Truth is, I’m Terrified {D:BH Connor}
This is NOT an x reader. Just an idea I had.
Enjoy.
It’s been a full decade since the revolution. A full decade since Markus last spoke to his people on the podium on that cold snowy day. A decade since the president had announced the possibility of considering androids a new form of life. And today, was the tenth Android Pride Day. A day to celebrate their freedom and to acknowledge the past to move forward with humanity.
It was a day of celebration for all androids of any model. But not for Connor. Every year, on this day, he and Hank would attend side by side with Markus and other thousands of androids. And each year, every single year, Connor feared the worst. An attack fueled by hatred of androids. An act of terrorism. An act of violence was what he feared most. Although he always kept his suspicions from Hank.
He flipped his coin nervously as he waited by the door, Sumo by his side. The dog looked at Connor and whined. It was like he knew that Connor was feeling uneasy. In his research about dogs he found that sometimes they could sense things. Some say spirits and ghosts, others say mood. They know when their owner, or someone close, was unwell or unable to be at ease. There was no doubt in his mind that Sumo was the same.
He nuzzled his muzzle into Connor’s leg almost as if he were trying to offer comfort. Connor offered a small smile but continued to flip the coin between his fingers, as each second went by he flipped the coin even faster.
He closed his eyes.
They would march along side the parade.
But what if something terrible were to occur?
Connor furrowed his eyebrows as his synthetic heart began to beat above standard BPM. It was beating out of control and getting worse. He had this sinking feeling in his stomach, or he would if he had a stomach. But something deep down he could feel it. This was what humans called worry. Closely associated with fear. But he wasn’t afraid. Was he? That would be ridiculous! He had been through ten Android Pride days, what was one more.
But if this was the one. The one where all his fears would come true. The one where Hank--
Clank!
His eyes snapped open, his hands frozen. He looked down at the floor to see his coin rolling in a spiral on the floor. He had dropped his coin. Never had he ever done that before. He always managed to catch it. Always.
“Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drop that thing.”
He saw Hank adjusting his jacket. Connor chose to say nothing an bent down to retrieve his coin. Sumo made a noise. Not quite a groan but something of that nature. Something that just seemed to scream: “Talk to him.”
“Are you alright Connor?” The old man asked as he made his way over to Connor.
Connor inwardly panicked. He didn’t want to worry Hank. He didn’t want to be a problem, especially when there wasn’t one in the first place. Right?
“I’m fine Hank.” He avoided Hank’s eyes. If he did then Hank would see his fear. And he didn’t want that. “I’m just excited.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Tell me the truth son.”
He closed his eyes once more. Should he express his concern? Or was that silly? Hank seemed concerned, perhaps it was best not to keep him in the dark. Sharing feelings is part of what makes people human, part of what makes him alive. And this was Hank he was talking too. He could talk to Hank.
“Truth is,” Connor paused choosing his words carefully. “I’m terrified.”
“Of what? What’s wrong?”
“It’s the parade. Every single time I-I fear the worst. I know it’s silly I just, can’t help being paranoid. I’m sorry Lieutenant--”
“It’s not silly. And I told you to stop with the ‘Lieutenant’ crap. I’m just Hank. Now I understand if you’re scared. It’s a normal thing. Every living being gets scared. If you want to stay home this time, I get it.”
Connor took a deep breath. He was truly thankful for Hank, and his guidance. It was almost like having a father. Wait. Hold on.
“I think there must be an error in my audio receptors. Did you just call me, son?”
Hank only laughed as he clapped Connor on the back.
“You’ve got a lot to learn Connor.”
He then made his way to fridge to grab himself a soda before plopping down on the couch.
“Now help me pick a movie will ya?”
Connor smiled.
“Of course. . . Dad.”
Soda was spilt everywhere.
