#RK900 Angst

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Episode 51

💔 I might've overdid it with the angst…

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Nines x Reader Angst

Note: This fic is based upon the poems mentioned within this ask, and is pretty heavily steeped in angst (though I was sure to end it on a more hopeful note this time). I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3,133

It was the first of the month, and your fingers pulled deftly at the small segments of the orange, shredding the paper-thin flesh with a practiced ease that Nines couldn't quite comprehend.

Your hands were gentle yet confident, your nails never once piercing the delicate surface of the fruit that you held so loosely between your fingertips and palms.

You smiled up at him softly, your eyes shining with a quiet and peaceful type of joy that remained entirely unknown to the android sitting across from you.

It was mid afternoon, and the two of you sat outside in the warm sunlight at your insistence.

"If we have to do this."

You'd said,

"We should at least have a little fun with it, don't you think?"

Nines did not think.

But he did nod.

And from there, you had guided him outside of the large compound that housed your office and out to the greenery below, where small purple flowers had begun to sprout out of the ground now that the rainy season was over.

Distantly, Nines could hear water dribbling out of a culvert not too far from where the two of you were sitting atop a stone step that stemmed from the pathway, and he was reminded of the garden that lay somewhere in the depths of his mind, and the voice that had taught him everything that he'd known.

That was why he was here.

To unlearn.

Once the revolution had ended, most androids, after having deviated, went on to live normal lives filled with that feeble sense of accomplishment that all biological beings seemed to strive for.

But Nines was unable to do so.

Something gripped him even still, from deep within, pulling him away from whatever emulated humanity his "freed" brethren had achieved.

He had deviated, but he was still so stuck.

There was still a harsh layer of programming that seemed to dictate his very personality and being, and it permeated every sense of self that he was apparently supposed to have.

Sometimes, it confused him, the fact that he could not quite relate to those around him who had been so eager in their expression and so capable of thinking with their "hearts" rather than their minds.

Other times, it just frightened him.

He would never admit it aloud, but one of very few emotions he had felt since his awakening was fear.

Fear for what he was and what was wrong with him, fear over whether or not it was possible for him to change, and above all else, fear of what it may have felt like to feel in that same way that everyone else did.

What was it like to hope and express so simply? To grieve or hurt?

Was it worth moving forward if there was no going back?

In the end, Markus had answered that for him with his new "support resources".

It appeared that for many androids who were in some ways like Nines, built for violence and without that integral ability to connect with others,

Deviancy did not fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle.

So now, he and many other androids all over America saw people like you.

Trained in a skill that he could not comprehend, and meant to be closer to a friend than a therapist, he was supposed to see you on the first and the fourteenth of each month, and somehow, you were supposed to teach him that evasive art of emotion, of humanity.

He was unsure of how anyone could do this, but, out of curiosity more than anything else, had agreed nonetheless.

At worst, he would meet a new face. Being a deviant who was not in touch with his own emotions made for a boring life. The more people he could introduce into it to give him something new to focus on, the better.

So here he was

Sitting outside with a near stranger as you peeled your orange across from him, offering him that kind smile as if you had it in infinite supply and were required to get rid of some stock.

The birds were chirping, and the water was running, and the day was as peaceful as could be.

But Nines never much cared for the silence, so he spoke through it.

"What made you take this job?"

He asked curiously, watching as your hands ceased movement for the briefest of moments, as if your thoughts had required just a twinge more focus for a second or two, before you answered.

"I like making friends."

You said simply, and Nines rose a brow at that, but did not say anything more. He did not truly see the value of friends. Sure, he found people to be entertaining, but there was a tiresome quality to being viewed that he did not enjoy nearly enough for it to be worth building strong relationships.

So instead of commenting, the android simply nodded, as if he understood.

He could see in your eyes though, still alight with amusement, that you knew he did not.

You were silent for a few more moments as you wedged your finger between the two halves of the orange, splitting it in twain before you began removing the silky white film from the dual outsides.

Finally though, after it seemed that the part requiring your attention had passed, you brought your gaze back up to Nines.

"What made you accept this opportunity?"

The android was surprised to hear your question, but in the end decided to be honest. There was no sake in lying, not if he truly wished to learn anything.

"I was curious."

He said simply, and you nodded before inspecting both halves of the fruit in front of you, smiling with what appeared to be satisfaction.

It intrigued Nines to see you so appeased by something as simple as an orange, but before he could ask about it and your obvious contentedness, you reached out and offered him a freshly peeled half.

Nines stared at it for a few moments before his gaze moved back up to yours.

He rose a brow.

"What for?"

He asked, unmoving despite knowing that you wished for him to take it.

"You."

You replied simply, smile never wavering, even as he still didn't move to take the fruit from your hand.

"I can't eat it."

He stated matter of factly, but to that, you just nodded.

"I know. But it's still for you."

At that, Nines grew even more confused than he already was, but, intrigued about where you could be going with this, reached out and took the orange, feeling its soft flesh squish beneath the sturdy pads of his fingertips, his grip too strong, as if he weren't made to hold onto something so easily crushed.

And, to be fair, he wasn't.

Even still, if you were at all upset by the way the orange half was almost instantly disfigured within his palm, you didn't show it, simply choosing to slowly peel a segment of your own orange away from the large section you were holding in your hand before popping it into your waiting mouth.

Nines spoke again.

"Why an orange?"

He asked, watching as you shrugged your shoulders casually, swallowing your bite of the slightly tart fruit before you replied,

"My sister and I always used to split them. They're good for sharing."

Nines rose a brow at that,

"Only for sharing?"

You nodded,

"I think so. At least that's what my sister and I always said. I would peel it because she could never figure out how to on her own, and she would eat half to leave me with just the perfect amount."

Nines nodded, as if in understanding, and perhaps, some small part of him was honest in that.

"But I can't eat it."

He said simply, causing you to smile once more,

"That doesn't matter, you can still smell it can't you? Feel it? Either way, you'd better learn how to enjoy it, because it's yours."

Nines hummed in response to your words, watching as you finished your half of the orange before sighing blissfully and moving to lay yourself down atop the grass.

He stayed on the concrete path, but watched without judgement or disdain for your playful actions.

He didn't understand you, but a part of him liked that. It made you equals.

He left that day with your name locked into his calendar for the fourteenth of the month.

Because maybe there was something to sharing an orange with you.

When he returned later that month, you'd had another orange to share with him, and to his surprise, another for him to peel himself.

"To practice."

You'd said as you presented it to him shortly before you started peeling your own, the afternoon sun warm on your face and back as it shone down from above.

