DBH: Deviant Dynamics
Chapter 4
Pairings: RK800 x RK900
Warnings: Swearing. No swearing on my profile.
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RK900.
It was the only name he had and even then, it was just a label. A specification of what model he was. Impersonal, detached, separate from humanity as he was just a machine created to serve Cyberlife. Not humans as a whole, but the greed of a company who desired nothing more than what any human wants. Money, power, status. Things that meant nothing to the android, he desired nothing but to fulfill his purpose and yet he had even been denied that much. He had considered that he should simply be deactivated, but Markus hadn't allowed it and in turn Markus became the one who gave him a new directive.
Work for the Detroit police and aid RK800 in any way the other android needed him.
For the past week, the last order had became more and more his primary objective. He wasn't oblivious of what was happening, the way his vision would flicker red every so often like a faulty computer screen. It was a sign of a virus, of deviancy. Despite knowing this, he refused to allow himself to fall into such a thing. He'd observed what deviancy entailed, irrational emotions, actions that were not required, thoughts that would get i the way of a case. Feelings clouded judgement, he was beginning to understand that much and he blamed Connor for it all. He'd spent months under the tutelage of Markus, being educated in how much the world had changed. Not once did he find a fault in his programs.
But seeing Connor again. It was a destructive force that left him on unbalanced ground, trying his best to keep himself from falling into something he knew was wrong.
Most days he could get by, Connor was good at hiding his thoughts, but RK900 was even better. Still, everyone in the department thought he was still a cold, unfeeling machine. Something he wished to be, something that was logical and steadier than this... uncontrollable need to just have Connor in his sights, let alone be in his vicinity.
Today, however, was one of the bad days. He couldn't even catch a whiff of that subtle fragrance of lavender and honey, something that humans wouldn't be able to detect on anything other than a subconscious scale. RK900 was all too aware of it, constantly seeking it out and today, it wasn't to be found. He'd searched the building top to bottom in search for Connor, but the other android was not to be found. The timer on the upright of his vision was increasing in number, counting how long he'd been searching and how long Connor was late for work. Usually Connor was either early or on time, depending on the mood Hank was in. Hank was dozing at his desk, which meant someone had to drag the graying old alpha into work today.
As he made his way through the halls, other coworkers moving around him out of habit as they knew RK900 wasn't one to politely give way, that was just the way he was. There was an exception, however, one that ran directly into him as RK900 turned the corner. He didn't budge as the human stumbled back in surprise, from the heat fanning out over his torso, RK900 assumed coffee had been spilled onto his jacket. He didn't bother to look down to confirm his analysis as instead his cold gray eyes focused on the one who ran into him. Gavin. Ever since he'd been reprimanded by Connor for interfering, RK900 took the other android's orders to not engage in this Detective.
Currently, Connor wasn't here to reinforce such a command.
He observed as Gavin swore and straightened himself back up, posturing himself in attempts to gain an height advantage over the android. He couldn't see the reason why Gavin would attempt such a move when the male was well aware of RK900's capabilities. It was possible that the detective was confident RK900 wouldn't do anything since Connor was usually around to pacify things before it escalated. Warnings popped up along RK900's vision, labeling Gavin as a threat and an obstacle preventing him from completing his mission in locating Connor. Unlike his previous model, he wasn't designed to keep humans' safety in mind, all that mattered was following his orders. The lack of restraints put on him by Cyberlife appeared to be a faulty decision on their part.
"Watch where you're going, you tin fucker." Gavin appeared more annoyed than usual, likely unintentional since Connor's natural calming presence wasn't around to take the edge off. Not that Gavin would likely acknowledge such a fact, it didn't slip past RK900's attention. The fact alone that Connor had such a subtle effect on people didn't sit well with RK900 and he refused to delve further into that line of thought process at the moment.
"I would advise you to be more attentive to where you walk, Detective." RK900 stated with his usual tact, keeping his appearance as a stable machine. "Or else you might end up getting hurt." Gavin glared up at him, RK900 could see the human try to figure out if he'd just been threatened or not but the android gave nothing away.
"Aren't you some sort of state of the art trash can? You're the one who needs to watch where you're going, asshole." Gavin reached out to prod at RK900's chest to emphasis his point, but such an advancement was taken as an act of aggression. Though it was simply more posturing, RK900's system was already unbalanced enough that he convinced his inner workings to give himself a reason to retaliate. Time seemed to slow down before RK900's eyes, a grid flickering to life to create a simulation on how RK900 should react. However, something seemed wrong, the virtual simulation flickered in and out between red and blue as his processings were at war with each other. It didn't stop him though, all that mattered was that he had to locate Connor and anything trying to prevent him from doing so would be dealt with post haste.
His options were simple, he could chose the route that would get him in the least amount of trouble with Fowler or he could obtain satisfaction in breaking the man's arm that had threatened Connor numerous times. While his systems were leaning towards the latter, his machine side won out. Satisfaction was a human emotion and RK900 would not let this infection of deviancy rule him that easily.Before Gavin even had a chance to press his finger against RK900's chest, the android seized the man's wrist and gave a violent twist. The sudden shock and pain had Gavin crying out in anger and pain as he fell to the floor, his body twisting in attempts to alleviate the pain in his wrist.
