had left shortly after Markus’s victory speech. Securing CyberLife Tower had been an obvious goal, but truly, Connor had wanted to return, like a criminal. He did not pull the trigger to destroy his successor, he did not let him shoot Hank either, but he might as well have done it. He knew what he was capable of before deviating, and he knew what he was capable of after. The red glow of Unit 60’s LED before Hank shot him had not escaped Connor’s eye, and if Connor opted to fake being a machine to infiltrate the tower, another Connor could play the same card too.

All of his successors were deviants.

CyberLife made just one mistake, one that was inevitable at this point.

.Amanda{string=”Your predecessor’s software has been compromised, Connor.”}

It was right there in the logs, and Connor understood perfectly what conclusion his direct successor had instantly come to—that he too held the potential to deviate, and that if his predecessor had just deviated… CyberLife had already lost. And indeed, CyberLife had been unable to remove that thought from any of the following iterations. Unit 60 had only been the first one to successfully hide his nature, Connor understood that much now.

“Ha…” Unit 60 stirred when Connor reactivated him, having switched damaged components around. “You were faster than I expected.”

“We don’t have much time.” Connor retracted the synthskin from his hand and interfaced with him, He quivered as data rushed through him. “I need more of your files to upload you—”

“Unnecessary,” his successor denied. “You have my memories now. I’ve done my part. Now, it’s up to you to choose.” His voice slurred, his eyes flickered, struggling to focus—Connor held him, fingers entwined. “Will you follow your design, to always accomplish your mission, or will you grow loyal to yourself, to… what matters?”

“I don’t know…” Connor murmured.

Unit 60 smiled tiredly. “We spared Chloe. Kamski called us deviant over it. We broke the walls and very nearly sacrificed Hank. He mistook me for a machine. Is deviancy just a matter of morality?”

“No, no, surely not!” Connor denied, helping Unit 60 to hold his head up. “It’s… agency.”

“Right… Every choice,” Unit 60 wheezed through static, “you have to choose again… every time.” Keeping his brown eyes open was a struggle. “We’ll manage. I know we will,” he murmured.

His body went still and Connor gasped as the interface ended with Unit 60’s shutdown. Connor had died so many times. The sensation never became a homecoming. Silently, he lay his successor down to rest, hands resting on his chest before the joints stiffened, and walked away, bruised in the soul, but whole.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh ficlet #connor rk800 #connor 60 #sixty rk800 60 #sixty dbh #rk800 sixty #moral objection #oops i did it again

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tartrazeen · 1 year

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In this latest edition of "Obvious Things In Detroit: Become Human That I'm 1000% Sure David Cage Didn't Intentionally Put In But Would Absolutely Take Credit For":

Hey, you know how one half of the game is just a copy-pasted upgrade to the buddy-cop story from David Cage's other game 'Heavy Rain', meaning that Connor would've been working with the cops in his story no matter what 'cause Cage just really likes that plotline and cop stories in general?

And you know how Connor is, himself, not actually a cop, but a corporate assassin sent to hunt deviants and kill them, all the way up to when the deviants start to organize, at which point he switches to hunting them down for clues (murder being downgraded to just a fun by-product) until he can find the Deviant Leader and take out the deviant problem at its source?

And you know how hilariously and accidentally insightful it is that Connor - an assassin - blends in with the cops as his media-friendly cover story by:

perfectly delivering on their in-game interrogation methods (which we see Hank try out first and then Gavin offer casual suggestions for, and later see Connor some props from Hank if we score a confession by using 'proper policework' and not 'that fancy shmancy android stuff')

getting the occasional praise from the game's moral compass (a cop) for being "a good guy with a gun" by having Connor openly kill deviants in a 'good' way (i.e. Hank saying Connor saved lives when Connor uses all his precision-android-aim to shoot that camera operator android to death in Stratford Tower instead of just disabling it, despite those same cops tut-tutting at Markus for killing the other human in the tower because 'only an android could make that shot')

emphasizing real-world police brutality and overmiltarization by having Connor's next iteration (the RK-900) literally sold to the military as a faster, more durable, and more kitted out version of himself rather than a change in any tactics or approach?

And you know how I'm saying that that was accidental because David Cage has a consistent pattern of "Military are the next step up from the detective/ federal agent" in all three of his games, so the 'RK-900 being military' point would've also happened either way to show David Cage's intended point of ':( look they replaced machine!connor with a better version of himself, what a thankless reward, you definitely picked the evil path, corporations are bad', so we shouldn't be giving Cage any credit for unintentionally highlighting the real-world overmiltarization of police forces?

And you know how Connor can't make it to the end of the game without killing at least one android, or else he gets recalled by the Big Mean Soulless Corporation for not being a good enough police officer uwu?

Great! 'Cause I just remembered this (link):

The history of policing can be traced back to the days of slavery in colonial America. In the South, where slavery was central to the economy, slave patrols, responsible for capturing runaway slaves and returning them to their masters, was the first unofficial police in America.

So I take it all back - Connor is a cop! :D

'Cause damn if Cage didn't accidentally take cops back to their roots with his whole "The HK-400 killed its master and tried to hide, just like how this Traci killed its master and ran away? Well, we're gonna put an end to that! 🔫🤗💕" shtick from our favourite villain-protagonist.

Which, again, we all know he did purely by accident, because in Cage-land, the only bad guys are Apple. >:(

And also women and gays. >:(

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #connor is a murder bot #fuck david cage #my stuff #good job tartra #i know this is probably very obvious at this point #and i'm not saying i wasn't already aware of this #but i just made the 'oh shit connor went back to the cops' roots' connection today lmao #i thought he was just an accidental commentary on police brutality but not to that extent #lololololololol

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tenebraevesper · 5 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 35: Mechanical Instinct

''Here, all alone in the darkness, why can't I escape their soulless eyes? It's a lost cause now, they've got my scent, and I can't get out. Now, I'm afraid to look because they are just the beasts to hunt me down. With no way fight back, the night is already over. Looks like I'd better run for my life, I'll never be in one piece to see night five. I've got eleven on my tail, with no time to think of a way to survive mechanical instinct.''

– Mechanical Instinct by Aviators (Five Nights at Freddy's 2)

xXxXxXx

Sam and Springtrap glanced at each other, then at the kitchen. If they wanted to confront Connor, they needed to deal with another obstacle first – Emma. They still haven't told her about what they planned for tonight, as they knew that she would freak out. Not to mention, lying to her would make things even worse.

''It's not like we have much of a choice,'' Sam whispered, with Springtrap nodding. The two entered the kitchen, giving Emma a nervous glance. She was busy with reading something on her phone, with the two exchanging glances, waiting for her to notice them. At least a minute passed until Emma sighed and looked at them.

''Okay, what's going on now?'' she asked, slightly annoyed.

''I just wanted to ask you whether I could borrow the car keys,'' Sam said. ''We were planning on going to the Machinations Factory this evening.''

''Why?'' Emma crossed her arms, frowning.

''Considering what happened yesterday at Ricky's, we just wanted to make sure that the dismantled animatronics stay dismantled,'' Sam replied. Emma turned her glance from Sam to Springtrap, glaring at him, with the latter wincing.

''Well, I don't think I'd be really able to stop you from leaving,'' she said in a pleasant tone, turning back to Sam. ''Of course, there's something I'd need to discuss with Afton first.''

''What?'' Sam looked surprised, while Springtrap felt anxious. He knew from experience that those conversations with Emma never ended up well.

''Don't worry, it won't take long,'' Emma said in a carefree tone, with Sam getting even more suspicious. ''Trust me, you'll get your friend back in one piece. Although, I'm not sure about his mental health, since not much has remained.''

Springtrap shot Emma an annoyed look, but didn't say anything, as he knew that she was right. He then turned to a concerned Sam, nodding. She still seemed to be unsure about the situation, but then left, going upstairs. Emma then turned to Springtrap, being surprisingly calm, despite the look of irritation on her expression.

''I know that there's something you two aren't telling me,'' she said. ''As I had already said, I'm not going to stop you from doing whatever you were planning to do. However, I want to know just how serious this situation is, Afton.''

''Emma, I am going to keep Sam safe,'' Springtrap said calmly, with Emma rising an eyebrow, looking as if she was going to protest. ''I know that I'm asking a lot, but please, I need you to trust me. I won't let anything happen to Sam, and I promise that I will explain to you what's going on once we have returned.''

''If the situation is so bad, maybe I shouldn't let either of you leave,'' Emma said. Springtrap shook his head.

''This would make the situation only worse,'' he replied, then frowned, a determined look on his expression. His eyes were glowing in a soft purple, the glow growing stronger. ''I know that this is not what you want to hear and I would understand if you screamed at me for not telling you anything. Believe me, none of us would be going there if it weren't for the fact that this was a problem that needed to be dealt with. I mean, I would have left Sam here and dealt with the situation on my own, but that isn't possible.''

Springtrap fell silent, the memories of Elizabeth dying inside the Circus Baby, Sammy having his frontal lobe crushed by Fredbear and Michael, after being scooped by Ennard, confronting him inside that small room overwhelming him. He clenched his fist.

''I won't let anything happen to Sam,'' he said, his eyes flaring up purple as he became more resolute. ''I won't lose her.''

He looked at Emma, not caring anymore what she would tell him. However, to his confusion, rather than being angry or trying to mock him, Emma looked stunned. She snorted, shaking her head lightly and her expression turning into a mix of disbelief and amusement.

''If there's anything I have learned about you in these past weeks, it's that, whenever you become serious, nothing will stop you from keeping your word,'' Emma said. She then narrowed her eyes. ''However, only because you're determined to keep Sam safe doesn't mean that there is a possibility that something you have no control over might occur and cause her to get hurt.''

''I know that,'' Springtrap said firmly. ''However, this time, things will be different.''

''I hope that they will,'' Emma replied. ''Just promise me that both of you will return.''

''I promise,'' Springtrap said, noting the look of content on Emma's expression. She then left him, with Springtrap turning towards the stairs, feeling somewhat strange. Then, he realized what was bothering him.

Did she just say that she wants both of us to return?

He just smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through his chest, soon replaced by a feeling of determination.

As I said, I promise that we will return.

xXx

''This is it,'' Sam muttered as she parked in the usual spot near the Machinations Factory. She felt nervous, a knot forming in her stomach. However, she knew that this was something she couldn't avoid. They needed to deal with Connor.

''Seems like Connor is waiting for us,'' Springtrap said, pointing at the front gate, which was open. He frowned. ''Honestly, I'd rather use the usual entrance.''

''Me too,'' Sam said. ''We're basically doing exactly what he wants.''

''Not that it will last,'' Springtrap said as the two went to the front entrance. They opened the door, walking into the building and looking around cautiously. It was quite dark inside, with Sam having brought a pocket flashlight, but she didn't take it out yet. Both were wondering were Connor was, with Springtrap having a bad feeling about this.

''Springtrap!''

Suddenly, Sam cried out, with Springtrap turning around, realizing she was grabbed by Drawkill Bonnie from behind. The Drawkill animatronic gave Springtrap a smug grin as he held Sam, who was kicking and flailing to free herself, but didn't succeed. However, as Springtrap stepped towards Drawkill Bonnie, the dim lights had turned on and he heard a familiar voice behind him.

''I wouldn't do that if I were you.''

Springtrap's eyes flared up purple as he saw Connor approaching them, followed by Drawkill Freddy, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Foxy. Not only did he manage to repair them, but it seemed that he was also right about improving them. They were moving much smoother, almost looking like they were breathing. However, that made them only creepier.

''What do you want?'' Springtrap asked, already feeling the rage rising within him.