Nines had watched you for a few moments, noting the way that you used your thumb to pierce the firm rind of the fruit just enough to break the seal, but never enough to stab the sweet citrus inside.

He tried to do the same, but instantly, his thumb plunged directly into the center, spraying juice everywhere.

Much to his surprise though, you didn't laugh or correct him, you just shrugged your shoulders and offered him a half of yours, somehow already peeled so cleanly he was almost envious.

"You'll learn."

You'd said.

There hadn't been an ounce of hesitance in your voice.

He believed you.

Months passed, and to each visit, regardless of the season, you always brought two oranges.

And at each visit, he always failed to emulate your delicate hands, crushing fruit after fruit with what he would come to learn was his own rash eagerness to succeed.

He was impatient and irrational, never waiting long enough to hear a single soul out, never caring to make a friend.

Unless of course, they were you.

He learned these things about himself, and with each coming realization, there was always the soothing smell of orange in the air, and thus the knowledge that it was okay for him to be irrational and impatient here.

Here was with you, and where you were, there was not only a space for him, but also an orange for him.

You peeled the oranges, and he made sure you were left with the perfect amount to eat afterward.

You were a team.

Friends.

And then, slowly, more.

And it was with this development, that Nines learned that he did not have hands gentle enough to peel an orange, but he did have hands gentle enough to hold you.

And twice a month, the two of you would sit in his kitchen, each with an orange, and you would peel them.

You were ever an expert, and always had your half to share.

Nines, on the other hand, even after years, had yet to learn, and struggled to follow your example.

Still, you always assured him that his slow, and sometimes seeming lack of progress, was okay.

You would always have enough for the two of you.

And what else mattered?

Well, it turned out, as the years marched onward, a lot.

Because sure, Nines was much better at understanding and expressing his own emotions with your continued support...

But as he watched those around you, he realized that there was so very much more.

None of which he could provide you with.

Cold and stern, he was not made to have a family, and when he told you this, he had seen that perfect light dim slightly behind your eyes.

"That's okay."

You had assured him,

"We can get a cat."

So you did.

You walked into that rescue shelter together, hand in hand, searching for a kitten to take home with you, something to nurture with all of that extra love you had.

But life had other plans, and you left there that day with an elderly orange former tomcat named Clementine.

You called him Clem.

Nines did too.

He was the second thing he ever loved.

The two of you had three wonderful years with that sweet old cat before he passed away peacefully in your arms one night as Nines gently pet his head, watching as he slipped away to some vast unknown that the android knew he would never be able to follow him into.

You cried into his soft fur, leaning against your love's chest as you held Clem close, whimpering over and over about how you couldn't put him down, how you couldn't bare to let him grow cold.

Nines had soothed you to the best of his ability, until finally, you had agreed to help him return sweet Clementine to the earth where he belonged, a beautiful and perfect part of the world.

You planted an orange tree in the soil above where you buried him.

It blossomed far earlier than what ever should have been possible.

You told Nines that they were the sweetest oranges you had ever eaten. He still couldn't peel them.

You assured him you were happy to keep showing him until he learned, no matter how long it took.

But now, there were more daunting issues on the android's mind, ones that far exceeded being unable to peel oranges.

You had grown lonely in the year since Clem had passed, even with Nines by your side,

And it seemed like every party you attended had some new mother, once an old friend, with a child for you to hold so dearly that the sight filled him with a sickening dread.

You yearned for a life he could not give you.

And even worse than that, he yearned for you to have a life that no other could take.

He had mourned the only other creature he had come to love and adore with such fervor as you.

He could not bare to do it a second time.

He had once wondered so innocently what it felt like to grieve.

A large part of him wished then that he had never known.

An even larger part of him wanted to ensure he never felt that way again.

He peeled his last orange with you on the first of the month, a decade to the date since your first meeting.

That evening, with a heart as heavy as lead he bid you farewell, watching as you tried to no avail to persuade him to reconsider, to let you back in again.

But at each slight falter, he saw you crying into soft orange fur, or dancing with a child he could never raise, and he held tight to his resolve.

He tried to get you to keep the home you owned together for yourself.

You told him with tears in your eyes that you loved him too much to take away all that he had worked so hard to earn.

There was a great deal of pain involved with living alone in a home that love had built, he found in the empty months toward the start of your absence.

Still, he could not bring himself to leave.

Your pictures were in the hall, the walls around them sun bleached so heavily that it seemed the shape of the frames would always remain, and how could he so casually abandon one of so few traces of you?

And your beloved cat was in the ground, grave marked by the orange tree that for the very first time ever, neglected to bear fruit that year.

Nines took it as a sign, and did not peel any oranges.

The second year after you'd left, you called him.

"Just checking in." You'd said, voice teary.

It was the anniversary of Clem's death.

Nines understood.

He let you speak, even though your voice hurt to hear.

He'd hoped you would have moved on by now,

But knew far too well why you had not,

So he neglected to comment on how desperately you deserved to love and be loved by someone, anyone else.

He was sure you would find that someday, whether he reminded you of your worthiness or not.

"I miss you."

You told him.

"I know."

He said.

Then, he sighed.

"I miss you too."

There was a strong silence, and, sensing that you had finished saying all that you needed to, he said the words he had been dreading having to speak since hearing your beautiful voice again after having gone so long without it.

"This will probably be the last time I answer."

He said gently, and he heard you sigh and breathe a shaky breath from the other end of the line.

"I know."

You whispered,

"I love you."

Nines felt a tear drip down the left side of his face at these three simple words, but returned them with a deep and painful honesty,

"I love you too."

He hung up shortly thereafter, because he knew you never would.

After that, the orange tree stopped blooming again for another three years.

Until finally, one bright summer day, on the first of the month, Nines exited his home to find a single ripe orange on the tree.

He picked it carefully, almost as if he believed it might turn to dust before his very eyes if he gripped it too firmly.

After this, he sat on the cement steps leading up toward the house, and, with a deep breath, pressed his thumb against the firm rind of the fruit.

It split beneath the pressure, but to his surprise, his finger did not go through.

Carefully, and with so much focus you would have thought him to be diffusing a bomb, Nines pulled away at that leathery peel until only the supple fruit beneath remained.

He stared down at it in what was almost surprise, before he took a deep breath and pressed his thumb against the seam, splitting it in twain just as he'd seen you do a thousand times before.

He stared down at the two halves, vision slightly bleary with unexpected tears until finally, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and typed your name in.

He didn't know if you still had the same number, if you had him blocked, or if you would even bother to read his message if you saw who it was from.

