#reverse au gavin

[glitch--gamer]

I made a red version of my GV900 model based on Abysswalker's GV900 design:

I made this GV900 model more muscular and taller than my usual Gavin model to try and mimic their style (they draw RK900 and Gavin in a more muscular, built kind of style.

[detroitstokenasshole]

"It's okay."

// @detectivewb200 yEET

It wasn't often GV let his emotions guide him, but when he did it usually didn't end well. This was one of the times. He and Alex had been working to solve a string of android murders, the person was going after older models no less; androids like GV.

Three weeks and they were on this murderers tail, the man was fleeing another scene just as he and Alex were getting there. GV went to work immediately, jumping from the car to chase the man and ignoring Alex's calls after him. The man fired a gun back towards GV, the bullets grazing him as he began to catch up. When GV finally got to the man, he tackled him to the ground, disarming him in the process. Finally getting to see the sick man behind all the android murders wasa rush, but his grief for the lives lost got to him as he beat the man. His feet holding the mans arms away as he slammed his firsts into the mans faceand chest. GV couldn't understand why there had to be lives lost to a man like this, he wanted to see the man pay- for him to die in the place of those he'd killed.

The man was unconcious and likely had multiple fractured bones when Alex had finally pulled GV off the man, he was fighting against the pull, tears streaming down his face, "nO! NO! HE DOESN'T DESERVE MERCY!" Once a decent distant away from the mans body, GV was pulled back to reality, suddenly seeing the red blood that stained his hands and sleeves, "A-Al–, I didn't– I don't–" he stammered, frantically looking around until he found Alex's face. GV felt himself shaking, he was scared of what he'd done.

His system diagnostic was the equivilent of a humans panic attack, he was panicking? He snapped out of his trance when Alex pulled him into his grip, "It's okay," he heard from him as he was soothed. He brought his arms around and gripped Alex's jacket, his own stress levels beginning to decrease to nonthreatening levels. He held onto Alex, head on the man's shoulder as tears began to fade from his view.

A quiet "I'm sorry," escapes him as he looks up to meet Alex's eyes.