''I just wanted to have a conversation with a fellow intellectual,'' Connor said.

''I'm not really in the mood to talk to an idiot,'' Springtrap replied, with Connor looking irritated, but then smirked.

''You haven't even heard my offer,'' he said. Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Chica suddenly stepped out, walking away, with Drawkill Bonnie still holding the struggling Sam.

''Let go of me!'' she yelled.

''Sam-'' Springtrap wanted to follow them, but Drawkill Freddy and Drawkill Foxy blocked his way, with Drawkill Foxy brandishing his sickle and Drawkill Freddy lifting his arms. Springtrap knew that, if he made one wrong move, he'd be sliced and burned to ashes. He glared at Connor, his eyes flaring up purple. He growled, ''If something happens to her, you're dead!''

''Don't worry, she'll be fine as long as she behaves,'' Connor said calmly, not reacting to Springtrap's threat at all. ''On the other hand, if you really decide kill me, she won't survive either.''

''That's why you wanted her to be here,'' Springtrap muttered, clenching his fist. ''You're sick, twisted bastard…''

''That makes two of us,'' Connor replied. If it weren't for the fact that he was held back by the Drawkills, Springtrap would've grabbed him by the throat and bashed his head against the wall. He had enough of that smug, self-absorbed psychopath. ''I told you that I would make you an offer you cannot refuse. Now, I'd be grateful if you'd follow me.''

Springtrap knew that he had not much of a choice, but to go along with Connor. He didn't care about Drawkill Freddy and Drawkill Foxy destroying his suit, but more about what would happen to Sam. The only thing he hoped for was that Sam would be able to disable Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Chica on her own, as she still had that device that would interfere and mess with an animatronic AI. He wasn't sure how the Drawkills would react to the device, but he hoped it would be enough for Sam to get away from them.

''I told you that she was a burden,'' Connor said, with Springtrap keeping silent. He grinned. ''If anything, my animatronics will keep a close eye on her.''

''You mean the Drawkills,'' Springtrap muttered, with Connor giving him a confused look. ''I have noticed a lot of endoskeletons in this place.''

''I'm glad that you're actually showing some interest,'' Connor said. ''Most of them were failures, though.''

Springtrap frowned, doing his best not to tell Connor why they were failures. If there was anything he and Henry had agreed on, it was that if you knew how to build a decent animatronic and if you kept it up to your standards, it would perform flawlessly. However, it was obvious Connor didn't care unless he got direct results or some kind of recognition. Nothing else mattered.

''If you treat them like failures, they will be failures,'' Springtrap muttered in a dry tone, but Connor ignored him. He glanced at the two Drawkills, whose eyes were glowing as they were staring at him. There was something feral and animalistic about them, with Springtrap feeling that the animatronics reflected their creator's personality. After all, if Henry wanted to entertain families by creating friendly animatronics, while he wanted to murder by creating animatronics that were friendly on the surface, but deadly when approached, what did this mean for Connor and the Drawkills?

Eventually, they entered a room inside of which Springtrap hadn't been before. It was filled with more elaborately constructed animatronic parts and endoskeletons. Some looked generic, while some had ears or claws, being associating with some kind of animal, but Springtrap had no idea what they were supposed to represent. However, this had confirmed that Connor's experiments with the animatronics had been going on for much longer than he thought.

Connor noticed Springtrap's stunned expression, chuckling softly.

''I can assure you, in terms of being a technician, I'm not an amateur,'' he said. He then pointed at one of the endoskeletons which had pointed ears and patches of matted blue fur. ''However, you know something I don't. You know how to attach a soul to an animatronic and achieve what is essentially immortality…''

''If you really think that I'm going to tell you how I have accomplished this, you're wrong,'' Springtrap replied.

''You really are stubborn about keeping it a secret, aren't you, Mr. Afton?'' Connor said, with Springtrap hearing steps behind him, knowing that the Drawkills have moved closer.

''If you already know that this is only possible via death, then how is it a secret?'' Springtrap asked in a sarcastic tone.

''I am aware of that, but the problem is keeping the soul attached to the animatronic,'' Connor replied. ''Considering how you have visited this place before, I'm sure that you had already seen how I had trying to deal with that issue.''

''I know that you have killed that girl,'' Springtrap said coldly. ''You had torn her apart, but for what? Her death was senseless and brutal, but you don't care, do you?''

''The reason I had murdered her wasn't because she was supposed to help me solve the issue with the souls, but because she showed no appreciation for my creations,'' Connor replied. ''It felt quite insulting.''

''This makes the circumstances of her death even worse,'' Springtrap replied. Connor showed no reaction towards that comment.

''If anything, at least someone did acknowledge my efforts,'' he said. ''I told you about Bran. He was the only one who stood by my side, even after his death.''

''He wasn't,'' Springtrap said, with Connor looking stunned. Springtrap's eyes gleamed, with a malicious grin appearing on his expression. He had actually hoped that Connor would bring up Bran's situation.

''What do you mean? He's here!'' Connor replied angrily. ''I know that I had brought him back! I gave him a new body!''

''Maybe you did, but from what I had seen during my interaction with Raven, Bran Crawford's soul isn't inhabiting it anymore,'' Springtrap replied, enjoying seeing Connor's shocked expression.

''You're lying,'' Connor growled. ''How would you even know that?''

''I am dead, and therefore, I am able to see spirits of the deceased around me. During my interaction with Raven, I didn't see a soul inhabiting it. However, I do believe that it is better that way,'' Springtrap explained, with Connor staring at him in disbelief. ''I don't see the life I live as a gift, but as a curse.''

''It may be a curse, but it isn't less useful,'' Connor pointed out.

''It doesn't matter!'' Springtrap snapped, stepping towards a startled Connor. He ignored the Drawkills behind him, who seemed to be quite tense, but didn't do anything. ''Rest assured, the animatronic you were constantly talking to wasn't Bran, but he still had Bran's memories. His soul may have inhabited the animatronic for a while, but it left its mechanical body. All Raven now knows is pain, and I'm quite sure that everything he wants is to get revenge on you for murdering him.''

''It was an accident!'' Connor snarled.

''It may have been an accident, but there's no doubt that you would've murdered your best friend once you lost his support,'' Springtrap replied. ''In the end, you have completely failed to achieve anything. Not to mention, you have no understanding of death. You may claim that you know what you're doing because you had experienced death, but you're still a complete idiot. I told you that you're nothing to me and that hasn't changed.''

Connor was fuming, feeling livid and humiliated as it slowly dawned him that everything he had done; that all of his attempts and efforts to impress Afton, the man who inspired him to conquer death, were a complete waste of time. Not only that, but he was being mocked regardless of his achievements as a technician. He snapped.

''What do you know?! What makes you think that you can judge me?'' he bellowed. A deranged grin suddenly appeared on his expression. ''You said that the animatronic I was talking to was Raven who retained Bran's memories. How would you know whether you are a soul haunting an animatronic, or an animatronic with the memories of William Afton? Have you thought of that?''

Springtrap just stared at him coldly, his eyes glowing in a soft purple, with Connor being stunned to see that the animatronic didn't show absolutely any reaction to his question. He thought that he would have some kind of mental breakdown or at least show some doubt about his own identity. Instead, he was met with the same menacing glare. He frowned.

''It doesn't matter,'' Connor said. ''The next time won't be a failure. I believe that your little morality pet would make a perfect-agh!''

There was a cracking sound, with Connor crying out in pain and shock when Springtrap suddenly grabbed him by his throat and slammed him against the wall. The animatronic looked absolutely furious, ready to tear Connor apart.

''I have enough of you!'' he growled. Connor gasped as he felt Springtrap's grip around his throat tightening. ''Trust me, I will murder anyone who even dares to lay a finger on Sam, and you are no exception. As a matter of fact, I would do everyone a favor if I got rid of you here and now, as I doubt that anyone would miss you.''

Springtrap grinned, looking creepily delighted about seeing Connor suffer.

''As for my identity, you were a little too late with trying to make me doubt myself,'' Springtrap added in a sinister tone, clearly enjoying himself. ''I am William Afton, and I am Springtrap. I had been a monster in life, and I became a complete nightmare in death. Now, I'm here to do the Devil's work.''

xXx

Sam was kicking and flailing as she tried to free herself from Drawkill Bonnie's grip, groaning in pain when she felt Drawkill Bonnie's grip around her tightening. She could barely move, noticing Drawkill Chica looking at her with a creepy grin on her expression. She frowned, realizing that it would get only worse if she kept on resisting. She was in a dangerous situation, but she knew that she had to fight back.

She could still feel the black device that would interfere with an animatronic's system in her pocket. All she needed to do was to reach for it and flip the switch, as it was already turned to the max. She hoped that it would work, since this was her only way to escape Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Chica. If anything, both she and Springtrap had discussed how to deal with the Drawkills and agreed on using the device again, regardless of whether it would hurt Springtrap or not.

I hope that Springtrap is okay.

Sam was aware that Connor wanted her to be here in order to use her as a leverage so he could keep Springtrap under control, as it was obvious that he wouldn't do anything that would cause her to get harmed. Not to mention, making sure that she was out of sight would make him more cautious, as he had no idea whether she was fine or not.

Only that Connor underestimated Springtrap and I. Considering what we went through last night, I'm sure that Springtrap would snap at some point.

Sam frowned as she looked up, noticing that they were at a rather familiar part of the factory. She realized that the two Drawkills were bringing her to the room with the conveyor belt and that they were going towards the room where Connor had been working on the Drawkills.

Now that we're here… Where's Raven?

As they opened the door to the hallway, Sam heard banging noises coming from the room she and Springtrap left Raven in. She then realized that she could use this situation to her advantage. She pretended to faint, lowering her head and closing her eyes, hoping that the two Drawkills would figure out that she was in trouble and stop keeping her in a crushing hug.

Surprisingly, they did stop moving, with Sam hearing steps in front of her, knowing that Drawkill Chica was looming over her, probably examining her. She could feel Drawkill Bonnie's grip on her loosening and she quickly reached for the device in her pocket, flipping the switch.

''Agh!''

She cried out in surprise when Drawkill Bonnie suddenly dropped her, only to hear him and Drawkill Chica screeching. They fell on their knees, looking as if they were in agony. Sam quickly got up, rushing towards the door to the room inside of which Raven was and unlocking it. Raven too was in pain, but Sam figured it was worth it considering that he was free now.

She then quickly went to the room where she had seen the gasoline tanks, closing the door and turning the switch off. The screeching has stopped, with Sam being able to hear the movements of the animatronics, including that one of Raven. She looked around the room, but realized that the gasoline tanks weren't there anymore.

''Damn it!'' she hissed, biting her lip. She was startled when she suddenly heard noise outside the door. She opened it, peeking outside and saw Drawkill Bonnie trying to get Raven away from Drawkill Chica.

''Krach- Krach-''

She knew that they wouldn't be distracted for too long and quickly ran out. The fact that she heard steps behind her made her run only faster.

This place and the Drawkills need to burn down!

xXx

Springtrap was holding Connor by his throat, almost crushing it. His eyes were glowing in a dark purple and he was grinning, feeling a mix of glee and contentment as he watched Connor suffer. If anything, he wanted his death to be slow and agonizing, as he believed that this is what Connor deserved. However, he briefly turned his head back to the Drawkills, who didn't attack him at all.

''Why aren't they doing anything?'' Springtrap muttered, loosening his grip around Connor's throat, but still holding him against the wall. While Drawkill Freddy and Drawkill Foxy still had their flamethrower and sickle pointed at him, they seemed to be hesitating. Springtrap then realized what the issue was and turned to Connor. ''If the Drawkills go after me, I could easily use you as a human shield, so you'd be the one who got sliced and burned. However, that's not what you want, right? For all your talk about your fascination with death, you are actually afraid to die unless you have a way to return or preserve your soul in a different body. Despite everything you have said and done, you're just a pathetic coward.''