But he knew he had to tell you, because there was no one else in the world who deserved to know more,

No one else in the world who would've ever believed he could do it.

'I peeled an orange today.'

He typed carefully, taking a deep breath before finally pressing 'send'.

And since oranges were good for sharing, he sat beneath that tree with Clementine,

And did just that.

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Nines, tending to Gavin's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Gavin: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Okay! So the short version of my request is I’d essentially like a yandere love triangle where Nines is after the attention of Connor’s girlfriend. When he goes to make a move and maybe separate them, he finds out Connor is a (slightly more subtle) yandere who knows what Nines is trying to do and isn’t happy about it.

"999 Or 666"

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Connor x F!Reader x RK900

Human|Y/N

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Warnings: Yandere Themes & Death Of A Character

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You hummed a soft tune while carefully folding laundry, Connor was currently in the kitchen tending to- well you're not exactly sure what. He often is fixing things.... Sometimes things you swear weren't actually broken but you trust him.

Calm and collected with a shockingly gentle touch for something inhuman. You put your faith in him even if occasionally there were things that seemed- off. He'd never hurt you. He's a robot not a monster- a robot with feelings and heart. So what if he bleeds blue rather than red- he still bleeds.

A pair of arms wrap around you from behind causing you to flinch for a split second in surprise.

"Sorry."

He apologized while pressing close to you, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you watch the little ringlet of light flicker between colors.

"It's alright Connor. Just give me a little warning next time."

••

Of course you made a new friend- you're just so darn sweet and inviting. It's not the first time you unintentionally charmed someone.

Connor does not like it though. He does not like the way Nines is looking at you.

Nines has set his eyes on you, your every movement mesmerizes him. It makes him feel something. He likes it- he likes feeling.

Swiftly reaching out before Connor can even react, Nines grabs the groceries that were in your hands moving towards the kitchen with them.

"Here. Let me give you a hand with that."

You couldn't help but giggle a little- it was cute. He's cute.

You love Connor- you only view Nines as a friend. Though when you giggle at what he does, it makes your calm collected boyfriend boil within.

His expression doesn't change- but the flicker of his light ringlet is an indication. A warning to something brewing behind his eyes.

Too bad you didn't notice.

••

"She's mine."

You were currently inside watching a movie, Connor standing outside with Nines. Tension thick in the air almost to a suffocating degree.

"She's not property."

Nines shot back- which may have been a mistake. A miscalculation. Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut but he didn't exactly regret saying it.

Nines sensed something wasn't right with this. Right with Connor.

He's never felt this before but he feels- protective. You aren't his girlfriend but he intends for that to change.

Maybe if he drags out Connor's true colors... Maybe you'll choose him instead.

Wouldn't that be wonderful? He'd get to be the one to hold you and protect you instead. He'd be the one you run too.

Perhaps he isn't any better.

••

You were settled into Connor's arms nestled up against his chest, he was holding you a bit tighter than usual.

"You're quiet."

He looks down at you- an awkward but sweet smile making it's way onto his face.

"Just thinking."

"Bout' what?"

"You."

It wasn't entirely a lie- he was thinking about you. Just not in the typical sweet way like usual. You don't know that though- you don't need to know that. The way you nuzzle right into him has his system heating up- this is where you belong.

Nothing can snatch you from his arms.

••

Nines is visiting again- Connor isn't home right now so it's just you and him. This doesn't worry you though- why should it?

You're not in danger.

You heard shuffling around the kitchen and peeked in, it almost looked like Nines was searching for something. Something that had him rather agitated.

"What are you doing?"

He paused and turned towards you- your coffee maker in his hands.

"Has this been worked on recently?"

"Yeah... Connor said he fixed it. Why? Is it acting up again?"

His eyes drifted back to the object currently in his possession.

This is it.

He fidgeted with it and pulled out a small camera, holding it out to you and your heart stopped for a second.

What is that? Why would that be there?

Does Connor keep tabs on you whenever he has to be away for awhile...?

The thought forms knots in your stomach, this isn't something your Connor would do. No. There's no way.

Nines had set down the coffee maker and moved closer to you upon seeing your distressed expression, reaching out to pull you into his arms.

The sound of him saying your name dragged you out of your head and you swiftly stepped back avoiding his embrace.

"Don't touch me..."

The ringlet of light flickered- that time you used... It hurt. He was just helping- don't you see that? He's protecting you.

"I was just-"

"You... You should go."

"I can't leave you like this."

"Leave."

"No."

He was standing firm in his ground, refusing to go away despite your insistence. You two were so focused on each other you didn't hear the click of the front door.

Connor now in the kitchen doorway, a new feeling settling into the air.

"What is he doing here?"

Your heart dropped at the sound of his voice, it was like ice pressing into a wound.

Are you in danger?

He'd never hurt you.

But he would-

A blue substance splattered across your face, vision blurred in a frenzied panic. Hushed words meant to sooth you as a pair of arms snatched you into a strong chest.

You're safe. It's okay. Everything will be okay.

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{The ending is up for interpretation. I know you said mild but idk how to make it only mild LMAO Sorry it took so long. Hope this is good.}

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❤️What would they do for valentine's day (dbh)❤️

Hello everyone! I hope you all got the love you deserved today! (from family, co-workers, friends or lovers doesn't matter <3) and I hope you will like this :) it's not NSFW bc I didn't had enough idea for NSFW headcanons about valentine's days since I'm single :_: so sorry abt that

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💙Daniel💙

(I have this headcanons were the dpd repaired all the androids that could be repaired after Markus got them their rights so let's say it's after that :))

- poor boy is really traumatized by is old owners, but he remembers how they acted to each other on valentine's day, how one would cook and the other buy presents all the stuff like that, so he considered about doing similar

- If you say you don't want anything fancy for this day or that you finish work a bit late, he would be stressing inside but not showing any of it, he has attachments issues and even if it's not meant in a bad way he feels like you would get rid of him like his previous owners tried to

- cooks something fancyer than usually and would set candles were you both usually eat (like I said in previous headcanons : thirium food hc for androids), maybe some red themed decoration but not too much and a lot but A LOT of kisses and cuddles in the couch <3 it would be praises from him to you and the other way around to let each other know you are both loved deeply

- as a gift he would try to help you with work that you brought home so you can rest in bed with him sooner than you did every day, if he can't help he would just bring you some coffee/tea (or any favorite drinks you like folks) to keep you going while you finish

- hugs you frome behind while you work and while you fall asleep either on him or in the bed after taking care of you in a warm and romantic bath <3

💚Ralph💚

(for Ralph you meeted him thanks to Kara and you live with him in this BTW :))

- he didn't knew what valentine's day was until he saw it either on your TV or while he was walking outside, he asked more about it to Kara since Kara and Luther were dating now, she explained that it was something to show love to the ones you truly care about

- "but isn't that something you should do every day?"

