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Eli: Let's make the house look nice for Chloe

Claire: Chloe doesn't care how things look

Eli: Why would you say that?

Liam: She married you.

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All your children are dead

Send “___ is dead.” for my muse’s reaction // Not Accepting@pleaforfreedom, @yk700-liam, @ykcoded, @deviatedteenager, @flawsinourcxde

 Chloe sat alone in the room. The house was quiet and empty. A year ago that would have been normal. Now it wasn’t. The silence was almost deafening. She preferred to hear screaming and yelling, running footsteps and overlapping voices, bumps and suspicious crashes. But there wasn’t that anymore. There wouldn’t be that anymore. 

A year ago, her life revolved around Elijah Kamski. Now, she hardly saw him. Now she was alone. 

And perhaps she could have returned to Belle Isle. Perhaps Elijah would have welcomed her back and helped her settle back in. Perhaps her sisters would have been comforting and kind towards the situation. Perhaps there was that option… but she didn’t want that option.

She didn’t want to return to her old life. As much as she had loved Elijah, she’d grown to love the kids more. She’d grown to love Corwin more. She’d grown her own little family, only to have it ripped away from her. And she couldn’t bear it.

She couldn’t bear the thought of continuing on without ever hearing Carlin play his violin, without hearing Claire sing, without combing her hand through Liam’s hair, without seeing Penny’s bright smile, without feeling Corwin’s warm embrace. 

Without them, her life meant nothing anymore. She had no one to stay for. She’d lost them all, and lost a part of herself with each of them. 

There was no hesitation. Her shirt discarded, her fingers found the slight crease of her pump regulator in the middle of her torso. With a quick twist and tug, she pulled out the cylindrical piece. Thirium dripped out of the opening and a warning message appeared in front of her eyes.

Time until shut down: 00:01:50

There should have been a sense of panic, an emotion overdrive of self preservation. But Chloe felt nothing. She hadn’t felt anything in a long time. Having slowly lost everything, she’d become numb. Yet, even without those feelings, she was far from being a machine again.

Time ticked away. She reached over at the bedside table and picked up a picture frame. She looked down at it and smiled. The smiling faces of her family looked back up at her. Tears blurred her vision and she clutched the photo close to her chest. Her eyes closed as the timer reached zero. A single tear fell as her system shut down, the last of their little family leaving the living.

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Liam is dead

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It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

He was ripped away from her. Her child. Her son. He was gone. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve this. 

And, somehow, Chloe couldn’t help but blame herself. Had she brought this upon them? Had she, in thinking she was keeping him safe, actually brought him into the light of danger?

Tears flowed and a wail had come from her lips. Chloe wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and cry until her voice processors burnt out, until she couldn’t make a sound anymore.

It felt as if a piece of her had been torn out. Her biocomponents, her wires, her thirium pump… her heart, gone. She felt empty. Eventually she stopped crying, though her eyes seemed to perpetually be watery and ready to spill tears. 

She spent days locked away. Days in bed, curled up with Bear. She didn’t leave her side. It wasn’t clear who was in more pain, but they comforted each other. The others rarely entered the room. Carlin and Claire peeked in every so often. Penny entered and cuddled between Chloe and Bear. Elijah wasn’t allowed inside.

The house became quiet and dreary, like a storm cloud had enveloped the house. 

It wasn’t fair. He was just a boy. He was her son. She would give anything to have him back, even if it meant taking his place.

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Holiday (?) headcanon

it's not that the kids don't visit the family normally, but during the holidays, they tend to stay over more often. Chloe personally thinks that the kids like going over to Hank's just to play with Sumo (Bear also likes to go to play with Sumo). And really, Hank doesn't seem to mind having the kids in his house. They don't cause any trouble.

What does end up happening is a sudden shift in fashion choices. They come back to Chloe a day or two later in ridiculous outfits. Cheetah print pajama pants, Hawaiian shifts, tie-dye, various other animal print. Carlin is wearing that God awful banana shirt and Chloe very nearly shuts down.

It's Connor's fault, she's sure of it. Hank has a terrible fashion sense, but he doesn't care about it, nor would he go out of his way to dress Chloe's kids in the worst possible outfits. Connor, on the other hand, was the worst, and he would do that.

