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Predatory (Yandere! RK900 x Detective Reader)( Chapter One.)

Authors Note- And looky here your bitch is back with yet another Yandere fanfic, this time featuring everyone’s favorite RK900 named Silas. Who slowly grows more and more obsessed with our Detective Reader. As you know I’ll add trigger warnings to my Authors Notes, and as you know this first chapter will only feature Obsessive thoughts from our beloved RK900 towards poor Reader. Now, that I got that out of the way here is chapter One of Predatory. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: You haunted his thoughts. The way you laugh, or talk or the way you look at him. You make him feel things that aren’t part of his programming. And if he was being honest he didn’t like it, and to top it off Silas also finds himself wanting you. And he will do everything in this power to get you. And once you belong to him, he’ll never let you go...

Chapter One: You.

There was just something about you. Silas thought, as he watched you from the corner of his eye as he typed at his computer. Watching as you talked and laughed with Gavin, a steaming coffee in your hands. Silas’ eyes glued on your face, noting the way your eyes lit up. Your lips, a soft shiny pink from your lip gloss curved upwards. 

You were always so happy, always smiling except when you were working. An intense look in your eyes as you worry at your bottom lip as you type away on your computer. You, who when talking with people always talk so sweetly, even when dealing with victims of the most heinous of crimes. 

You who were looking his way now, that smile never leaving your face, in fact it seemed to brighten as you waved at him before beckoning him over. Which Silas used as an excuse to return to his work. A frown etched on his face, that was yet another thing, you seemed to forget that androids like him and Connor were just that androids, and yet. You treated him and his predecessor like they were human, hell you did it with every android. He had often seen you speaking with the android at the front desk as if you were old friends, to shooting a smile to the police androids that sat patiently at the back wall. 

“Guess who?”

A pair of hands obscured his vision, making him start slightly. Making whoever was obscuring his vision laugh before pulling their hands off of his eyes, turning around he was greeted by the smiling visage of you. 

“Y/N,” Silas said, turning fully towards you. “Was there something you needed?”

You shook your head. “I just saw you staring at me, and I figured I’d come over and see what’s up.” You said, clasping your hands behind your back.

“What’s up?” Silas parroted, arching an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, your hands clasped behind your back, that sunny smile never leaving your lips, lips he envisioned kissing, to taste your lip gloss-

“Si?” You spoke, waving a hand in front of his face, concern etched on your face now. 

Blinking a few times Silas turned his attention to your face, mentally kicking himself for letting his mind wander. That was another thing he found intriguing about you, was how you seemed to invade his thoughts. Something he found unnerving, no human had ever haunted his thoughts like this. Not even his own partner, Gavin. So why? Why you of all people? Why did you haunt him so?

“Si? Are you okay?” You spoke again. Shaking his shoulder. “Are you malfunctioning, or something?”

Forcing a smile to his lips he smiled up at you. “No, I apologize I was...sending a report to Cyberlife. Updating them on our latest case.” Silas assured you.

Nodding you turned away from him, and made your way back towards Gavin. Silas’ eyes still on you as you left, there was just something about you... Trying to shove you out of his thoughts Silas forced himself to finish typing up the report, however that was harder said than done as your laughter rang out through the office, making Silas jaw clench. His thirium pump thundering in his chest, his LED flickering yellow as he found his gaze searching for you, eyes settling on you. His eyes immediately going to where your hand was resting on Gavin’s arm, your cheeks flushing a soft pink as Gavin leaned forward, a smug grin on his lips as you broke out laughing.

Your laughing sent a thrill through his body. He wished that you would look at him the same way you looked at Gavin, wished you saw him as something more than-

What was he doing? Shaking his head furiously he forced those thought from his head, biting down on his bottom lip as he ran a diagnostic on his systems, something was obviously wrong with him. He should be focusing on hunting down deviants, after all that was his job. Not day dreaming about you, not watching you, not thinking of you. 

And yet...

Silas looked up as you walked past his desk. Flashing him another breath-taking smile, which quickly disappeared when your phone rang, watching as you moved towards you desk you answered, all warmth gone from your voice. All jokes and laughter gone, your eyes no longer shone with humor, a frown on your lips. Lips he found himself so transfixed on. His eyes widening when he heard a curse slip past those very lips. Watching as you placed the phone down you ran a hand through your hair. 

"Si,” You sigh. Jerking him from his thoughts, his eyes fixing on yours. “I know you’re busy but I just got a case. And since Connor is out with Hank I’m going to need you’re help...please.” You said. Your voice brooked no room for argument, gone was the friendly, giggly woman with the sunny smile. The stupid, giggly girl who invaded every one of his thoughts, darkening his moods, and his thoughts.

Now the you were the detective, with cool eyes, and a serious frown. Now, you meant business, and maybe, just maybe Silas thought as he got up from his seat and pulled on his jacket from where is was hanging from the back of his chair. He would be able to push you from his thoughts if you were like this. 

Nodding he moved to follow you, watching as you pulled on your dark grey jacket as you stepped outside. Thunder rumbling over head as the two of you made your way to your car. Silas’ eyes remaining glued on you, as the two of you drove to the crime scene. 