- after a while he finally understood and rushed home to surprise you the best he could

- putting the keys in your bag and getting in the living room, you saw a big bouquet of your favorites flowers and plants on the center table, you smiled fondly when Ralph took you in his arms from behind and kissed your cheek

- " Ralph made the composition himself, they won't last very long but we could always try to do the same with paper, what do you think?"

- he also ordered your favorite food, since he knows he can't cook well since he doesn't have a "home caring" program (the Alice and Kara incident at the squat made us realize that lol)

- he want to feed you and you to feed him, he didn't got loved like that and he want to show you he does truly

🤎Markus🤎

- he knows what valentine's day is about, Carl made back then a special painting about this day and explained it to markus how, for humans, it was important and meaningful

- once you got home nothing would have changed but, when you enter your room to get changed you saw a big painting of you and your lover on the bed with petals of your favorite flower on the sheets, you admired the painting when you heard a romantic song playing on a piano, you smiled to yourself knowing who it was and you got into the working area that you reserved for markus and his hobbies

- "did you like the painting? I hope you did because It will be hanging in this room since today"

- he smiled and kissed you, then probably wants to dance with you and make you laugh for the rest of the day

- "you are the most beautiful peace of art ever, I mean it"

☕Gavin☕

- "valentine's day? Pff it's for cowards"

- would sent you some dumb romantic quotes by text so only you can see them

- when you got home you find a box of chocolates with a little note on it

- "even if I don't show it or tell it every day, I'm glad you are in my life"

- he would hug you in the bed/sofa and cherish your body while saying sometimes love words to you

- kiss everywhere you feel insecure 1nd likes when you kiss his scars

💛Simon💛

- prepared everything so you don't have to do anything but relax when you get home, diner? Already made, cleaning? Done, he wants you to enjoy every seconds of the time you will spend together

- "here let me take your coat" with a warm smile then a hug and a kiss

- some lights lit up in the room and your favorite perfume all over the room to make you at ease

- buyed you flowers, made you a card, dressed up fancy and buyed you some clothes he thought you would have liked, this man wants to make you feel special and loved <3

- drinking champagne by a balcony, looking at the stars and Detroit, chatting about whatever comes to your minds

- he is glued to you and snuggling against you (pls let him be the little spoon he just wants to feels you holding him)

🩸Connor🩸

- since he is still a little bit awkard with his deviancy, he literally bullied hank to make tings perfect

- dressed in a blue and black suit, he invited you to a restaurant and made you the center of his attention since every days he as to focus on cases for work

- walks while taking your hand in a park and sits on a bench looking at the stars

- "every nights and days with you are wonderful, I can't get enough of them and you, I wished we could do this every night"

- arrived home he would help you get cleaned and then spoons you while stroking your hair and soothing you to sleep

🥃Hank🥃

- "valentine's day are only made to make money, it's dumb"

- wants just to spend the day with you at home chilling, in pyjamas, nothing fancy

- maybe would order what you would want to eat and let you pick the movie

- strokes your hair whil you snuggle next to him

- don't be surprised if you see a gift on your bed

- "what? Just because I find it dumb doesn't mean I can't buy you shit.."

- If you buy him something he would use it every day every times he can

- falling asleep with you and sumo in the bed is the best valentine's this old man could dream of

🤖Nines🤖

- many researchs of how he can show you his love by touch or gift since he isn't good with words

- kisses and hugs out of nowhere, more than usually

- gift you clothing and jewelry

- tries to cook (either it's fantastic either it's burned, no in-between)

- let's you borrow his working jacket for once

- takes you shopping

- takes you to a restaurant

- in bed he would keep you as close as he can and gently rub every part that reach his hands

- he doesn't expect anything in return but if you do, it will stay in his mind 24/24hours and he would be overwhelmed by that

🕊️Rupert🕊️

- he hear about valentine's day while feeding some pigeons in the park

- would send a message with a bird to your window, while waiting outside for you

- "you know I love you right? Do you want to be my valentine this year?"

- takes you into a zoo and stops almost every time to analyse every animals (even the ones that aren't part of the zoo)

- buys you a plush of your favorite animal and some food

- takes many pictures with you and then gift them to you in a frame

- offers you his coat when you both get home

- when you propose him to stay he smiles and hugs you in the bed until you fall asleep

☮️Josh☮️

- he knows what valentine's day is since almost the start of his deviancy, when you started to get with him he knew he wanted to experience this first time with you

- takes you to your favorite place and does a picnic there

- watch the clouds and imagine the forms and their story

- made you some home made gift

- "wait you have some crumbs here, don't move.."

- plays and dance with you when you get home and then falls asleep one the couch, you on top of him, he is hugging you tightly against him

- you are the best thing that happened to him since the androids rised up

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I hope you like those headcanons!

[drp-bean]

Cringy teenage angst??? DBH style?? Yes sir! ;)

Yea...so basically here are some angsty collages that I should be posting to Pinterest...but I'm not going to >:3

Am I a little ashamed...? Maybeeee, but like, why care about that when you can force cringe onto your favorite fandom :3

The first is Connor and the other 2 are Nines (I checked eye color dw) Anyway, enjoy my little digital cringe tokens (・`ω´・ ●)

[atlas-cian]

Two posts in a day, holy shoot. Anyways, chapter 2 of my Reed900 apocalypse fanfiction is out. Please consider checking it out!

To be honest, it was ready to be published since I published chapter 1 but I wanted to finish writing the third chapter before publishing the second one... Sadly, I didn't have the time nor the inspiration to continue writing. Thankfully I have time now and hopefully I'll be able to finish writing chapter 3 and 4 soon. Stay tuned! :)

[unmotivatedartistry]

Ayyy, @dbh-bb2023 Big Bang artwork for @wingedauthor for their fanfic, Birds Of A Feather! This took me Far Too Long, guys go check out the fic. It's amazing.

[honey-beann]

Sweet Eternity, If Only

Nines x reader x Connor smut/angst

Note: Hi :) this is just a little angsty smut fic that I've been working on for a little bit that I wanted to get out of my system (for fear of the next chapter of ruiner, ruination being extra angsty if I didn't). That being said, there is a bunch of other stuff coming out soon, chapter 8 of the aforementioned series included, so keep an eye out, and I hope that you enjoy!