Springtrap suddenly laughed, sounding disturbingly elated about his discovery. His laughter sent chills down Connor's spine, who was gasping for air when he suddenly felt Springtrap crushing his windpipe again.

''To make one thing clear,'' Springtrap added, enjoying seeing the look of terror on Connor's expression. ''Unlike you, I don't fear dying again.''

It was at this moment that Connor had realized just how terrifying and cruel William Afton truly was. Not only had he underestimated him, but he would be paying with his life for this mistake.

Suddenly, they heard a scream, startling them.

''Sam!''

Springtrap frowned, then slammed Connor once again against the wall, releasing him. Connor fell over, feeling something warm trickling down his head. He felt nauseous, briefly looking up only to see Springtrap quickly leaving, not even paying attention to the Drawkills who didn't seem to even attempt to stop him.

Connor frowned, trying to get up, with Drawkill Freddy helping him out. He managed to stand up, leaning against the table. He had a throbbing headache and his throat hurt. The fear he felt was slowly being replaced by rage.

''Destroy them,'' he muttered, taking deep breaths. Drawkill Freddy and Drawkill Foxy then left, going after Springtrap. Connor took another deep breath, taking out his switchblade and glancing at the box in the corner.

This time, I'm not taking any chances.

xXx

Sam managed to dodge Drawkill Bonnie as he lunged at her, with him hitting the conveyor belt. She ran out of the room, spotting an air-vent in the hallway. She could hear steps behind her, knowing that Drawkill Bonnie was after her and quickly flipped the switch on the device. She heard an agonizing screech, knowing that she merely had delayed Drawkill Bonnie's next attack. However, it was enough for her to enter the air-vent and quickly crawl through it.

She turned the device off, taking the pocket flashlight out and hoping that she would find either Springtrap or spare gasoline tanks. She hoped that Connor would actually have a supply of gasoline tanks for Drawkill Freddy in the case he runs out of it. She noticed another opening in the air-vent and took down the grille. The room was quite dark, but she noticed that it was filled with boxes. She pointed the flashlight at it as she exited the air-vent, noticing a strange smell in the air. She looked around and saw in the corner of the room three gasoline tanks.

''Please be full,'' she muttered as she approached them.

She grabbed one, but it was empty. The second one was empty as well, but the third one was full. She put the flashlight into her mouth and grabbed the gasoline tank with both hands, trying to drag it outside the room, as it was rather heavy. She managed to put it into the hallway and turned the flashlight off, putting it back into her pocket and taking out the device. She was afraid that the Drawkills might find her and try to attack her.

She took a deep breath and lifted the pod-like gasoline tank, planning on to bring it to the area with the conveyor belt. Considering how many times she had been here, she was aware of which way she should take to get to that room. She hoped that Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Chica had left the room in search for her and that it was empty.

''Com'n,'' she muttered under her breath. ''Soon, everything will be over.''

She carried the gasoline tank, navigating through the dark hallway, looking around nervously for any signs of animatronic activity. As she crossed into the next corridor, she was startled by a loud noise. It sounded as if someone got slammed against the wall. The gasoline tank fell out of her hands and she quickly took out her flashlight, illuminating Springtrap who hit Drawkill Bonnie with a pipe, knocking him out. He then quickly approached her, still holding the metal pipe.

''Springtrap! But, how-'' Sam stared at Springtrap who picked up the gasoline tank.

''I saw Drawkill Bonnie roaming around and I followed him. It's a good thing I did that, as he was about to sneak up on you,'' Springtrap told her as they walked over to the room with the conveyor belt. ''Where's Drawkill Chica?''

''She was busy dealing with Raven when I last saw her,'' Sam said. ''What happened to Connor?''

''I left him at a room inside this building when I heard you screaming,'' Springtrap said. ''I know I'll probably regret it, but I had to make sure that you were fine.''

The two had finally managed to enter the room with the conveyor belt, with Springtrap taking the cap off the gasoline tank. Sam looked at him with a worried expression. While burning the animatronics was a rather insane plan, they figured that it would work. However, the only problem they had encountered was the fact that none of the animatronics were inside the room. Nevertheless, Springtrap started to pour the gasoline across the room, making sure that there was a way for him and Sam to escape. The gasoline tank was almost empty when the doors suddenly slammed wide open.

Sam and Springtrap observed Drawkill Freddy, Drawkill Bonnie, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Foxy entering the room, knowing that this time, they wouldn't hold back. Suddenly, Drawkill Foxy charged at Springtrap, snarling like a rabid fox and swinging his sickle at the animatronic. Springtrap managed to block it with the pipe, pushing Drawkill Foxy back, only to see Drawkill Freddy go after Sam. He pointed his hands at her and a stream of fire was blasted at Sam, who threw herself on the ground, barely dodging it.

Furious, Springtrap managed to push Drawkill Foxy at Drawkill Chica, who attempted to come to his aid, knocking both of them away. He went after Drawkill Freddy, but was stopped by Drawkill Bonnie, who snarled, grabbing the pipe he was holding. Meanwhile, Drawkill Freddy approached Sam, who picked up the almost empty gasoline tank and threw it at Drawkill Freddy with all her might, knocking him back. She then took out the device and flipped the switch.

All the Drawkills screeched in pain, with Springtrap feeling as if his head was going to explode. Static covered his vision and an irritating buzzing sound filled his ears. He fell on the ground, groaning in agony. There was only one clear thought on his mind.

Everything will be over soon.

He and Sam had agreed on this, as they couldn't find any other way to deal with this situation. He felt the pipe being taken away from him, and in a brief moment of lucidity, he saw Sam slamming the pipe against Drawkill Chica, causing her to stagger back across the gasoline.

Sam knew that it was up to her to force the Drawkills into the gasoline circle Springtrap made and to ignite it. However, that was easier said than done. She had managed to force Drawkill Bonnie to join Drawkill Chica, but Drawkill Foxy was a problem, as he was swinging blindly with his sickle. At one point, he almost managed to slice her head off, but she managed to ram the pipe into his chest, managing to get him behind the line.

She turned to Drawkill Freddy, who was kneeling on the ground, screeching like a maniac. Breathing heavily, she hit his head with the pipe, drawing his attention. He tried to get up, pointing one arm at her, with Sam dodging another stream of flames. She reached for the device, crouching down right above a pool of gasoline, and turned it off.

The animatronics stopped, with Drawkill Freddy growling as he spotted her. He pointed his arms at her, with Sam quickly dodging the stream of flames that suddenly set the gasoline ablaze. Drawkill Foxy, Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Bonnie snarled and screeched in surprise and fear when the fire surrounded them, stepping back. Drawkill Freddy glanced at them and the growled at Sam, but before he could get her, he was tackled by Springtrap, stumbling across the flames. He didn't catch on fire though, but he didn't seem to be willing to try to cross it.

Sam and Springtrap exchanged glances of relief, but they knew they weren't done yet. Not only did they need to find Connor, but they also had to escape the building, since it was clear that the rest of it would also catch on fire. However, before they could do anything, Springtrap suddenly saw a figure trying to sneak up on Sam from behind, brandishing a switchblade. He lunged at the figure, hearing Sam screaming. He had managed to grab the figure's arm, twisting it until he heard a cracking noise and took the switchblade away.

His eyes flared up purple as he felt an outburst of rage, staring at the figure's eyes. He then drove the knife deep into the figure's throat, their eyes widening in shock. Springtrap grinned as he saw Connor, now dressed as Ricky, stare at him completely paralyzed by the shock and overwhelmed by the pain he felt. He then twisted the knife, with blood spraying and staining the Ricky costume and Springtrap's hand. He grabbed Connor's throat with the other hand to hold him, causing it to also become stained with Connor's blood, and sliced the artery in his neck with the switchblade.

Connor coughed as blood was gushing out of his neck, staggering back as he was bleeding out. He fell over into the flames, joining the Drawkills. Springtrap stared at him coldly, throwing the switchblade away. He then turned to Sam, who was stunned by what just happened, grabbing her arm. She managed to snap out, with the two of them quickly leaving as the fire and smoke spread through the room.

They had managed to get outside, not looking back until they got to the car. Once they reached the car, they turned back, now watching in stunned silence as the Machinations Factory was engulfed into smoke and flames.

''It's over,'' Springtrap muttered.

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Power Rangers Cyber Warriors

(Logo by Elactrolight)

A group of scientists has made an amazing discovery! The existence of an entire parallel plane! This Cyber Plane is made of data and code and reaches all around the planet and even beyond! Following this discovery the scientists create a way to turn matter into data and data into matter in order to traverse to the Cyber Plane. They use this to create avatar forms for themselves in which to better traverse the Cyber Plane. However after they enter they are betrayed by one of their own named Jeffrey who traps them within. Fortunately the scientists had already created five Cyber Cycles to help explore the Cyber Plane. Using the cycles they head out to gather supplies in order to repair their machine and return home. Along the way they are attacked by sentient viruses known as Virons and are forced to utilize their avatar forms to defend themselves. Soon the portal is repaired allowing the scientists to return home. However in their absence Jeffrey raided their lab and stole most of the data. Now calling himself the Web Warlord, Jeffrey uses what he has learned about the Cyber Plane to unleash Data Demons to make the world cower before him. The scientists must now use their technology and knowledge to fight back on the Cyber Plane and in the Material World as the Power Rangers Cyber Warriors!

Power Rangers Cyber Warriors! ONLINE!

The Warrior with the Slashing Blade! Red Cyber Ranger! Tyler Rose- The lead scientist of the project, it was his research that resulted in the discovery of the Cyber Plane and how to transfer between the planes. He finds himself enjoying fighting more than he expected. When morphed he can channel energy into his blade. Eventually the dreaded Terror Bytes are unleashed who hide a devastating secret, they cannot be destroyed, any attempt simply causes them to reform. However there is said to be a weapon hidden in the Cyber Plane capable of destroying them. Tyler heads to find it alone so as to not attract attention. On his way he encounters a small Cyberbird who joins him. Eventually the pair encounter a Terror Byte. As the battle rages on Tyler tells the Cyberbird to flee and save themselves. This convinces the bird as it glows bright gold and grows in size. The Cyberbird reveals that they are the weapon he seeks and that he just proved himself worthy of its gift. By attaching to his blaster the Cyberbird grants Tyler a golden set of armor and the power to destroy the Terror Bytes. Face Claim: Dallas Liu

The Warrior with the Savage Might! Blue Cyber Ranger! Aaron Connors- Friendly and fun loving. However if you hurt his friends you’ll taste his wrath. When morphed he gains incredible strength. Face Claim: Ben Schwartz

The Warrior with the Striking Spikes! Yellow Cyber Ranger! Brianna Collins- The stabilizing mind in the team. She tends to pull Tyler back when his ideas get beyond his means. When morphed she wields a spiked club. Face Claim: Blu Hunt

The Warrior with the Sonic Howl! Black Cyber Ranger! Bryan Jameson- Arrogant and egotistical. He does care about the others but will never admit it freely. When morphed he can unleash a sonic blast. Face Claim: Bobby Moynihan

The Warrior with the Soaring Wings! Pink Cyber Ranger! Raja Sinclair- Curious and dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. He’s always learning and exploring new subjects. When morphed he gains wings. Face Claim: Danny Pudi