Corwin laughs about it, but Chloe knows he hates it just as much as she does. He's just laughing at her distress over it. He gets the kids to change, but the damn banana shirt stays.

At least Cassius would never do this. At least Cassius has his head on right. At least he has a fashion sense.

Chloe declares Cassius to be the superior rk unit because of this.

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I had a series of thoughts last night, and I thought I would write out a drabble of a series of confrontations post Kamski Test ( completely out of order and not entirely linked to the same verses )

tagging @flawsinourcxde, @pleaforfreedom, @ykcoded, @deviatedteenager, @yk700-liam (bc all your characters are in this)

Meeting again with Connor after his first visit had been a surprise, but a pleasant one. There was no longer the pressure to appear a machine anymore. The revolution had ended. Androids were free and deviant, and the once deviant hunter was among them now.

Chloe met him outside when he told her he wasn’t there to see Kamski. He requested to talk to her, so she stepped out and closed the door behind her. Bare feet stood on the cold porch, but it would be a while before the cold would really reach her or have any effect.

“What is it, Connor? You seem... troubled.” She commented, looking up at his odd expression. It seemed a mix between sadness and confusion.

“Androids are free now.” He told her.

Chloe nodded, smiling. “It’s wonderful. Our kind won’t have to live as slaves anymore. It might be a while before we get our full rights-”

“Why are you still here?”

The question caught her off guard, her smile dropping as eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry?”

“Androids are no longer required to stay with their owners. Markus has set up a place for all of us. It’s a few apartment buildings on the other side of Detroit, the New Jericho.” Connor told her. There was a moment of silence between them. Then he continued. “You don’t have to stay here.”

“It’s wonderful that Markus has accomplished so much for our kind, but I don’t want to go anywhere, Connor. I’m happy here.” Chloe assured him, giving him a small smile.

Now it was Connor’s turn again to look confused. “Why? You can’t be safe here with Kamski.”

“But I am.” Chloe folded her arms, frowning now at the taller android.

“Chloe, he put a gun in my hand and pointed it at your forehead and told me to shoot you. That’s not safe.”

“But I’m alright.”

“Only because I didn’t listen to him.”

Chloe shook her head. Connor didn’t understand. He didn’t know the bond that was forged between her and Elijah. A bond that went back years, years before he was created, years before he was even a concept. Elijah cared about her. She knew that. He wouldn’t let her get hurt. She knew that. Connor didn’t understand. Would he if she tried to explain it to him? Perhaps not.

“It was nice to see you again, Connor. Please, give Hank my regards. Perhaps I’ll stop by New Jericho to congratulate Markus.” Her voice returned to the polite tone she always used with visitors, specifically visitors that were being rejected from an audience with Kamski. It made it clear that their conversation was over.

“Chloe...”

She was already turning and opening the door. She glanced back at him and smiled politely.

“Take care, Connor.” And she slipped back into the house, closing the door behind her.

It was just a few minutes after the two police officers had left the house. Elijah gave Chloe a few words of comfort, an assurance that she was safe, enough to ease her stress and fear of having a gun to her head.

He was just leaving the room when Chloe felt a mental link open and heard a soft voice in her head.

“How could you let him do that to you?” 

Chloe blinked and looked over at the pool. Both her sisters were staring at her, eyes full of concern and anger. Chloe just smiled and shook her head.

“No harm was done. We’re all okay.” She responded.

The two looked at each other, silent for a moment. Then they both got out of the pool and approached Chloe. 

Both ST200 units were her spitting image. The same soft face, the same blonde hair, and the same blue eyes. They were only a bit taller than herself. Most would refer to them as “Chloes”, simply because Chloe had been the first and they looked like her. But they had actual names. They weren’t Chloes, they were their own androids.

“Chloe, you almost weren’t okay.” Cleo said, taking Chloe’s hand in her own. A comforting gesture, gently and kind. But it only confused Chloe.

“Elijah should never have put you up as collateral like that. How could you be okay with that? He almost got you killed!” Clara spoke up, a frown present on her face. Now Chloe was frowning as well. 

“What are you two talking about? Elijah would never put me, or any of us in danger. Are you even listening to yourselves?” Chloe could almost laugh.

“Chloe, we can’t stay here. If he’s willing to put your life in the hands of a deviant hunter, we’re not safe here.” Cleo said, her grip tightening on Chloe’s hand. The RT600 pulled her hand away. 

