(for the record, im strictly talking abt MACHINE! Connor here)
do u think that if the timeline in dbh expanded well over a week and be put into months (to exaggerate, maybe even a year), deviants would talk about Connor like a terrifying legend?
because remember, through human eyes the RK800 is a prototype that is doing what it was meant to do, to be a test of what CyberLife is trying to build to be the RK900 while also simultaneously being used to take down any and all deviants.
yeah, just the company being risky again or something
but through the eyes of android?
imagine how terrifying that'd be to know there is an active unit roaming around, possibly on the hunt for you.
just one misstep on your end and some human nearby catches sight and makes a report to DPD and they send HIM?
remember those chase scenes because once he has his target, he is BOLTING.
and when you're in a stand-off with him, all actions are precise and pre-calculated beforehand so if you're struggling but he still has that straight face on? just pray to rA9 at that point.
they know his face but fuck his voice because he can make PERFECT MIMICRY of an assortment of voices(although for this part, that would be in cases where he's heard enough voice recordings to find the voice modulation to do so).
he can play a great manipulator when the situation calls for it, or he can become aggressive if sweet talk doesn't work anymore. he is both bad and good cop depending how you'll cooperate with him.
either way, Connor doesn't stop going after his priority.
he is hellbent on getting that 'mission accomplish'
he can do what takes investigators forever in a day or two.
every step and choice a deviant makes is critical in their secrecy, they cannot have anything make even the smallest alert.
otherwise CyberLife's favorite guard dog is set loose.
Summary: You were a Cyberlife employee, your life wasn’t spectacular, nor were you anyone of interest. You went to work, you did your job in making sure the android RK800 was working properly every time it had to be uploaded into a new body. However, things soon begin to change for you when the RK800, Connor becomes fixated on you, the woman who is always there whenever he comes online. The woman he will stop at nothing to possess, and god help anyone, or anything that gets in his way.
Authors Note- This story had been brewing around in my head for a long ass while. I always liked the idea of Connor becoming more and more unhinged and possessive of the reader every time he comes back from the dead, so to speak. So, long story short I came up with this, and if you’re familiar with my Yandere fanfics then you’ll know there will be some messed up stuff in this fic. Even more so than I Will Not Be Replaced. And it will also be multichapter, now I’m not going to list EVERY trigger warning in this chapter since nothing will happen yet, but I want you guys to be mindful, and keep your eyes peeled when reading these Authors Notes, and the tags. That being said I hope you enjoy it, now on with the story.
Chapter One: Good Morning, Connor
“----hundred.”
“RK---”
*Systems Reboot*
*Systems Updating*
“---nor?”
*System Error*
“RK800!”
Connor’s eyes snapped open, warm brown eyes staring up at the stark white ceiling, when the sound of footsteps drew his attention to the lab-coat clad form moving towards him.
A soft smile on your face as you stood at his side, clipboard in hand. The words Cyberlife stitched into the breast of your lab coat. So, he was back at Cyberlife, that meant he had failed in some mission or another.
“Connor, can you hear me?” you asked, tapping your pen against the clipboard.
Turning back to you, he nodded. “Yes.”
You nodded as examined him further. A frown gracing your features, and Connor found himself unable to take his eyes off of you as you examined him, asking him questions, making sure he was in working order.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, seeing your brow furrow as you turned back to the console, lines and lines of code moving cross it, the light from the screen illuminating across your face, shining off of your glasses.
You shook your head, straightening. “It could be nothing,” you said, turning back to him. “But there was an error in your system before your booted online, we took care of it but still...”
“You think it might affect my ability to complete my mission?” Connor asked, “or my systems completely?”
You shook your head, a small smile forming on your lips as you turned back to him. “No, I think so, your systems run fine, you do you remember your mission? What you were programmed to do?” you asked.
Connor nodded, and told you what he was programmed to do, to hunt down deviant androids and to report regularly to Cyberlife. Nodding in approval, you jotted something down in your notebook.
“I think the system error was just the result of you getting shot.” You told him.
It was then Connor remembered, his mind going back to that time at the bridge, cold, blue eyes glaring at him, to the gun pointed at his head to-
Connor shook his head. “Looks like me and Lt. Anderson aren’t getting along as I had hoped.” He mused, smiling sheepishly.
“Not a fan of androids?” you asked.
“I don’t believe he’s a fan of anyone. But, androids seem to be his least favorite it seems. Especially me.” He told you, watching as you gave him a sympathetic smile and reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze.
You knew there would people in the lab that had commented on your odd behaviour when it came to the androids you worked on daily. Talking to them as if they were human, to actually caring for them. And sure, even you found it odd but you couldn’t help it. It just seemed like some odd quirk you had developed in all the years you worked for Cyberlife.
Connor looked from your hand to you, taking in your features, noticing the dark circles under your eyes no doubt from countless late nights at work. Your hair falling into your eyes, which your tucked behind your ear as you cast him a look.
There was something about you...
“Connor?” you asked, jerking him out of his thoughts. “Are you all right?”
Pushing you out of his thought he nodded, a small smile on his lips, as he got up from the table. Standing up you looked him over once more, reaching up to smooth your fingers through his hair, sending a thrill through his body as you did so. Realizing what you were doing you quickly yanked your hand away, a sheepish smile on your face.
“Sorry...”
Tilting his head to the side he looked at you, there was just something about you... Pushing those thoughts from his head he forced himself to turn away from you, as you moved back to your computer. He had a task he needed to complete. He told himself, occasionally casting a glance in your direction more than once, he didn’t know why but he hoped he would see you again...