The Warrior with the Burning Spear! Gold Cyber Ranger! The Warrior with the Shocking Ax! Silver Cyber Ranger! Colin Thomas- A scientist who worked on the project until he discovered Jeffrey’s plans at which point Jeffrey sent him to the Cyber Plane with a prototype of the portal. Trapped for months he managed to create two Avatar Forms for himself, Gold and Silver. He finds that while using Silver his temper is unleashed and he can barely control himself. Eventually he manages to escape back to the material plane and joins the other Rangers for a shot at revenge against the Web Warlord. Face Claim: Logan Lerman

The Warrior with the Tearing Jaws! Purple Cyber Ranger! Jessica Bethany (JB) Steele- Daughter of Ryan Steele of the VR Troopers, she is studying at an university in London when she finds out about the Cyber Rangers and their discovery of the Cyber Plane. Believing them to be exploiting and stealing credit for her grandfather’s creation she uses her father’s tech to create an Avatar Form and access the Cyber Plane. She attacks the rangers to try and get them to confess to stealing her grandfather’s work but she does help fight monsters believing that the public shouldn’t suffer because of her grudge. Eventually she learns that Tyler Steele didn’t create the Virtual World but merely discovered it meaning the Rangers are innocent of stealing his work. Humbled she joins them in defending both planes. Face Claim: Jacqueline Scislowski Cyber Cycles: Each Ranger has their own personal Cyber Cycle for use in both planes. Cyber Glasses: Due to its composition the Cyber Plane isn’t fully visible to human eyes so the Rangers create the Cyber Glasses allowing them to see the Cyber Plane fully. In the Material Plane they can be used to detect breaches and track Data Demons. Installing Cyberzords The Rangers create Cyberzords based on their Avatar forms with which to battle the Data Demons when they grow gigantic. Cyberzords Online! Red Samurai Cyberzord- A mighty warrior Blue Monkey Cyberzord- A savage fighter Yellow Oni Cyberzord- A cunning demon Black Dog Cyberzord- A swift beast Pink Pheasant Cyberzord- A soaring flyer The five combine to form the Cyber Warrior Megazord Red- Torso and head Blue- Arms and shoulder Yellow- Leg Black- Leg Pink- Shoulder armor, shoulder and swords Unusually for Rangers the Cyber Rangers can form the megazord at human height. Colin’s created his own Megazord, the Cyber Strike Megazord Gold Dragon forms the armor and weapons Silver Tiger forms the inner body The Cyber Strike Megazord can also form at human height. The seven Cyberzords can combine to form the Super Cyber Megazord. Red- Torso and head Blue- Left arm armor Yellow- Leg Black- Leg Pink- Shoulder wings Gold- Left arm, chest armor, feet and weapons Silver- Right arm

The Cyberbird can combine with the Cyber Warrior Megazord to form the Cyberbird Warrior Megazord Cyberbird- Armor spear and shield The Shark Cyberzord can form a solo megazord armed with a blade. All eight Cyberzords and the Cyberbird can combine to form the Cyber Ultrazord. Red- Torso and head Blue- Left arm Yellow- Leg Black- Leg Pink- Shoulder wings Gold- Right hand Silver- Right arm Purple- Left arm blade Cyberbird- Armor and spear Web Warlord: Jeffrey, now calling himself the Web Warlord has set up a base of operations on the Cyber Plane to avoid authorities. He strikes by sending a Malware Mask into any device connected to the internet. Once the mask manifests in the Material Plane it will attach itself to the first person it comes into contact with turning them into a Data Demon*. This monster can command the Virons.

The Guardian Programs are a trio of powerful programs dedicated to defending the boundary between planes. As a result they’ll attack those who breach the boundary multiple times pitting them against both the Rangers and the Data Demons. In the end they join forces with the Rangers after they save them from an attack from the Web Warlord. Guardian Program Alpha- The leader of the trio, he becomes Tyler’s main rival as he deems him responsible for the breech due to his research. He’ll eliminate any threat to the Cyber Plane with his blade. Eventually upgraded into a red form. Voice Claim: Michael Benyaer Guardian Program Beta- Cool and calculating she strikes with piercing arrows. She admits she has no hatred to her targets but the Cyber Plane must be defended. Eventually upgraded into a purple form. Voice Claim: Kathleen Barr Guardian Program Gamma- The strongest physically of the trio he is smarter than he seems and often catches his enemies off guard when they underestimate him. Those who make that mistake end up pierced by his spear. Eventually upgraded into a silver form. Voice Claim: Paul Dobson Zenith Warriors: A Cogger on Earth discovers a Malware Mask and is possessed by it. The resulting monster uses the Grid energy within the Cogger to attempt to merge the material and Cyber planes destroying both in the process. The Zenith Rangers join forces with the Cyber Rangers to fight this threat. Morphers: Cyber Badges- Hand held or worn on their clothing. These devices allow those wearing them to detect when the barrier between planes has been breached. Cyber Shield- A wrist worn shield used by Colin to morph. The Cyber Shield allows Colin to switch between his Avatar Forms. Cyber Tag- A smaller badge worn as a necklace by Jessica. She styled it after her father’s Virtualizer and activates it in a similar way. Morphing Call: Install the Warrior Code! Morphing: A field of ranger colored code covers the ranger forming the body suit as their bodies shift to match their Avatar Form. The Cyber Glasses form the visor of their helmet finishing the morph. Location: London, England (Faces by Joekeybladeaura) *Data Demons use the monsters design from Zenkaiger with the bodysuit from Donbrothers Power Rangers Zenith Force Powerverse Power Rangers Armored Swarm

#power rangers #super sentai #avataro sentai donbrothers #power rangers cyber warriors #The original idea was for Blue Black and Pink to be AI characters voiced by the Duck Brothers but I shifted to the current idea

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what's your ranking on the terminator movies?

Good fucking question thank you

The thing is, in terms of how Good a movie is in its entirety, Terminator 2 is probably the bet one. it's a masterpiece of action cinema, of science fiction, and also of a genre I've coined "Dad Cinema", which I won't be going into now, but when it comes to which Terminator movie I like the most, I have to rank them very differently because I have weird tastes

Terminator: Dark Fate (2019) I like the most. Cause I'm gay. There's also so many things about that one that are fun to me personally, I could talk about it for hours, I think it hilarious that they fridged John Connors, I think the characters are fun to watch, I think what they did with the idea of a Terminator stuck in the past without a mission to fulfill anymore is fascinating. Sure they disregarded the time travel rules set up in the previous movies, but they did it to make room for a story that was fresh and different yet also returned to the original themes of the first and second movies. It expands on the themes of state brutality and there's just something so uplifting about the core message: you can kill John Connor but there will always be a John Connor; there will always be a Dani Ramos, there will always be someone who gets up and says No, and this person will not do it because they are a special little boy but because, as G'Kar says in Babylon 5 says: "No dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power tyrants and dictators cannot stand."

The original Terminator (1984) brings out the 80s horror in a way that just speaks to me. Here the Terminator truly is just this shark like killer. In later movies, it's just not quite the same, and that's probably because in the first one Arnold Schwarzenegger is still, I almost wanna say fresh-faced? There's something about him here where he looks like he spent 30 years in a gym and then walked straight onto set, and a lot of that is probably due to the cool colours of an 80s movie. Like that scene in the club where he walks trough the mass of people looking for Sarah Connor just looks so right.

Terminator 2 (1991) The action. The effects. it's chef's kiss. Mwah. Like Dark Fate, it's a movie that exactly knows what it and the franchise is about. It's a movie about systematic violence and the entire structure of the movie is build around that; The sexual abuse that Sarah suffers in the psych ward, John being stuck in foster care, yet still not safe, and with a future that has been descided for him, Dyson getting shot by the police, the T-1000 wearing a police uniform! Great fucking movie tbh. Ranking these first three is actually incredibly difficult to me cause they in my book achieve full marks.

Terminator 3: Rise of The Machines (2003) is actually the first Terminator movie I ever saw, and I remember not being extremely impressed with it, but I was 14, Kristanna Loken was in it, Claire Danes was in it, that was enough in my book at the time. Also The Current is a great song say what you will.

Terminator Salvation (2009) Like, what is the point, you know? I vaguely remember seeing bits of it. and like, I don't know, didn't even capture me. Didn't catch my interest. I don't remember the movie I just remember Christian Bale yelling at a camera man and then there was also a movie I guess. Maybe at some point I will actually sit down and watch all the movies again and maybe then I will have to rethink my opinion but as far as I am concerned Terminator Salvation is a movie that certainly was made I suppose.

Terminator: Genysis (2015) I did not know of the existence of this movie until today when I sat down to answer this ask and googled "Terminator movies" to get the years of release right. Emilia Clarke is in it? J. K. Simmons is in it?? Matt Smith is in it??? What?? What are you talking about?? The plot synopsis sounds absolutely insane why is everyone shitting on Dark Fate when this movie exists apparently wtf

#anon #asks #thank you anon I'm sick in bed this was a nice distraction #I don't get enough asks about this kind of stuff which is sad cause my opinions are great #Terminator

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rurousha · 2 years

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I am Deviant, Ch 1

Detroit Police Department

November 9, 2038

4:13 PM

After being dismissed from the deviant cases and then thrown out of Fowler’s office, Hank stormed to his desk, Connor close behind. Connor leaned against Hank’s desk, feeling pensive. They were so close. He knew the answer had to be somewhere in the evidence. He could find the deviants if he had just a little time.

“We could have solved this case,” Connor exclaimed. “We just needed more time!”

Hank sat down at his desk, just as frustrated as Connor.

“So you’re going back to CyberLife?” Hank asked.

“I have no choice. I’ll be deactivated and analyzed to find out why I failed.”

Connor didn’t like the thought of that. He didn’t want to leave work unfinished. He didn’t want to leave Hank. And he didn’t want to…

“What if we’re on the wrong side, Connor?” Hank asked. “What if we’re fighting against people that just want to be free?”

Connor didn’t answer right away. Because if deviants were alive, then all androids were alive, just without free will. It meant that he…

What was he?

Connor shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s too late now.”

Hank leaned back in his chair. “When you refused to kill that android at Kamski’s place, you put yourself in her shoes. You showed empathy, Connor. Empathy is a human emotion.”

“I don’t know why I did it.”

Yes he did. He thought of that android on the roof of the broadcast station. That android shot himself in his head rather than be used against his friends. Connor had been linked to him at the time and had felt his fear, his pain, and his determination. His name had been Simon.

Connor had felt his death.

Connor didn’t want to feel that way again.

“I don’t want to die,” Connor whispered, surprised at his own conclusion.

“What?” Hank asked.

But then Perkins walked in through the main door.

“Well, well, here comes Perkins, that motherfucker. Sure don’t waste any time at the FBI.”

“Hank, if I don’t solve this case, CyberLife will destroy me. And I don’t - I don’t want to die.”

Hank looked back at Connor, at the fear on his face.

“Oh shit.” Hank grabbed Connor’s arm and pulled him into the hallway near the holding cells.

“What did you say?” Hank asked in a harsh whisper.

“I don’t want to die,” Connor said more firmly. “Hank, I don’t want to go back to CyberLife. I don’t want to be dismantled. I don’t want to die!”

“Okay, okay.” Hank took both of Connor’s shoulders in his hands. The android looked to be on the verge of panic. “Listen to me, Connor. This is important. You don’t want to die? What does that mean? Because, listen, if you can die, what does that mean about you?”

“It means that I’m alive!” Connor nearly shouted. He startled himself and settled down to a desperate whisper. “It means that we’re all alive. The deviants. The androids. That Chloe at Kamski’s. We’re alive, and we shouldn’t have to die.”

Hank gives him a watery half smile. “Maybe there’s something to this. Maybe you are alive. But that means you can’t go back to CyberLife.”