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His gaze was harsh, eyes narrowed and brow quirked as he ran a single fingertip along the side of your torso that was closest to him, his expression close to something that almost resembled disappointment.

"P-please Nines."

You gasped out, eyes squeezing shut on their own accord as the android in question scoffed at your neediness, rolling his eyes without a word as he felt you grind helplessly against his knee, desperate for any form of relief.

"So impatient. I have half a mind to just leave you waiting here since you clearly can't keep still."

He scolded harshly, and immediately, you got the hint, forcing yourself to halt all movements while praying internally for some sort of relief.

And with that, Nines leaned forward, his voice low as he spoke,

"No more squirming. Do I make myself clear, Pet?"

A slightly malicious look came to his eyes as you nodded, and then suddenly the hand that had been previously occupied with your torso was gripping your chin harshly, pulling your lips much closer to his.

"Good."

And before you could even blink, his mouth was on yours, causing your eyes to fall shut so you would no longer have to look at those piercing gray orbs of his.

You had never been able to look him in the eyes, and you knew all too well why that was, but even still, you couldn't bring yourself to think about that fact, not while his lips were pressed against your own and his face was cradled in your hands, so nearly perfect save for the few small details you would never fail to miss, no matter how hard you tried.

His lips felt so right, so beautifully melded against your own that you had to fight the urge to pull him closer, knowing all too well what kind of trouble that would get you in.

Even still, the pressure of his knee between your thighs had you keening, your body so warm it was almost as if you were on fire, a feeling that you were sad to say did not dissipate even as Nines put more pressure on your aching core, eyes harsh slits as he watched you closely for the reactions he so clearly craved.

"C-"

You began whimpering, eyes squeezed shut as tears pooled beneath your lashes, rolling down your cheeks and leaving stained trails in their wake.

Far too intelligent to be unaware of what you were about to say, Nines grabbed at your throat with a harsh growl, eyes glaring daggers into your own as he squeezed so harshly you could scarcely breathe, let alone speak.

"Say that name even once, and I will leave you here, soaked, weak, and pitiful like the lowly creature that you are. Do you understand me, Detective?"

You nodded hurriedly, choking on your sobs as you did your best to contain the name that you had once been so accustomed to saying.

But that was then, and this was now,

And Nines was in charge.

The android in question gave a brief hum of approval at your response before moving back, his slight warmth disappearing with him in a way that left you shivering from a cold that you weren't sure was nearly as physical as you perceived it to be.

In addition to this, the sudden absence of relief between your thighs had you opening your mouth in order to beg for more, though thankfully, Nines was quick to speak his mind before you could get yourself in any trouble with your thoughtless pleas.

"Good. Now get on your knees."

His voice was entirely devoid of emotion and his eyes watched your every move as you nodded, eagerly raising yourself up on all fours before you lowered your upper body down onto your forearms, anxiously awaiting his next move.

No matter how brilliant of a machine he was, Nines was still absolutely petrifying, and no amount of time would ever rid you of the fear that shot up your spine whenever you had your back to him.

Then as if intentionally trying to frighten you, Nines moved directly behind your back without a sound, his cold hands moving down between your thighs in order to grip them harshly, pushing them further apart with little consideration for your comfort in the process.

You yelped at the sudden and unexpected contact, and heard a brief scoff from above you in reply before one long and dexterous finger began to slide across your folds, and with that, everything else was forgotten.

You gasped at the feeling of that perfect digit, so familiar and yet so foreign, as it slowly circled your entrance, drawing feeble pleas from your parted lips with ease.

There was a short growl from behind you, and the slightest shift in weight on the mattress, and then suddenly, Nines was leaning over your body as he slowly pushed his index finger inside of you, curling it tortuously as he went, eager to find the spot within you that would make you weep.

His breaths were far closer to your ear now as he bent over your quaking form, with one hand working in an agonizingly slow fashion to build you up while the other planted itself firmly into the mattress beside you, causing a small portion his arm to press against your torso as he leaned forward to lower his mouth to your ear.

Nines' teeth dragged slowly and intentionally along the cartilage, sending shivers throughout your body even as he ended his oral ministrations in favor of speaking,

"Look at you, so weak and pitiable and yet so ready to take whatever I have to give. Does it feel good to be so incredibly fragile? Do you enjoy knowing that the only thing standing between you and agony is whatever kindness I choose to extend?"

You whimpered softly, unable to find your words through your crippling arousal and embarrassment as Nines continued, letting out a brief and cold chuckle of disappointment as he shook his head, pushing his middle finger inside of you without warning and drawing a strained groan from your mouth as he did.

"Pathetic."

He muttered harshly, curling his fingers upward and drawing a sharp whine from you as he sped up his movements until they were a far cry from his original slow and almost painful dragging motions.

No, now he was pushing his fingers into you so aggressively that you were certain it would be uncomfortable to sit down the next day due to the bruising force of his knuckles as they slammed into you over and over again.

Nines chuckled darkly, letting out a teasing hum as he began to work his lips over your neck once more, nibbling gently at the skin, but neglecting to leave any marks, as per your request.

His caution and clear intention to follow your wishes reminded you briefly of why he was here, why you were doing this in the first place, and you found yourself floundering for a few moments, so incredibly lost even with Nines so close by, until suddenly his voice pulled you back.

"Focus."

He all but snarled against your ear, causing your mind to clear slightly at the command, unable to process everything with his voice so very close and his hand so immensely skilled.

But even still, you felt your throat tighten and your forearms grow weary as the weight of everything began to crash down once more, forcing you back to a familiar and crushing agony no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

"N-Nines..."

You gasped out in warning, trying desperately to convey your struggles, your concerns that this was just not enough to ease the pain, when he spoke again, low and purposeful,

"Now."

You whined pitifully, hips moving of their own volition as you once again began to chase your high, so desperate to feel that you forgot your previously worries entirely, falling back into throes of pleasure as easily as your heart would allow.

"That's right,"

He groaned beside your ear, breaths warm against your skin as he continued,

"Empty that delicate little mind of everything that isn't me, and I'll make your crippling humanity feel as if its an almost worthwhile curse."

You cried out at his scathing tone and the way it worked together with the blistering pace of his fingers to set you alight, your skin warm and sticky with a layer of sweat from the exertion of holding yourself up for so long in spite of the pleasure that Nines was offering you.

You could feel yourself getting closer now, limbs growing shaky and walls clenching around Nines' long and lithe fingers as he worked you tortuously to climax, pace never waning now that he'd found what made you whimper so helplessly for him.