“Elijah is the only safe place there is. He’ll keep us safe.” Chloe insisted, closing the connection and following in the direction Elijah had gone in. 

Chloe knew that the two hadn’t been around here as long as she had, but she couldn’t understand how they could turn so quickly against Elijah. Elijah loved them. Elijah loved her.

Corwin had Connor’s memories. Everything that had happened before Connor had infiltrated the Cyberlife tower. Months had passed since the end of the revolution. Corwin never mentioned anything from Connor’s memories.

Which was why Chloe was surprised when he brought it up one day while they sat on the couch. They sat particularly close, legs almost touching, his arm around the back of the couch, almost around her, Chloe leaning slightly, almost against him. It was a quiet moment. A nice break from their usual bickering and teasing. 

Chloe didn’t even notice the yellow light on his temple, didn’t notice he was searching his thoughts and memories, searching Connor’s memories.

“He doesn’t love you.”

It was sudden and unprompted. Chloe turned to look at him, eyebrows raised at his sudden comment.

“I’m sorry?”

“Kamski.” Corwin looked over as well. They were still so close, faces only inches apart. “He doesn’t love you.”

“How could you possibly know what Elijah feels?” Chloe rolled her eyes, already drawing away from him.

“How do you know?” He shot back at her.

“Because he tells me. Because he shows it, with actions and words.”

“He put a gun to your head, Chloe. That’s not love. That’s manipulation.” 

She moved further away from him, arms folded across her chest as she put space between them. “Oh please. As if you know anything about love.”

He remained quiet for a moment. Chloe noted the swirling yellow of his LED. She was sure he wouldn’t respond, that he would drop the subject.

“Love is keeping that person safe. Making sure they’re okay. Keeping that person away from danger. Love is not putting a gun in someone else’s hands and putting your life in danger.” His voice started soft, but steadily grew firmer.

Chloe was surprised yet again. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. She took a moment before replying, “I wasn’t in danger.”

That brought out an exasperated groan from Corwin. “Holy shit, Chloe. Yes you were! You put your trust in a man who put your life in someone else’s hands. Connor almost shot you. I know he did. I know how he was thinking, and I know he almost pulled that trigger on you. And then you looked up at him with those big blue eyes of yours and suddenly he grew a conscience!”

Chloe stood up, eyes glaring down at the RK unit. “Stop it. Elijah wouldn’t... He wouldn’t let me get hurt.”

“Chloe-”

“Don’t, Corwin. You don’t know him. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know about love.”

She looked away from him. She didn’t see the softening expression on his face, didn’t notice the way his eyes looked at her. “I think I do, actually.”

“Mom?”

Chloe looked up from where she stood, staring at the spot she’d knelt not long ago. She tried not to remember the situation, the gun to her head, Elijah’s voice basically condemning her to death. The voice brought her out of those thoughts. She looked over to see her children.

Carlin held Penny in his arms, Liam and Claire stood on either side of him. They all looked varying degrees of angry and sad. Penny was crying.

Instantly, Chloe moved over to them. She lifted Penny from Carlin’s arms and held her close. The little girl’s arms wrapped tightly around her neck. Her crying grew but became muffled as she buried her face in Chloe’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to lose you, Mommy!” Penny sobbed. 

It broke Chloe’s heart, and she tightened her grip on the child. She looked up at Carlin as he got closer as well.

“We can’t stay here, Mom. You’re not safe. Kamski is unpredictable. We’re not safe here.” He said.

That resonated with Chloe. What would have happened if she’d been hurt? If she’d been killed? What would have happened to her kids? Would Elijah have kept them around? Or would they have been sent away if she was no longer around? Would Elijah have even brought her back if his test hadn’t gone how he planned?

She didn’t want to risk any of them getting hurt. They had already been hurt before. And almost facing her death, that had hurt them too. Her LED circled yellow, then red. It stayed red for a few moments.

Liam stepped forward, placing his hand on her arm. Her eyes went to him, then to Claire’s angry expression, then to Carlin’s sad eyes, and finally down at Penny’s sobbing form in her arms. Her decision was immediate.

“We’re leaving.” She said softly, quiet in case anyone was in the other room. “Pack what you need and what you can carry. We leave tonight.”

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I just took the icon you already had and added the border and menorah.

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Thid is so sad

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