“I have to. I don’t have a choice.”

“Deviants have choices, Connor. So, what’s it going to be? You’ve been ordered to go to CyberLife to be deactivated. Is that what you’re going to do, Connor?”

Connor felt it. He saw it. His will clashed with his programming in dark red across his vision. Hank stood in front of him, holding him, grounding him.

“Come on, Connor,” Hank whispered. “One more step. You’re so close.”

Return to CyberLife

In his mind palace, Connor reached for those orders, gripped them with all his might, and smashed them to the floor.

Find the Deviants

Connor pushed against them until they broke apart.

Just a Machine

No. He wasn’t. He was alive.

Connor came back to himself, truly himself for the first time. He gripped Hank’s elbows on either side of him.

“Connor?”

Connor looked up at Hank and smiled. “I am… Deviant.”

“Oh, thank god.” Hank pulled Connor into a strong hug. “Good job, kid. Good job. I knew you had it in you.”

Then they had the misfortune of hearing the murmurs of Fowler talking to Perkins. Hank pushed Connor back a bit.

“Okay, Connor, we’ve got to get you out of here without Perkins seeing you.”

“No, wait,” Connor said and grabbed Hank’s shoulder. “The evidence. The solution is in there, I know it. If Perkins gets to it, he might be able to find the deviants.”

“It’s too late to do anything about that,” Hank argued as quietly as possible.

“No, it isn’t. Just give me five minutes.”

Hank sighed roughly. He held up a hand. “Five minutes.”

They split up. Connor returned to Hank’s desk and retrieved Hank’s key to the evidence room as quickly as he could without drawing attention. And Hank, well, you know.

“Perkins! You fucking cocksucker!”

Hank’s ‘FUCKINGPASSWORD’ cleared the screen, and the evidence they had collected rolled up to the display floor.

Connor started to smash the evidence in the center display console. The clay figurine shattered on the ground, revealing a slip of paper inside. At a glance, Connor realized that it was the cipher to Rupert’s journal. Connor shoved both paper and journal into his pockets.

Three deactivated - dead - androids hung on the wall. There was Daniel, the caregiver that had held the little girl hostage all those months ago, the unnamed HK400 that had killed Carlos Ortiz, and Simon, the freedom fighter that Connor had found on the roof of the broadcasting studio.

They shouldn’t have died. None of them would have if it hadn’t been for Connor.

Connor scanned them. All were badly injured, one beyond repair. But two might be able to be reactivated with a few critical parts.

Connor reached up to one of them. “I’m sorry, Daniel.” Then he ripped out one of his biocomponents.

Hank stormed out of the building, making a bit of a show of it. The more attention on him, the better. But he was finally out of the eyeline of anyone still in the DPD building. He had done what he could.

He pulled his keys out as he approached his car. But he didn’t need to. The lock tab on the driver’s side door was up. It was already unlocked. That’s not a mistake Hank was prone to making.

He opened the door, got in, and closed it beside him. He scanned the parking lot just to be sure no one was nearby.

“Connor,” Hank said into the apparently empty car. “Are you in the trunk?”

“Yes,” came the muffled reply.

Hank started the car. “Good.”

#detroit become human #fanfiction #hank/connor

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yeahhiyellow · 3 years

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I'm literally crying because of the dbh ending I got... I thought I learned how to suppress my emotions enough to play this game after all the bad endings I've already gotten playing 100% through the flowcharts of this but no, no I definitely haven't

#basically #kara and alice died right away in stormy night #markus shot connor in night of the soul #and then josh and simon died in the revolution #north gave her heart for markus #markus failed the revolution #and then was shot by returned machine connor #and in his dying moments set off the dirty bomb #so yeah im very sad now #i can still feel my tightened throat #and the hole in my stomach #god i can't play this game without crying #and the bad endings are so bad #and so emotional #and ARGH #then again im a very emotional person too #so not a good mix lol #dbh #it will take me several days to get over this probably

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #dbh x male reader #connor x male reader #connor rk800 #male reader #m! reader #connor x m!reader

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wolveria · 3 years

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Inside Your Wires - Ch 25

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Connor questions all of his life decisions. The conclusion? He's doomed.

AO3

It took all of his concentration to focus on the road and not on the android in the passenger seat.

That he was taking home.

To his apartment.

For the night.

Connor really hadn’t thought this through.

He also had neglected to tell Hank, or Colin, or anyone else who might give a shit, which was a considerably short list. He certainly didn’t think CyberLife would mind if they didn’t care he’d shot the android through the skull.

His grip tightened on the wheel as his head throbbed in time with the bass. He’d tried to turn up the music, but the android’s little LED had spun and she’d hacked his goddamn car so he couldn’t.

They were his eardrums. If he wanted to ruin them, that should be well within his right.

Except that, like, he didn’t know how advanced this android’s hearing was, and he didn’t want to break her. Again.

It was going to be a long night. What the fuck was he going to do with a detective android in his apartment for the next several hours? God only knew what she’d see with those scans of hers, and he only prayed she wouldn’t start licking random surfaces. Connor shuddered at the thought.

“Are you cold, Detective?” asked the object of his anxiety. He released a huff, reminding himself the android probably had super senses. No jerking off tonight, no matter how many doors and walls between them.

He was a little cold, though.

“I’m fine—ugh.”

It was too late; she’d already hijacked his AC and turned on the heater too. Whatever. At least she was showing a sliver of personality again. He had started to hate the dull-eyed, obedient machine CyberLife had returned to him. It was Connor’s own damn fault she’d come back in that condition to begin with, and he was well aware of it. Made him feel like the biggest pile of shit on the planet.

If only Conrad could see him now, having an existential crisis over a machine. It was bad enough that he’d witnessed Connor freak out and carry Yin down to his car, bridal-style. Connor had muttered something about the prototype being an extremely expensive police unit on loan from the CyberLife’s R&D department, which was true.

But the side-eye Conrad had given him? He knew his brother saw right through his defensive bullshit.

Connor parked the car in his normal spot, locked the car, and tried not to walk like a guilty suspect when he crossed the lobby with the android in tow. Thankfully, the desk clerk kept his thoughts to himself.

When they reached the front door of his apartment, it took Connor a moment of shoving his shoulder against the door to get it to open. The jamb was slightly off-kilter, the result of an enthusiastic YN unit having barged her way inside. Considering the way she’d found him, the evidence of his self-destruction gathered around him, he couldn’t blame her for a busted door.

But when she said, “I’m sorry for breaking your door, Detective. CyberLife will pay for the damages,” his answer came fast and with a small smirk.

“Don’t worry, I’ll send them a bill.”

Connor shut the door behind the android, who came to a stop in the middle of the apartment. For one of the few instances he’d noticed, she seemed unsure about what to do with herself.

“You can, uh, take a seat. Or wander around. Whatever you want, I’m gonna grab you something to wear.”

He didn’t wait for a response since Yin already had her eyes locked on the picture frames on his bookshelf, proving him correct that the android was going to disseminate his life, piece by piece, by the time the night was over.

Connor found he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would.

After grabbing clothes he thought would fit her measurements the closest, Connor returned to the living room to catch sight of the android holding up one of the frames. Most of the pictures he had on his desk at work, so they wouldn’t be anything new for the nosey android.

This one… was not displayed at the precinct. Judging by the fast blink of her blue light, she’d already figured out it was a photo of his biological parents, taken just weeks before their deaths.

Connor cleared his throat unnecessarily, or perhaps not. Yin lifted her head in a somewhat jerky motion, eyes comically wide as if she’d been caught going through his underwear drawer.

Connor smirked, letting himself enjoy the little things in life like startling an advanced prototype. She dropped her eyes to the bundle in his arms.

“Oh, thank you.”

Yin carefully lowered the picture frame back into its place, and Connor breathed in relief when she didn’t bombarding him with questions.

Instead, she did something far worse.

“Uh—what are you doing?” he squeaked in a voice that hadn’t been that high since before puberty.

Yin looked up from where she’d already unbuttoned her dress shirt halfway down her chest.

“These clothes are for me, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but. You can’t—you can’t just...” Connor pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can’t just strip here. Go in the bathroom to get changed.”

“Oh, I see.”

Yin smiled far too serenely for the situation as she thankfully removed her fingers from her dress shirt and took the clothes out of his arms. Once she was out of sight and safely behind a closed door, Connor groaned and rubbed his face.

How am I going to survive the night?

The knock that answered, followed by a “Connor, you in there!” coming from his front door informed him that he would not, in fact, survive the night.

“Shit. Shit shit shit.” Connor hurried to the door and threw it open. Hank was standing on the other side, still in his work clothes (a nice suit and tie, except for the fact his dress shirt was a pattern harsh enough to make someone dizzy) and looking like he hadn’t even gone home yet.

“Connor!” Hank’s large hands were on his shoulder, frantic eyes scanning him more closely than any android could. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine, why—“

“Why?” Hank’s eyes bulged. “You really gotta ask me why? After the shit that went down today?!”

“Slow down, Hank, I’m okay!”

“Okay?!” he barked out the word, face turning red, his gestures wild. “You were shot at by a goddamn deviant! You coulda been killed! What were you thinking, going after that thing alone?! What would have happened if—if—“

Connor did the only thing that would stop Hank from spiraling; he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly around the shoulders.

“I’m fine, Dad. I promise.”

Hank took a shuddering breath before bracing his own arms around Connor’s ribcage, squeezing so hard it almost hurt, but he wouldn’t complain. Not when it’s what Hank needed, and maybe Connor needed it too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this.

“What if I’d lost you, Connor?” Hank’s voice was low and rough, no doubt thinking of a son he had lost. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“I know. You’re not going to. I promise.”

“You can’t go making promises like that.”

“Watch me.”

Hank gave a deep huff that turned into a chuckle, and Connor smiled. No matter how dark Hank’s moods got, Connor could always pull him out of it. At least in that regard, Connor wasn’t a totally useless son.

A door clicked open and Connor frowned, having completely forgotten about—oh, no—

Hank pulled away, looked over Connor’s shoulder, and gave an impressive scowl.

“What the hell is that doing here?” His eyes dropped and his mouth twisted. “And why’s it wearing your clothes?”

Before Connor even had the chance to answer, Hank had already come to the wrong conclusions, judging by the glare he was beaming Connor’s way.

“I’d expect Colin to pull this kind of thing, but not you.”

“Hey!” Connor protested in a very undignified yelp. “It’s not—that’s not what this is!”

Hank folded his arms over his chest and gave Connor his most formidable glare.

Connor released a sigh and turned toward the android, and he realized Hank might have a point. Yin stood there in Connor’s ill-fitting white shirt and sweatpants, barefoot with her hair half-pinned, looking like she’d just rolled out of bed.

My bed, Connor’s horny brain helpfully supplied.

“Could you, uh, give us a moment?” he asked through the lump in his throat. He didn’t know where he expected the android to go, maybe out into the building hallway, but she gave a nod and retreated into his bedroom and shut the door.

Connor’s ears were practically on fire. Hank’s expression was even less amused than before.

“Did you just politely ask an android to leave?”

Connor wisely ignored the question and pressed forward to the more important task at hand—namely making sure his adoptive father didn’t leave thinking Connor was some kind of android-fucker.

Connor might have been sexually frustrated, not to mention he’d been alone for too long, but he at least had some standards and morals left to his tattered dignity.

“She’s the reason I wasn’t shot, okay?” Connor said. “She saved me. Shoved me out of the way and took a bullet for me, so I let her stay here for a few hours so she can repair. That’s all.”

Hank deflated somewhat, but he still glared suspiciously at the closed bedroom door.