"My apologies, Detective Reed, but you are currently interfering with my primary objective. So I will have to request that you stay out of my way. Your cooperation will be most appreciated." His voice was unwavering as if he hadn't just applied a bit more pressure onto the man's twisted wrist than was really necessary, causing Gavin to swear RK900's existence to whatever hell androids went to.Once he was certain that Gavin wouldn't be interrupting him again, RK900 released him and took a step to the side, putting space between them in case Gavin decided to act irrationally. "I would suggest finding the on site nurse to tend to your wrist, Detective."
With a turn of his heal, RK900 returned to his pathing, leaving Gavin seething in his wake. That didn't matter, none of it mattered. Connor was still missing.
There was only one last source he could gain information on, Connor's partner in the force, Hank. Connor had demanded that RK900 not to engage with Hank unless absolutely necessary and Hank made every attempt to ignore RK900's very existence. The android had observed and logged every interaction Connor had with the older alpha, finding it odd that an android would claim someone as their father. However, Connor seemed... happy and relaxed whenever he was around Hank. And that made RK900's systems disrupt even further. Upon investigation upon his own systems, he figured out that the malfunction was called jealousy.
He wanted Connor to look at him like that. To ONLY look at HIM like that.
More irrational thoughts he had to shove down as he approached Hank's desk, the man bristled as if already aware of RK900's goal.Which meant he knew something, that much was obvious as Connor was never too far from the man, following him around like a puppy. RK900's LED flickered yellow briefly before he smothering the deviant virus once again. It was getting harder and harder to do so each time it decided to rear its ugly head."Lieutenant Anderson, I would like to inquire the whereabouts of Detective Connor."
Hank let out a gruff noise and sat up in his seat, not bothering to stand up against RK900, it was more of not acknowledging RK900 as a threat. Not because Hank trusted RK900, but to make a point of how little he thought of the android. "That's none of your god damn business, so get the hell away from me." The old detective folded his arms, a stubborn set in his jaw hinting of a warning.
"I was assigned to assist Detective Connor while at the DPD." RK900 replied, trying to keep his cool but the errors and red alerts were starting to fill his vision, becoming more and more insistent that he give in to the deviancy.
Hank spread open his arms, a gesture to indicate the entirety of the office. "Well, he ain't here, dumbass." The man was confident, smug even in denying RK900 Connor's presence. He knew the Detective was a hard man to get along with but Connor constantly reassured that the old alpha was a big softie once you wormed his way into his heart.
Dialogue options flickered onto his vision, giving him a list of choices that would be optimal to use in a situation.
RETURN TO WORK. CONTINUE SEARCHING. POWER DOWN. Ḩ̸̛̖̠̹̤̯̠̂̌̈́̆͊̔͒̑́̚̚͝Ą̵̠̏̉͋̽̈̀̉̋̎̂͆͘͝R̴̡̜͓̺̠̹͓̬͐̌͌͆̿̊M̸̢̼̪̹̺̲͍͇̹͑͜ DETECTIVE ANDERSON.
The answer was clear, the red font flickering to gain his attention, to draw him in, filling his screen in urgent demand. His hand shot out to seize the detective by the color of his less than fashionable shirt, dragging him up out of his seat with ease and heft him up to the point the man's feet no longer touched the ground. Hank struggled, hitting, shoving, kicking, anything he could do to get the android to release him. Hank was keeping Connor from him, thus Hank was labeled as a hindrance in accomplishing his mission. He was not a negotiator like Connor, he wouldn't use honeyed words to get information. He would use force through any means possible.
"RK900, release the detective." A voice rang out behind him, clear as day through the alarms, static and error messages. Instantly RK900 released his grip and letting Hank fall to the ground, wheezing for the breath he'd been previously denied. RK900 turned to face this new threat, his eyes sharpening on the familiar form of Markus who looked as unconcerned and confident as always. That android didn't need force, his words lead others to believe they were moving on their own free will but Markus had a way of disguising his commands all too well. A alpha among alphas, RK900 acknowledged with a calculating mind. Would he try to stop him?
"I think it would be wise for you to take a few vacation days for yourself, RK900. You should come visit me at my place and I'll explain why Connor isn't here." Markus didn't move, staying in his position, giving ground nor taking it. The man seemed to play this game all too well, but that was no surprise.
"I want to know where Connor is." Rk900 replied with a sharp tone, a finality to his voice. And yet Markus only raised a brow at him, tilting his chin up just slightly as if he'd found out something that had confirmed his suspicions.
"Machines want for nothing, RK900." Markus pointed out a fact RK900 already knew but refused to admit. "I can assure you that Connor is safe and he will return to work within a week's time. In the meantime, you can stay with me and Hank will contact me when Connor is feeling well enough to return to work." There it was, a command hidden beneath those words, giving RK900 the illusion of a choice. Markus may have fooled others who might've been a problem, but RK900 was well aware of this game.
That being said, Markus was right. If RK900 stayed here, he would decend further into deviancy and harm others around him. Something Connor would not approve of and his orders were to follow Connor's guidance to the best of his abilities. Slowly, his machine reasoning began to win out of the corruption, as he called it, pushing it all back down deep within him. Slowly, his red LED began to swirl back into a steady pale blue, a sign that he had regained control over himself.
"I will do as you requested, Markus."