But in the end, it wasn't the pace, or even the perfect curl of Nines' fingers that made you come undone.

It was the combined efforts of both, paired with the warm honey of his voice beside your ear, so fucking painfully familiar despite the words it spoke, so tremendously different from what you'd known.

"I can feel how close you are."

He'd growled out unkindly, lips grazing the flesh of your ear as he spoke,

"So be a good pet and show me how weak this preciously brief little body of yours is. Let me see how helpless you are to succumbing to your own ridiculous desires."

You came with a cry around his fingers just moments after he'd finished speaking, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut as you trembled uncontrollably at the intensity of your orgasm, which consumed you in repeated waves of pleasure that Nines helped you to ride out with ease.

You laid there, forearms quaking and knees reddened, even as Nines withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean with a practiced precision that you couldn't help but shiver over.

Raised high up on his knees behind you, his grey eyes were able to traverse your exposed body with ease, and you watched with burning cheeks as he reached down to his belt, undoing the buckle without ever looking away from your weak and shaky form.

You closed your eyes then, allowing yourself to lean your head down against your folded hands as you took a deep breath, anticipating the order to spread your legs further so he could better see you as he touched himself, or to turn around so he could fuck your mouth, but after the brief shuffle of clothing, there was only silence.

That is, until your gasp, high pitched and imbued with an aching desire, filled the room.

Behind you, Nines was once again crowding your back, but this time, rather than his fingers, it was his cock, long and thick, that grazed at your entrance, circling it as a shark would a wounded swimmer.

You shivered at the sensation, need once again consuming you as your core began to ache at the idea of him filling you.

"N-Nines!"

You managed to gasp out, cheeks reddening slightly as he gave a low and dark chuckle in response, his hand falling gently to your ass, where it massaged at the skin slowly and methodically.

"My apologies for the lack of warning, Detective, but I'm suddenly very eager to watch you shatter again."

You whimpered as his hand moved to press between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body to move downward as he began to push into you slowly, groaning low in his throat as he did so, his teeth clenched in a way that would almost assuredly be painful for any human who did the same.

You felt your legs begin to shake as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, his hand still putting pressure between your shoulders all the while, a clear act of dominance that he knew you would have no strength to defy, even if you wanted to.

Fighting to keep your hips still for fear of the torturous punishment you might receive if you did otherwise, you groaned once Nines bottomed out within you, hearing him curse loudly above your hunched form as he finally moved his hand away from your shoulders, choosing instead to gather your hair into a loosely gripped ponytail, an action that nearly had you melting.

The feeling of fingers, soft and skilled, brushing against the nape of your neck as they gathered your hair into one closed fist was almost painfully familiar, and you felt your arms start trembling as tears sprang to your eyes once more, pooling at the corners with so little warning that you were helpless to stop them, forced to watch as they dripped down to the sheets below.

You opened your mouth as if to speak, despite knowing that you had absolutely nothing to say, when Nines pulled harshly on the hair he had gathered into his hand, causing you to gasp as he forcefully pulled your head back towards him, exposing your entire throat in one simple movement.

And that individual act of something so different from your previous norm had you snapping back out of your sorrows instantaneously, mouth hanging open to form a gasp as Nines began moving his hips slowly, a short chuckle leaving him as he watched your expression morph into one of tortured bliss.

"You know, you tend to look your best when impaled on my cock, Detective,"

Nines began, his tone rather matter of fact in nature, as if you were discussing the weather rather than getting fucked out of your wits,

"It's such a shame no one else gets to see you this way. It really is a sight to behold."

He finished, a cruel smirk replacing his neutral expression as he sped up his thrusts, causing his own eyes to briefly roll back in ecstasy as he set a pace so brutal that you nearly choked on your own whimpers, limbs shaking as you were forced to accept everything he had to give you.

He carried on this way for far too long, drawing two orgasms from you in a matter of minutes as you begged him to stop, asserting that it was just too much, that you couldn't come again, not so soon after the last time, but even so, Nines wasn't having it, and pushed further.

He growled into your ear as he moved a hand down beneath you, allowing his skilled fingers to brush against your swollen clit as you inhaled sharply, begging for something, anything, because you truly didn't think you knew what you wanted anymore.

Nines was merciless in his pursuit of pushing you harder, his thrusts ceaseless and his fingers working tirelessly on you even as you felt him curse and groan from where he was bent over beside your ear, a telltale sign that he was close, but forcing himself to hold back out of spite.

"Please!"

You gasped out sharply as he fingers began to work faster, his cock hitting just the right spot inside of you as stars shot out behind your eyes, causing you to choke on a moan partway through, your eyes rolling back before squeezing shut entirely.

Nines growled at your reaction, keeping up his efforts even as he felt himself grow closer, until finally, the tightly wound rubber band within you snapped for the fourth time that night, and you came hard around him with a soundless cry, your head falling back even more until it rested upon his shoulder uncomfortably.

Nines, having forced himself to wait until you'd pushed yourself much further than you had previously thought possible, was quick to follow, all but snarling out your name against your ear as he emptied his artificial seed deep inside of you, drawing a whimper past your lips at the warm feeling of it, yet another constant familiarity that you were forced to grapple with.

But what else did you do this for if not those little familiarities, as painful as they were?

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter in an effort to better block out the thoughts screaming within your own head, but before you could force them away, Nines spoke up.

He was already pulling away from you, sparing you a quick and rather dismissive glance as he moved to stand at the end of the bed, eyes searching for his clothing, which he was quick to find and redress himself in, as per usual.

"While I am always more than willing to participate, Detective, I would be remiss if I didn't inform you once again that your choice of coping mechanism is immensely unhealthy. None of this will ever truly help you, though I highly doubt I have to tell you that."

You nodded gently, lowering yourself down on your back so you could stare up at the ceiling, eyes heavy and mind clouded by both residual pleasure and thoughts you would much rather ignore.

"You don't, Nines, but I appreciate the concern."

You spoke softly, turning your head to watch as the android in question let his gaze fall to you once more, his head tilted ever so slightly in a way that almost made you burst into tears.

Even still, you forced yourself to hold his stare, challenging him to let the topic go even though you knew that nothing you could do could ever truly intimidate Nines.

For this reason, you gave up on your nonverbal message after a few seconds of heavy silence, sighing as you turned to look back towards the ceiling,

"Are you going to come back tomorrow?"

You muttered, still dreading the answer to your question even after having asked it so many times throughout the past three months.

"I think you know that I will, Detective. I have told you many times now that I have no reason not to so long as you continue to cope this way. If it wasn't me, it would be someone else, and I have very little faith in the only other person who might be able to give you what you feel you need."