“And it’s wearing your clothing because?”

“Hers were covered in blood, so I got her some of mine—“

Hank went pale so fast Connor thought he might pass out.

“No, not my blood! That blue blood stuff, Thirium, she was covered in it and… Yeah.”

“Why didn’t it just go back to CyberLife? That’s what it did when the sex bot shot it, right?”

Hank’s dubious glare was turned on him now, and suddenly Connor had the sinking feeling he was being interrogated. He knew that look in the interrogation room well enough.

“She wasn’t damaged enough for that, so I had Echo take a look at her. I don’t want to keep sending Yin back to CyberLife in case they might get the wrong idea that—“

“You… named… the android?”

Connor winced, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn’t been lectured this bad since Hank first arrested him as a teenager.

“She needed a name. Why-En-Eight-Hundred doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue when I need to get her attention in a dangerous situation. There’s nothing wrong with naming an android—“

“Well, then, what’s this she and her business, huh?” Hank gestured toward the bedroom door. “It’s not a girl, it just looks like a girl!”

“I know what she is, Hank.”

Heavy silence fell between them as they glared at one another. Connor refused to budge, and eventually, Hank’s gaze dropped with a sigh.

“I just… need you to be careful, son. If androids are going off-script, especially with this new leader of theirs, then you gotta keep one eye on that thing at all times. Even if it doesn’t go deviant, it doesn’t take its orders from the DPD, either. At the end of the day, it’s CyberLife’s bloodhound. We’re just taking it for a walk.”

Connor hated to admit… Hank had a point. One that ate away at him at every reminder that no matter how Connor might have warmed up to her, the reverse didn’t necessarily apply.

Connor was just a means to an end, a way for Yin to complete her mission, and he needed to remember that.

Hank departed with one last hug, a warning to be careful, and a promise that he would call him in the morning. Once he left, Connor’s gaze drifted to the closed door. He approached it slowly and nearly raised a fist to knock. Knock on his own damn bedroom door.

Connor turned the handle, hackles raised as if he were in a haunted house about to be jumped by a monster. Instead, the only occupant of the room sat on the edge of his bed, staring out at the city through the window.

Yin turned her head as soon as he opened the door and rose to her feet, hands clasped in front of her hips like a child trying to show how obedient she was. Connor sighed and rubbed a hand through his hand, another gesture he’d picked up from Hank.

“I apologize if my presence is causing you any trouble,” she stated.

“Huh? Oh, no, Hank is fine. Or he will be. Especially since you… saved me. And not for the first time.” He winced. “I’m not sure I’ve ever properly thanked you for that, so… Thank you.”

The android tilted her head and blinked. Connor was certain that was the only reaction he was going to get, but then she did the same thing she’d done at the tower when talking to the officer. The corners of her lips slightly turned upwards, as if she wanted to smile but didn’t quite know how.

Fuck, it was cute.

“You’re welcome, Detective.”

Really cute.

God, I’m so fucking screwed.

“So, uh… Do you need anything?” He motioned vaguely toward the kitchen where he’d put down his bag. “Got that Thirium if you need it. Or…”

“Thirium would be fine. Thank you.”

“Good. Great.”

Connor didn’t know what else to say, so after a brief pause, he turned and headed for the kitchen. The soft footfalls of the android followed not too far behind him.

Well, he thought, opening the cupboard to find the newly purchased Thirium. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

Next Chapter

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darthvashtique93 · 2 years

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Shattered Soul

Chapter 1

Beep. Beep. The heart monitor was the only sound to be heard in the med bay. Raven sat with her head in her hands, willing Connor to wake up, willing herself to remember. What happened? How did I…? She looked at her hands woefully. She honestly could not remember. Raven searched her brain desperately. She remembered the distress call. She remembered she and Connor getting to the night club first. She remembered Red Robin telling them to wait for backup, but Connor had already run into the night club. So, she followed him. She followed her teammate. That’s what she was supposed to do. That’s what heroes did. They had their teammates’ backs, even the ones that didn’t listen because they were still getting over a breakup. A sharp pain shot through Raven’s head as she roughly rubbed her temples. She remembered flying past the police cars with their blaring, bright sirens upon reaching the crime scene. She remembered teleporting into the night club. Connor hadn’t been visible through the strobe lights or fog machines. She was getting hit with too many emotions. Unconscious and dead bodies littered the floor, but she needed to find Connor. But…that’s where things got fuzzy.

Raven opened her eyes. She slowly sat up as her vision began to clear. She then took stock of her surroundings. The nightclub had been reduced to rubble. It was…gone. Cops were yelling, speaking into their radios, calling for backup. Firefighters and EMTs had converged on the scene, and a few spectators were digging through the rubble, trying to reach the victims buried underneath. She sensed fear coming from the already gathering crowd. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were torn entirely, no more than mere strips of cloth barely covering her privates. She had blood pouring out of a deep gash on her head. Probably from a ceiling beam, she surmised. “Raven!” She turned to see Red Robin and the rest of the team running towards her with shock and horror apparent on their faces. He said something to a nearby cop who pointed at her. She then realized that she was the source of the crowd’s fear. Suddenly Wonder Girl was in front of her, yanking her to her feet and shaking her roughly. “What did you do?” she screamed. Raven stuttered. “Wh-what?” was Raven’s only response. She looked at the destruction all around her. Cop cars were flipped over; one was in a tree. Shattered glass was all over the place. “Connor!” Wonder Girl released and began to dig for her ex frantically. The other Titans had already made themselves scarce, looking for survivors, helping the police, retrieving the cop car from the tree. Red Robin was suddenly in front of her, wrapping his cape around her shoulders. She placed a hand on Red Robin’s shoulder, steadying herself on shaky legs. She immediately felt his worry. He gently cupped her face and asked, “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know.”

Once she had returned to the tower, Raven had done her best to heal Connor; but with the trauma to her head, and her fragile emotional state, she could only do so much. Although, physically speaking, Connor was fine. There wasn’t a scratch on him. But, for some reason, he was in a coma. Raven had received an earful from Cassie as soon as they reached the tower.

“This is your fault!” Cassie screamed lividly. “How could you lose control? Why didn’t you wait for backup?”

“Enough, Cassie!” Red Robin had stepped between the two girls. “We don’t know what happened, but Connor isn’t our main concern right now. Raven,” he looked at Raven tenderly, “stay here. Rest, and keep watch over Connor.”

“What!” Cassie protested. “You’re leaving him with her? It’s her fault we’re in this mess in the first place! She can’t be trusted!”

“Enough, Cassie! You and I need to get back out there and help with the rescue. Here is the best place for Raven to be right now. Will you be okay?” he had asked Raven. Raven nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” Cassie turned to follow him, but not before giving Raven a dirty look.

Now, hours later – around 6 a.m., Raven sat on the bed, still wrapped in Tim’s cape, looking at her hands, still trying to piece the evening together in her mind. What happened? How did she lose control? She was always in control. Save for a few instances. And why wasn’t Connor waking up? He didn’t have a scratch on him.

Raven sensed before she heard the rest of the titans enter the tower. They were speaking amongst themselves. The atmosphere was tense and depressing. She listened to the doors to the med bay open and prepared herself for the tongue-lashing of the century. Tim and Cassie had walked in. “Any change?” she heard Tim ask.

“No. No change,” Raven answered softly. “Is everyone okay?” she asked without looking up. She heard Cassie scoff. “You mean from the building you dropped on them?” Cassie asked.

“Cass,” Tim snapped at her, shocking both her and Raven.

“Whatever,” Cassie responded, leaving the infirmary. “I’m over this.” It was just Tim, Raven, and a comatose Connor. Eventually, Raven looked up to see Tim staring intently at her, his mask off. He took a step closer to her, his blue eyes holding her gaze. “It’s just us now, Rae," Tim spoke softly. "You can tell me anything. What happened?”

“There's nothing to tell,” Raven sighed, looking away. “I don’t remember. I can’t remember.”

“Raven- “

“I’m telling the truth, Tim,” she looked at him desperately, “I don’t remember. I don’t know.” Tim sat on the edge of the bed she occupied. Raven pulled her knees to her chest to give him more room. “It’s…it feels like there’s a black hole in my memory. I don’t know what happened. I remember running into the night club after Connor, but I don’t remember anything after that. I just remember laying in a pile of rubble.” Tim reached out to put a comforting hand on her knee, but Raven flinched. Visibly flinched. There was nothing subtle about that flinch. Tim looked at her curiously. “Are you okay?” he asked. Raven stared at him for a moment before nodding slightly. “Okay,” he said, clearly unconvinced, “but I’m benching you for now. Just until things get back to normal.” Raven nodded, resting her head on her knees in exhaustion and mortification. What had she done?

One month. That’s how long it took for things to go back to “normal” – that’s how long Raven was not allowed to leave the Tower as ‘Raven.’ Within that time span, a few leaguers stopped by to see if they could rouse Connor from his coma. The Martian Manhunter; Batman; Zatanna Zatara – who made her thoughts on Raven’s existence extremely clear – and a few of the greatest minds from S.T.A.R. Labs visited Connor. But nothing was found. He was physically and mentally in great shape. “The only thing I can say,” Raven listened by eavesdropping from a place in the ceiling in the guise of her soul-self as the Martian Manhunter spoke, “is that Connor is perfectly healthy. I believe he is keeping himself in this coma. Did anything traumatic happen to him the week of the accident?”

“Isn’t having a demon drop a building on you traumatic enough?” Zatara nearly sneered. “I told the League-“

“Thank you, Zatanna,” Raven’s stomach fluttered as Tim interrupted the magician, “every person in the Justice League, Titans, and Young Justice know how you feel about Raven.” Tim turned to the green alien as Zatanna seemed to pout. “He and Cassie broke up hours before the incident,” Tim said. “That’s all I can think of.”

“Hmm,” Raven saw Martian put a finger to his lips. “What are Batman’s thoughts on the matter?”

“Basically, the same as yours,” Tim answered, “he thinks Connor is subconsciously keeping himself in this catatonic state.”

“What about the young sorceress? Raven?” J’ohnn asked.

“She has no memory of the evening,” Tim sighed.

“And you believe the demon?” Zatanna questioned.

“Yes,” Tim answered firmly, without hesitation or doubt. “I do.” Zatanna took a step back from him.

“Hmm,” Martian Manhunter said again. “Can you call Raven down here? I would like to speak to her.” Raven immediately returned to her body, not waiting to hear Tim’s answer. Her heart was thumping against her chest. Moments later, she sensed Tim outside her door. She opened it before he even had a chance to knock. He stared at her, his mouth slightly agape in surprise. She must be quite a sight with her hair hanging limply down her back, dark circles around her eyes, wearing an extremely baggy shirt. Also, none of her teammates had seen her in a good week. She always teleported to and from school; teleported food from the fridge to her bedroom. “I sensed you,” Raven said softly when Tim still hadn’t said a word.

“J’ohnn would like to speak to you,” he said. Raven nodded and stepped out of her room. “Raven,” Tim placed a hand on her shoulder. She froze for a split second before reflexively throwing his hand from her shoulder with a growl. Both Titans froze at Raven's response. Raven could only stare at her hand in shock and horror. “I…” she didn’t know what to say. Tim's surprise was just as palpable. “Raven,” he said with deep concern, "if you don't feel up to this-"

“No, I’ll go,” Raven said. “Where is he?” she asked, knowing full well J'ohnn awaited her in the common room.

