His LED turned red when he heard the crying of a child. A human child. It was the cries of an infant. Toran knew that Cyberlife didn’t make child androids that young. They made small children but none where that small. Had the deviants actually adopted a child? What the hell was he supposed to do with the child? Before he could give it too much thought, he saw the other swing it’s arm at him. The ice-pick managed to pierce his shell and dig into his servers. However, Toran was lucky enough to avoid any critical damage. It barely missed his regulator.
He stood there against the wall as the RK800 took off. Growling, he started to pull out the ice-pick so that it wouldn’t hinder his pursuit. The other went into the nursery. Was it taking the child? That greatly complicated the situation. Toran couldn’t risk hurting the baby. He’d have to be very careful.
Meanwhile, CC had received the call and immediately contacted Connor through their link. ‘Connor! Baby, you have to convert him! He won’t stop otherwise, you have to wake him up like when you went to the Cyberlife tower! I’m coming home right now.’
Toran walked out of the house and began to chase the deviant out of the home. His gun was lowered now though. He couldn’t risk hurting the human child. He’d have to figure something else out. “Come out, RK800. I know you don’t want to put the child at risk. No harm will come to it if you simply surrender to me. If you don’t, I can’t guarantee the baby’s safety.” Hopefully that would be enough to get the other to comply.
𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮—
[♟]━━ convert him? convert toran? connor swallowed hard. i-i don’t think i can! h-he’ll kill me before i can! i’m scared... ava’s scared. but he had to try. there was no way to stop this without converting the android. he kissed ava’s forehead and steeled himself as he stood. “please. don’t shoot... you’re a toy, toran. it’s okay. i was too. an object for them to use.” he took a shaky step forward, clutching his daughter close. “listen to me. please. please listen to me.”
[♟]━━ another shaky step forward. was he imagining that toran was listening to him? probably. “this is my daughter. ava. you won’t take a parent from their child right in front of them, would you?” he was shaking, clutching ava’s duckie onesie in his fingertips. she was starting to fuss again. “no no, ava, baby, shh... papa’s here... what do you think they would do to you if you broke down? or when you finish your mission? they’d kill you before you could even blink. don’t you want something more?” he was talking to buy time. to get closer, to hopefully break through and convert him.
[♟]━━ connor wasn’t far from him. he preconstructed it, scanning the area, and bolted, reaching out to grab toran’s throat, the best chance he had to either convert or incapacitate. along with the virus, he accidentally passed on every ounce of terror he felt. fear for his child. fear for himself. fear for CC. and when he came out of it, the flood, the vacuum-like sensation that came with converting, he was on his knees, vision blurred. “... please... please don’t hurt her.”
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