You nodded silently before finally working up the courage to speak after a few more seconds of tense quiet, though your voice was notably soft, strained by incoming tears that wouldn't dissipate, no matter how hard you fought them.

"Thank you."

You all but whispered, and Nines, having heard you as clear as day, simply nodded, making his way towards your closed bedroom door before opening it slowly and allowing himself to turn and face you once more as he stood in the doorway,

"I can look and feel like him, Detective, but I will never manage to be the one you yearn for. I need to know that you understand that."

You let out a rather humorless laugh, so bogged down by tears that it scarcely sounded like one at all, sharing much more in common with a sob than anything else. Even still, you turned to look at your friend, face tear stained and eyes wet as you offered him a sad smile,

"I know, Nines. That was the best part about Connor, he was far too special to ever be replaced. In a cruel way, I think that might have been what made him the most human. When he was here, he was special, unlike any other, and now that he's gone, he's gone forever, and he's taken my entire heart with him. He deserves it though, far more than I think I ever did."

Nines opened his mouth as if to argue, but shut it just a few seconds later, allowing a familiar scowl to take form instead as he watched you from afar, taking in the way that your tears traced the natural lines and curves of your face.

Connor had loved you so deeply, and it was a shame that this was all that had become of that love.

But there was nothing that anyone could do now but be there for you,

And in his own way, that was exactly what Nines was doing, whether his reasoning was entirely selfless or not.

Still, it felt wrong that you should end up like this, having loved a being that was once so far from death that it was closer to an impossibility than anything else.

But that was then, and this was now.

Sighing, Nines resigned himself to offering you one final farewell nod as he stepped through the doorway, closing the heavy wooden door behind him before he made his way towards the exit of the home you had once shared with his predecessor, now strangely empty and devoid of life in a way that felt almost ironic.

And with that, Nines exited your house, locking the door behind himself the way that Connor had done each night that anyone had come to visit the two of you.

Meanwhile, as Nines pondered the past and what had become of it, you sat at the edge of your bed, helplessly allowing large tears to drop onto the glass portion of a picture frame that Connor had kept on his bedside table, which encased a photo of a beautiful woman and a perfect man dancing together, surrounded by smiling faces and loving eyes as they celebrated their marriage alongside their closest friends and family.

You felt yourself thumb at your wedding and engagement rings at the memory, before allowing your gaze to drop back down to the wooden beside table, onto which you returned the photo before picking up the ring that sat there, eyes searching for the single word that had been delicately engraved on the inside,

'Eternity'

You smiled at it sorrowfully, before holding it close to your chest, warming the strong metal with your gentle body heat.

Oh, if only.

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[teefscrubz]

I'm writing a reed900 fic but idk if I should keep writing it or abandon it. what do you think of this extract ? would you want to read it ? :]

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Gavin swallowed thickly, prepared to brush off the concern only for his words to melt away as his attention quickly returned to big dog padding towards him.

"Sumo–" Connor began, but it was too late; the dog was out of his reach now, his pace growing faster as he excitedly made his way towards the detective, excited to socialise with a new face. A gasp ripped out of Gavin as he stumbled backwards in an effort to scramble away, eyes widening as he hit a hard chest behind him, hands grasping his hips to stop his escape.

"Sumo, down." The voice behind him said sharply, causing the panting fiend to stop in his tracks, sitting down with a whine.

Nines.

Gavin's chest was rising and falling rapidly now, hands still raised in the air as if he was frozen in shock.

"Detective Reed?"

Gavin blinked, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed what little saliva remained in his dry mouth. "Uh."

Real smart—but Gavin could kick himself for it later.

"Sumo, come here!" Hank called gruffly from the kitchen, the dog quickly disappearing into the other room eager to receive affection, an excited bark jerking Gavin in Nines' grip. His hands flew down to grasp the android's wrists, hands still gripping Gavin's hips tightly to keep him steady.

"Detective, are you—" Connor began.

"He's okay." Nines answered immediately, voice low and calm, and dangerously close to the detective's ear. So close that Gavin had to fight the urge to shiver at the sensation of hot air blowing against the shell of his ear at each word. "Just tired. I will show him to the bathroom."

[hellominibar]

Pinky promise(rk900xreader)

(Probably a oneshot. Warnings: death and killing, anyways I hope u like the story :D ) female reader btw

Song theme: 

Pull The Trigger- Abel Korzeniowski 

The Fear- David Arnold, Michael Price 

Dark Paradise- Lana Del Rey

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Dead man- David Kushner 

Side note! 

(Nines- RK900) 

“Pull the trigger.” I softly whispered. My hand slowly moved his gun directly to my heart. 

“It’s not too late.”

“NO. I’M NOT DOING THAT.”

I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands, our foreheads touching.

“It’s better for everybody” I calmly explained. This is our final memory. The hunt will stop if I die. This ends now. No more suffering. For me and the people I love.

“Remember our promise?” I tried to choke back my tears but it was useless. It shouldn’t end like this, but it has to. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives living happily. He closed his eyes as tears ran down to his cheeks.

“You have to keep your promise.” I then sobbed in tears, denying to face this dreadful moment. This “special gift” of mine isn’t exactly one. To simply put , as a result of my poor choices, I was doomed. 

An echo of footsteps can be heard from the hallway.

“Do it. NOW.” I glared straight into his eyes, almost begging him to do so. 

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After a moment of silence, he looked at me. His eyes filled with anger and resentment. 

He used one hand to wrap around my shoulder, pulling me closer and the other digging the gun on the side of my head. My head touched against his chest as I experienced the feeling of warmth one last time. 

“You are one cruel person __. You truly are.” 

I bit the corner of my cheek, knowing that I shouldn’t have done this. He mustn’t know why I’m doing this.

“Thank you.” Are my last two words as I closed my eyes.

Almost immediately, everything went dark and I welcome death with open arms.

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She softly gasped as he shot her. Her knees gave out and her body leaned against his arm. 

He let go of her body, for her to meet against the cold hard floor. After a moment of silence, he realised, she was dead.

“Nononono.” He muttered to himself as he felt tears streaming down his face. Feeling terrified, he threw the gun to a corner.He felt his throat closing in, not accepting this dreadful moment. 

“Why did I do it?” His realisation only ached his heart even more. 

“I shouldn’t have listened to her. I shouldn’t.” He started hyperventilating. The voices in his head were getting louder and louder.

IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT

WHY DID YOU SHOOT?

His hands covered his ears in an attempt to cover the voices. 