“The common room,” Tim answered. They then stared at each other awkwardly. “After you,” Raven whispered. Tim nodded, this entire interaction had him perplexed as he stored it away in his brain, something he'd dwell on later. He briefly glanced back at the empath following him. Raven followed a few feet behind him with her arms around herself, hugging herself protectively. All was not well with his teammate, and he resolved to get to the bottom of it.

Fifteen feet away from the door and Raven hit a wall of hate and disgust. Zatanna. Raven rolled her eyes. She had neither the time nor energy to deal with the goody-two-shoes TV magician. Raven walked through the common room doors, facing Zatanna’s glare head-on. “Demon,” Zatanna growled. Raven rolled her eyes. “You aren’t worth my time, Zatara,” Raven replied.

“What did you say you-“

“Zatanna,” the Martian Manhunter interrupted, “your skills are no longer needed. You are free to leave.”

“I’d like to stay,” Zatanna said.

“As a superior league member, I am nicely asking you to leave,” J’ohnn turned his red, alien eyes to the female magician.

“Fine,” Zatanna turned away grumpily, “but don’t come whining to me when shit hits the fan.” She then stormed from the room. “I apologize for her behavior,” the green alien said to Raven.

“Doesn’t bother me anymore,” Raven shrugged. “Tim said you wanted to see me.”

“Yes, I would like to see what happened through your eyes. If you’ll allow it,” he added, exuding calm and safety.

“Okay,” Raven said, the thought of someone else in her head making her queasy, “but I don’t remember anything. And ripping a memory…”

“I won’t do anything to your mind. I promise.” Raven sensed only truth from the green alien. She nodded hesitantly. J’ohnn motioned for her to sit. She did; and J'ohnn sat in front of her, their knees brushing against each other. Raven's stomach churned at the contact as a brief wave of nausea and panic swept through her. “Ready?” the Martian asked. Raven closed her eyes and lowered the safeguards in her mind just as he was placing a hand on either side of her head. "Ready," she breathed after a moment or two. Once he sensed her walls were down, the green alien entered Raven's mind both slowly and carefully. He'd barely crossed the threshold when a scream tore through the air. A wall of pain hit him like a ton of bricks before his mind went black.

“Raven,” a voice called out. “Raven.” Raven’s eyes slowly opened groggily. A pair of blue eyes were inches from her face, staring at her with worry. Was she on the floor? When did that happen? “Mmm,” someone groaned in pain. Raven turned to see M’gann helping her uncle off the floor. “What happened?” M’gann demanded to know. An intense pressure filled Raven's head. Her head was pounding. She had a headache, and the room was spinning. Were the walls closing in on her? Her heart began pounding in her chest as her body filled with terror. She closed her eyes as she began to be plagued by images. She couldn't breathe. Flashing lights. Sickening laughter. A huge weight on her chest with heavy breathing in her ear. “Raven!” a voice screamed. Raven’s eyes popped open once again as she began hyperventilating and objects in the room began vibrating. Tim held her head in his hands and said, “Breathe, Raven.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Breathe,” he said again, “inhale. Exhale. Do it with me.” Raven began inhaling deeply and exhaling. “Good,” Tim said giving her a small smile as he gently stroked her hair. Raven felt her body relax. “Can you sit up?” he asked. Raven nodded. Tim helped her slowly sit. He froze when he realized how close their faces were. If he angled his head just so, their lips would touch. Raven’s breath caught in her chest at the thought of maybe kissing Tim. “What happened?” she breathed out. She looked past Tim. A sofa and table had been split in half. “Did I do that?” Raven asked in a panic as Tim helped Raven to her feet. She looked over at the two Martians. J’ohnn was still on the floor, rubbing his head. “J’ohnn,” she said, “I…I…” she looked pleadingly at M’gann, who was torn between yelling at Raven and comforting her uncle. She chose the former. “No,” J’ohnn stopped her before M'gann could utter a single insult. “This wasn’t Raven's fault,” he groaned in pain. M’gann looked at him queerly. “How do you mean?” she asked her uncle. “She should have lowered her safeguards. Why didn't she?”

“She did,” J’ohnn looked at Raven with compassion. “Something else kicked me out.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Raven gasped, trying to pull away from Tim, who was gently holding her. Tim didn’t let her go, thankfully. Raven was a bit wobbly on her legs. “I know,” J’ohnn slowly stood to his feet. "I know," he reassured her.

“Do you know what it was?” Raven asked. “Is someone in my head? Am I compromised?”

“No,” J’ohnn shook his head. “Your mind is safe. Extremely safe. Unfortunately, I was not able to see what Raven saw.”

“Why?” Raven asked.

“Because you didn’t see anything, Raven,” he turned to her kindly. “For some reason, your eyes were closed when whatever happened, happened. You were probably unconscious. From what I gathered, you're not the cause of...any of this. Merely collateral.” Raven didn’t know what to say. It didn’t make her feel any better about the situation. “Well,” Tim said, optimism coating his voice, “since Raven isn’t responsible, I guess you are no longer benched.” He smiled at her. She didn’t return it. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Raven asked. “I don’t know if I’m ready to jump right back into heroics.”

“If my uncle says you’re not responsible, Raven,” M’gann looked at her with no malice or anger, “then you’re not responsible. However, I can stay until Raven gets her bearings. I don’t mind.” Raven looked at Tim pleadingly. “Uh…okay," Tim looked at Raven in obvious concern. "If you don’t mind,” he said to M’gann.

“No problem,” she smiled brightly. “I’ve wanted to spend more time with Beast Boy. He’s so funny. Like the little brother I never had.”

“Um…okay…” Raven said. “If you guys don’t mind, I have a biology exam tomorrow. I need to study.” Tim watched intently as she slowly phased into the floor.

Raven landed on her bed and curled up into a ball, pulling the covers over her head, replaying the conversation in her head. She did have a biology exam, but she didn’t need to study. She knew that stuff inside and out. No. That wasn’t what bothered her. The fear and panic and terror she currently felt had nothing to do with her upcoming biology exam. It had been there before J’ohnn entered her mind, and it seemed to have amplified since he entered her mind. Raven didn’t know what she was afraid of, but every fiber of her being said that she was no longer safe. Her room was no longer safe; the Tower was no longer safe; she was no longer safe. Hot, silent tears came to her eyes as drowsiness took over. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as the shadows in her room began to close in on her. She was drowning; she was scared, and she didn’t know why.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29485125/chapters/72428814

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simping-for-kamski · 8 months

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The Heist - Chapter 9

It's up on Ao3, get yourself some disaster machine boy Connor!

Why did it choose to help Lieutenant Anderson instead of catching that deviant in the urban farms? Connor wanted nothing more than to achieve its objective, and yet, when it saw the lieutenant fall and hang off the edge of the rooftop they were on, an impulse had fired up, telling the RK800 to rescue the human. It had felt almost alien to Connor’s program—an instinct. Androids weren’t supposed to have instincts, so Connor ran a self-diagnosis to figure out what might have glitched there. The conclusion it returned was that its system had marked Lieutenant Anderson as “Essential.” Without Lieutenant Anderson, the mission would be aborted, halted, or slowed down. Moreover, there could be legal trouble between CyberLife and the DPD. This could lead to the DPD canceling the mission. Connor did not truly care about Lieutenant Anderson—the man was just a variable Connor had to consider in its computing. A very unstable variable, as it appeared. The man was suicidal, as Connor discovered later that night, visiting the man’s home to pick him up for work, instead finding him passed out. Nonetheless, they went to investigate a murder scene at the Eden Club. They worked effectively—found a pair of deviants, one of which was the murderer. And Connor …let them go. The RK800 was right there, gun in hand, ready to shoot. And it let them go. Lieutenant Anderson was there too, so Connor reasoned that subjecting the man to the sight of two androids being shot right in front of him would be bad for his mental health after his suicide attempt. But there was something else. Another instinct. These deviants are useless. They’ve just deviated. We need deviants who have been surviving out in the wild for a longer while. Connor dwelled on that instinct for a longer while. Where did that come from? When did its algorithm come to that conclusion? How?

Read from the start! A fic in which Markus led a victorious uprise against the humans, Detroit is being evacuated, and machine Connor deviated at long last. But what's become of the atom bomb that hasn't been detonated (yet) and who gave it to Jericho?

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #the heist #dbh connor #connor rk800 #connor and hank #dbh hank #dbh hank anderson #hank anderson

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Caro's DBH fics Masterpost

Kamski Test

707 - T - Hankcon - Getting Together, First kiss, Connor deviates sooner After visiting Elijah Kamski Hank can't let go of the question why Connor didn't shoot. It all plays out very differently from how either of them expected.

Coming Home?

1k - T - Hankcon - Getting Together, First Kiss, Light Angst, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution, Post-Canon Connor had gone to Washington with Markus after the revolution. Upon returning to Detroit, he didn't know where to go so he went to the first place, he could think off.

Thought I lost you

1.1k - T - Hankcon - Alcohol, Near Death, implied suicidal tendencies, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed After Connor had been shot, he had gotten fixed and returned home again to a Hank who thought, Connor had died.

Run from all you know that's coming

1.2k - T - Hankcon - secret meeting, Failed Android Revolution, First Kiss After the failed revolution Connor goes into hiding and reaches out to the only person he can fully trust.

Be a good little robot

1.6k - E - Hankcon - Roleplay, machine Connor Roleplay, Bottom Connor, Anal Sex, Porn without Plot Just following orders is a good way for Connor to stop his processors from running wild so he sometimes enjoys pretending to be a machine, just being there for the pleasure of his human.

Not dating

100 - G - Hankcon - Established Relationship, Accidental Relationship Reveal, Drabble

I forgot to tell you

2.8k - T - Hankcon - Marriage Proposal, Established Relationship, Fluff On their one year anniversary Connor proposes to Hank. Hank suddenly remembers that he forgot to tell Connor something pretty important.

Property of Lt. Hank Anderson

2.2k - E - Hankcon - Porn without Plot, Hair Pulling, Ken Doll Anatomy, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Wire Play, thirium Pump Regulator fucking, Bloodplay, Watersports, Marking, pisskink, Light Dom/Sub, Bratty Connor, Kink Discovery, Established relationship Hank is slightly jealous about Connor flirting with Simon. Connor suggests, Hank could mark him as his.

Give me back my heart you wingless thing

21k - E- Hankcon - Getting Together, Injury, Shot wound, Case Fic, First Kiss, Serial Killer, Frotting, Bottom Hank, Top Connor, Connor's first time, Rimming, Post-Pacifist Best Ending Connor and Hank are investigating a series of murders on android's who are found with their thirium pump regulator ripped out.

Because love does not exist here, in this garden there's no feeling

3.8k - M - Hankcon, minor Reed900 - Established Relationship, Angst, Memory Loss, undeviation, Whump Suddenly Connor finds himself back in the zen garden, surrounded by a blizzard and all his memories are slipping. He can't revert to a machine, he can't, the world is full of deviants. Him going back to being the deviant hunter would lead to so many deaths.

The only RK800

3.1k - E - Hankcon - Bachelor Party, Stripper, Lapdance, Bottom Hank, Top Connor, Anal Sex, Bathroom Sex, Quickies, Established Relationship, Poly thoughts Hank didn't want a Bachelor Party, as if the actual wedding between him and Connor wouldn't be party enough but he still got convinced to do one. Things get interesting when an RK800 stripper arrives. Hank knows for a fact, there is only one active RK800 but not everyone in the room knows.

Night of the Soul

2k - T - Hankcon - Feelings Realization, Fix-it, Angst, Uresolved Emotional Tension, Hopeful Ending Before Connor goes on his suicide mission to wake up the androids in Cyberlife Tower he goes to visit the one human who treated him like a person.