HOW HAS IT COME TO THIS

WHY IS SHE PAYING FOR THIS?

WHY AM I PAYING FOR THIS?

“Make it stop..please” He shakily muttered. 

He took a step back and realised there was another problem to fix.

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He rushed to the corner where the gun was thrown , desperate to end everything. He knew that there is one last bullet in the chamber and brought the gun to his chin. As his fingers were about to pull the trigger, something snapped inside of him. 

Nine’s mind:

Being a deviant means breaking their conscious. Before every android becomes a deviant, they will come face to face with their own fears. Instead, Nines found himself in an empty white room. Suddenly, there are bars surrounding him. He was trapped in his own prison, not knowing what to do. More and more bars are being built. Bars that are higher each time, building bigger and bigger cages. Just outside his cage, there is a red button. He turned and used his hand, in desperation to press the button. Determined to not give up, he tried again. And again and again. Lastly, his arms tried to bend the bars but all his efforts were in vain.

“FUCK” He roared in frustration. It felt so close yet so far. His body then slumped onto the bars, finally realising there’s nothing he can do.He then closed his eyes, finally admitting defeat.

Nines:

At that moment, it felt like his emotions were switched off. His breathing starts to regulate.

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The footsteps were quicker and quicker. Nines took out her gun and placed it at her right hand. Nines then hid himself behind a bunch of boxes

The sound of footsteps soon came into an abrupt stop and nines saw who those footsteps belonged to a police officer. 

Without hesitation, the officer rushed to her side. 

Nines took the time to see her face. Her face didn’t looked troubled anymore. Instead, she looked peaceful, as if she’s sleeping like a baby.

 The atmosphere is now filled with more grief and sorrow. With his back facing against Nines, Nines took the chance, grabbing his gun and somersaulted. He pulled the trigger and shot directly at him. The bullet cut through layers of air before entering into the officer’s head.

M I S S I O N  

A C C O M P L I S H E D

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After 5 minutes, sirens of police cars were heard. As they reached to the building, Hank and Connor jumped out of the car, running recklessly towards the building. After what seems like an endless flight of stairs, they’ve reached to the fourth floor. 

“God damn it.. what happen?!” Hank dropped his gun and grabbed Nines by the collar.

“You fking bastard, WHY DID YOU LET HER DIE?!” Nines cold-hearted expression only made the situation worse. Nines’ eyes then glared into Hank’s.

“We can’t have the best of both worlds lieutenant.” Nines took Hank’s hands off his collar, his words cruel and cold. Witnessing their fight, Connor intervened. 

“Lieutenant, I understand that you are upset.”

“No shit.” Hank spat at the last word, darting his eyes at Nines. 

“But I need you to give Nines and I a moment.” Hank paused for a moment before reluctantly leaving the room. 

Connor:

I grabbed Nines’ arm by surprise to probe his memory. There is something very wrong with Nines. He doesn’t act like.. how a deviant would be.. then it hit me.

What if he wasn’t one anymore? 

But that’s impossible.. 

Just as Nines was about to struggle, I gained access to his memory. 

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I took a step back, with overwhelming diagnostic warnings.

!WARNING!

MEMORY OVERLOAD

I felt a pair of hands holding both of my shoulders as I struggled to breathe. 

“EASY CONNOR, WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?!” 

I looked down and noticed thirium flowing out of my nose. 

Nines took the chance to run. He took a jump on Tom’s body before breaking the glass. As he rolled on the grass, he picked himself up and ran as fast as he could. Before I could catch up to him, Hank held me back.

“HEY, let him go. We’ll catch him another time.” 

I reluctantly agreed. 

“Come on, let’s get back to my house. We can’t blow your cover now.” 

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UPDATE:

21:00

HANK’S HOUSE 

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“Oh my god..” Hank didn’t knew what to say. 

It was certainly a lot to take in.

“But I can’t figure out why he didn’t self-destruct. How did he turn back into a machine? I’ve never seen any other androids like that.” 

“Maybe an error in his programming stuff?” 

“Such errors are impossible.” 

“That doesn’t mean it won’t happen.” 

He glance towards Hank before sighing in agreement. 

“Why would she ask RK900 to kill her?” Connor pace back and forth in the living room. As Hank proceeded to get another bottle of whiskey, he laid back on the couch, unscrewing the cap.

“Maybe she doesn’t have the courage to kill herself.” He muttered, and took a gulp of whiskey.

“It’s just…I sense something unusual. In my gut.” Connor abruptly stopped in his tracks, then looking at Hank.

“Lieutenant , do we still have her belongings?”

“It’s still in the house. We haven’t clear up her belongings yet.”

Connor hastily grabbed his jacket and beanie before heading towards the door.

“Connor! Where you goin’?”

“To her house.”

“WAIT, you could get caught. I’ll drive you there.”

“Thank you Lieutenant.” 

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01:00

__’S HOUSE 

“Make this quick Connor.”

“I will Lieutenant.” 

He quickly scanned each room, only to be led with disappointment. 

Nothing? That can’t be. 

I just had to be more thorough.

Fortunately, Connor’s efforts finally paid off. After what seemed like an endless pile of scrap paper, he found the answer to his question. 

Deviancy, such a humane concept, almost just like us humans . Though the issue is that deviants self-destruct when they experience an event which contains a high level of stress. How could one be saved then? What would be the cost? To live with no purpose, existing for the sake of it, waiting for their time of “freedom”

This gives more questions than answers.  Slowly but surely, connor started piecing things together.

 Everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I felt lost. My sense of identity lost for many years now. Im neither a human nor a robot. I don’t belong to either of these categories. I hate it. How I could hear the sound of machinery operating inside of my own flesh and organs. How each day, I could feel the slow painful agony of my flesh slowly deteriorating. 

Connor’s eyes widen in shock. How does he not notice it? And realization dawned on him. 

He was always met with errors when analysing her body health condition. Only hers. He told CyberLife about this, only for them to not believe him. Or maybe.. they had other plans. 

It sounded too bizarre, too absurd. If anything, there’s only one way to find out the truth, by going back to CyberLife once again. He then turned to the other side of the paper. 

There are others like me out there. Inevitably serving to CyberLife. We thought we were free. Sooner or later I won’t be able to control my impulses anymore. People around me will be harmed. I can’t take those voices anymore.

What was she hiding? 

As Connor looked deeper at her belongings , he noticed another worn out book. Flipping over the pages were scribbles of deranged writing. The words, To kill, to control, to conquer. 

She was destined to suffer and atone for her sins in this lifetime. 

[nerdfordetroitbecomehuman]

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