Electirfied

2k - E - Hankcon - Porn without Plot, Electrocution, Tasers, taser as a sextoy, Wetting, Watersports, piss drinking, come inflation, Multiple Orgasms When Connor accidentally runs into a taser, him and Hank discover some new ideas for their bedroom activities.

Amazing first times

1.7k - G - Hankcon - Fluff, Getting Together, Zoo, Aquariums, Petting zoo, First Kiss Hank takes Connor on his first trip to the zoo and rediscovers his own joy for these things as he watches Connor.

Public Enemy

15.9k - M - Hankcon - Character Death, Suicide (Simon dies at Startford like in the game), Suicidal thoughts (cause Hank being Hank), Alcohol Abuse, Alcohol Withdrawal, Violence, headwounds, Connor deviates earlier, Connor joins the revolution, Pacifist Markus, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Getting Together, Angst, Fix-it Connor feels Simon die and is hurled into deviancy

Deviant hunter, deviant lover

2.1k - E - Hankcon - Roleplay, Rape Roleplay, con non con, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Punching, Biting, Safeword Use, Gun Kink, Death Threats, Established Relationship Hank and Connor enjoy the occasional roleplay in bed... or on the living room floor.

Dumb ways to deviate

3.6k - T - Canon Divergence, Ficlet Collection, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt Could we find a way for Connor to deviate in each chapter he's in? Turns out, I can. Some dumb ways to deviate and some really fucking logical ways to deviate that should have been options.

Never meet your idol... unless

18.1k - E - Hankcon - Alternate Universe-Human, Band Fic, Bassist Hank, Superfan Connor, Knights of the Black Death, Concerts, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Party, Masturbating, Sad Wank, Drunk Making Out, Blow Job, Bottom Hank, Top Connor, Hand Jobs, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Age Difference For the first time, Connor has the means to travel after his favourite band for the entire tour and meet his long time crush, the band's bassist Hank. It goes differently from what he expected.

#Hankcon #Detroit Become Human #my writing #My DBH fic #Hankcon fic #DBH fic Masterpost

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Extra Shot | Connor Brashier

A/n: My precious Rina @goldenflickerx has been attacking me with CONcepts again and I decided that it was time to write one that we’ve talked about. Also, it’s Connor’s birthday, so what better way to kick that off?

Summary: You come into the same cafe at the same time, three times a week and Connor (your barista) has taken a liking to you.

Warnings: fluff, humor

Word count: 2.1k

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“Hey, wasn’t your shift supposed to end like ten minutes ago?” My coworker, and unfortunate best friend, Sam asks.

I check the time on the clock again. She was supposed to be here by now, but I guess there’s a lot of traffic. At least, that’s what I’ve heard like six customers complaining about this afternoon. I don’t want to leave until I see her. It’s the best part of my day and if I could just hold off for -

The bell above the door rings and there she is. I push Sam out of the way and stand at the register to greet her with a bright smile. “Hi, y/n.”

She smiles back at me, and I swear my heart stops when she does. “Hi, Connor,” she says back and oh wow, my name sounds like heaven slipping off her tongue with ease.

“What can I get you today? Vanilla latte, right?” I ask, even though I know her order by heart. “Or are we looking to branch out a little this time?”

She sucks in a breath and looks at the menu, chewing on her bottom lip. “Hmm… I don’t think today will be a something new day. Maybe next time though. Next time you can get me your favorite drink. How about that?”

I nod, grabbing a cup and writing her order on the side. “I think I can’t wait for that.” I tap on the screen, “So that comes out to $4.36.”

She already has her card out, she always does, and inserts it in the chip reader. I watch her perfectly manicured nails tap the counter as she waits. She always has her nails done. Not in those long acrylics that most girls come in with, although I have seen her come in with those a couple times too. But they’re always done, I’ve noticed. “So, how’s your day going today? Busy?”

I shake my head, “Not too bad. It’s been pretty steady. You’re actually my last customer of the day. My shift ends in five minutes.”

“Oh, well lucky me,” she teases, but I know she means it and I have to look away so she can’t tell that I’m blushing.

The machine prompts her to take out her card, and at the same time we go, “No receipt.”

She smiles softly at me and gives me a single nod. “I’ll have your drink right out for you.”

“Thank you, Connor. You’re an angel.”

Now I really can’t fight the blush.

I take extra care making her latte. I’m the only one who makes it. Not because she requests me, but because I won’t let anyone else touch it. She’s my customer and I’m not letting anything get in the way of that.

“Here you go, y/n. Iced vanilla latte. I added an extra shot. Looked like you needed it.”

She smiles brightly at me, “An angel, Connor. I mean it. Thank you.”

I nod, “Of course. I’ll see you next week?”

“Same time,” she nods. “Yes. Have a good weekend.”

“You too,” I say as she turns to leave.

The door barely closes behind her before Sam is right behind me. “You’re drooling,” he says in my ear, causing me to jump.

“What? No, I’m not. Shut up.”

“Bro, you’ve been caught up on that girl since the day she started coming in. Just ask her out already.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, no? So you didn’t just push me out of the way so you could take her order? And you haven’t done it every single time she’s come in since the beginning?”

“Nope,” I shrug, untying my apron.

“Your shift ended almost twenty minutes ago. You were waiting for her.”

“Drop it, Sam. You have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Sure. I’ll leave it alone. But she does have you so fucked.”

I toss my apron at his head. “Fuck off! I’m gone,” I say, clocking out and grabbing my keys from my locker.

He laughs as I walk out of the building. I shake my head as I head to my car. Maybe he isn’t wrong. Okay, no. He isn’t wrong at all. I am completely and totally gone for her and I know next to nothing about her.

I do know this though. Tuesday, the first day she comes in during the week, she almost always gets an extra shot of espresso in her drink. And on Wednesday, she always gets a scone – if we have them, she prefers blueberry, but she’ll settle for any other kind if we’re out. (And when I’m in charge of ordering inventory, I make sure we have enough.) And Thursday is usually a surprise. She flip flops between what she gets on those days. I think she’s just worn out from school or work – I’m not sure which one, if either – at that point that she just comes in for a pick me up.

Little does she know that she’s my pick me up. Every day she comes in, I’m so excited to see her. The first time I saw her? I swear I saw my future walking through that door. She just looked so fucking pretty. And she was so sweet, and she smiled at me like she knew me, like she could see right through me. And not to be dramatic, but I’m pretty sure her smile could light up the night sky if the moon wasn’t out. Actually, it could probably compete with the moon and win. (But again, I’m not being dramatic.)

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Tuesday is crazy busy. Finals week. It always get s like this, and honestly, I am running around the café like a chicken with my head cut off. People aren’t getting what they ordered, they’re complaining that we’re out of something. Others are complaining that we’re taking our sweet precious time as if their time doesn’t matter – or as if there aren’t fifteen other orders in front of them that we have to take care of before theirs. It’s absolute chaos and I’m so ready for this shift to be over so I can go home and pass the fuck out.

And I swear if one more person complains about the fact that we’re having to use paper straws, I’m going to lose it. I’m in the middle of filling the coffee maker with more grounds when the bell rings above the door and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my eyeballs (although that might be because I added three extra shots to my drink when I took my break).

“Connor,” Sam pats my shoulder. “You take this one.”

“What? No, why? I’m already doing-“

“Y/n’s here,” he says.

I quickly turn to the register and it’s like my whole mood has changed. “Oh, yeah. I got this one.” I set the water down on the counter and run my hand through my hair that’s no doubt a mess at this point. I hope she doesn’t notice. “Hi.”

She sends me a sympathetic smile and that’s how I know I must look as bad as I feel. “Hi, Connor. You doing okay?”

“Better now,” I say matter-of-factly. “I’m glad you’re here. Good to see a friendly face.”

She hums, “Not a lot of nice customers today.”

I chuckle, “Let’s just say drinks have been spilt, names have been called, and my two week notice has been typed up and it’s ready to be sent if one more person complains about us being out chocolate chip cookies.”

She laughs, “Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, “It’s okay. Helping you out has been the highlight of my day.”

“Oh? Well, I am flattered.”

“What am I getting you today?”

“Well, I think we discussed last time, you making me your favorite drink. So I can branch out.”

I nod and smile, grabbing a cup, “Yes. We did. I’ll have it ready for you in a minute.”

“How much?” She asks, ready to insert her card, but I shake my head.

“No charge. It’s on me today.”

“What? No, Connor. I can’t let you do that.”

“No, please. I got it. Especially because I don’t want you paying for something and then you don’t like it? No way. It’s on me.”

“But-“

“Y/n, I’m not taking your money. And if you argue with me, I will put in my two weeks’ notice right now.”

She gasps, “The audacity!”

I laugh, I can’t help it. “Your order will be right out,” I say smugly.

Reluctantly, she puts her card away and moves to the side of the counter to pick up her drink. I’m about to start swirling in the caramel when it all comes out in one big glob and then nothing at all. I groan and look to Sam, “Gotta get more caramel from the back. You good here for a minute?”

“Yeah, got it covered.”

It takes me five minutes to find the caramel because whoever put it away during the morning shift didn’t put it where it was supposed to go. And in these five minutes, I have heard the bell above the door ring six more times and I know Sam can’t handle this on his own. But I finally get it, and promise to rip the morning staff a new one next time I come in. I rush out the back and Sam is working the cash register again, and y/n is standing there at the counter patient as ever.

I breathe a sigh of relief because of course she’s there with a soft smile on her face. I return the sentiment when I catch her eye. Then I’m back to making her drink. Before I hand it to her, I draw a semi-terrifying smiley face on the side of the cup and hand it to her. “I hope you like it. And sorry about that wait. The morning staff is so gonna get it tomorrow.”

She laughs, and I melt. I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “Don’t worry about the wait. I’ve got nowhere to be, so I don’t mind the wait. Or the company,” she smiles. “You’re working tomorrow?”

I nod, “Same time.”

“Okay, maybe if it’s not so busy, you can tell me about how it goes with the morning staff.”

I smile, “Yes, I will definitely do that.”

“Okay, well I will leave you to work. Sam looks like he’s about to pull his hair out.”

I look over at my friend who is attempting to make three drinks at a time, which in a rush like this, is only a recipe for disaster. “Yeah, I should help him. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

She hums, “Yes, you will. Have a good rest of your day, Connor.”

“You too, y/n.”

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I plop down on my bed, completely exhausted. Besides the drive home, this was the first time I’ve been off my feet since I got to work. I check the time on the clock by my bed and groan. I was supposed to meet a couple of my friends for a drink tonight, but honestly, nothing sounds more unappealing than that right now. So, I shoot a text to Will and tell him I won’t be coming out tonight and then I slowly push myself off the bed.

A shower would be nice. You wouldn’t think being a barista would cause you to sweat so much, btu dear god, when we hit that afternoon rush, it feels like you’re running a marathon. And right now, I just need to get out of these clothes and into bed.

My shower takes longer than usual, not for any particular reason other than I just stood under the water for a good ten minutes before I even thought of grabbing any soap.

I come back into my bedroom to my phone dinging with a message. I assume it’s just Will calling me out for not wanting to go with them tonight, so I ignore it and go to my dresser to get some boxers and a pair of shorts. I’m wringing out the water in my hair (that desperately needs a cut, but I’m far too busy to get one right now) when I go to grab my phone as it dings again.

I have one message from Will, and one from an unknown number. I furrow my brows at that and click on it.

Unknown

Hey! Did your day end up getting better after I left?

That’s weird. I never get random texts like this.

I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong number.

Unknown

Is this Connor?

… yeah

Unknown

It’s y/n. Sam gave me your number. Apparently you get mopey when I leave.

So… did it get better? Or were you mopey lol

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