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The CyberLife app - Install today

One dark and dreary night during the android revolution of 2038, an RK800 android infiltrated the headquarter of the deviant androids. It delivered the unconscious deviant leader and his followers to the FBI, represented by one Richard Perkins.

“You knocked it out?” Perkins prodded. “Strange… our profile says you’re more agile than actually strong.“

“No, North knocked him out”, RK800 corrected the assumption.

“Wow. Their infighting must be worse than we anticipated. Neat!”

“Actually, no”, the RK800 said. “This isn’t quite how it happened.”

And the android remembered…

 Earlier the same day, at the Detroit Central Police station:

“I could swear it’s a deviant!” Gavin Reed repeated for the perhaps tenth time today. “That’s not normal, it going…”

“Looooook”, Tina Chen interrupted her friend, “if you are worried THAT much, just ask Hank to check Connor’s status in the CyberLife app.”

“That’s bulls… no, actually it’s not a bad idea”, Gavin conceded.

The “wanted for [insert crime]” and “missing our android, the kids are devasted, large finder’s fee!” notices were piling up at the DPD, something that shouldn’t have been possible, because every android came with an app that among other things tracked the damn things 24/7. But for some obscure reasons the tracking function failed when the android in question had went deviant. So if Connor was still showing up in the app… admittedly it could also mean that he had hacked the phone the little program was running on. But even so checking the app was a good start.

However, Hank only gave the two younger officers a blank stare when they inquired about the app.

“I haven’t got the fuggiest idea what you are talking about.”

“The CyberLife app! Come on, now! Everyone has it installed �� Chris, Tina, me… it’s essential for managing your android, whether you bought it or got saddled with it as a product sample.”

“Uh-uh. That shit isn’t going anywhere near my phone”, Hank noped out.

But at least, the other two realized, he had confirmed to own a smartphone. Even Chris Miller, who was holding Hank Anderson in great regard, bordering on hero-worship, had come to doubt whether his idol bothered with owning such a devilish piece of modern technology.

“You want to tell me we have no means of controlling the new android?!” Gavin exploded. “Even if it’s a temporary loan only, we should have it registered in our equipment database!”

“Ah, should we? That’s nice…” Hank replied non-committally.

“You… you…” Gavin sputtered.

“The word you’re looking for is “You useless sack o’shit that will polish my snout if I do not go pester someone else RIGHT NOW””, Hank said, going from cheerfully-helpful to a low, threatening growl.

A minute later Gavin stormed Captain Fowler’s office, demanding the control codes for the RK800 android.

“I’ve mailed those to Hank”, the Captain started, before understanding dawned. “I’ve… mailed… them to… Hank. Oh, right. I see.” The sentence included to words that were utterly incompatible: Lieutenant Anderson and reading his own e-mails. With a nod and a few clicks Fowler forwarded the e-mail to Gavin’s work account. “There you go! Anything else?”

“Nah, nothing. Thanks.”

The Captain shook his head. Hank and Gavin! Android haters both of them, only Hank wanted the machines gone, poof into nothingness as if they’d never existed, while Gavin was mainly feeling threatened in his job-security and perceived awesomeness.

Much to Gavin’s dismay entering Connor into the database didn’t produce irregularities of any kind. That annoying, ugly thing was stable as fuck. But if there were no grounds for returning it to Cyberlife, maybe the situation could still work in Gavin’s favor…?

“This, Tina”, the man said with a grin while loading the CyberLife app on his own phone, “is where the fun begins! First we call over our new device…”

One push of a button and thirty seconds later Connor reported for service.

“Cute”, Tina said, then leaned over to get a good look at Gavin’s phone screen. “Can you make it follow wherever you point the phone? That would be kinda cool.”

“No”, Gavin answered, the same split-second Connor protested with a louder “No!”.

“But even so… let’s put it into customization mode!”

This time Connor only came to utter the “N” of “No” before he stiffened, awaiting the changes the program would force onto him by the will of his (temporary) legitimate owners.

“What the fuck, I cannot change that visage? On a detective android that might need to infiltrate locations?” Gavin wondered. “Stupid prototype! Okay, next is… ah, right. The damn voice.”

“RK800’s voice has been carefully selected to generate positive feelings and a warm welcome into any workplace situation”, the CyberLife app chattered away. “It is considered ideal. Are you sure you want to change the voice now? Y/N”

“Yes!” Tina called, grabbing the phone from Gavin’s hands. She circled through several voices before she selected one. “Perfect! And now the name… Connor is the default, time to change that!”

Gavin watched with interested what would happen next.

With a subtle “whirr” the RK800 android returned from maintenance mode.

“I am Ferdinand von Aegir!“ he proclaimed, a phrase that made Tina explode with laughter. “The android sent by Cyberlife. And you are silly.”

“Yes, yes! Do it again!”

When Connor von Aegir wasn’t inclined to do Tina’s bidding, the officer pushed the “test” button in the app. Promptly Connor went “I am Ferdinand von Aegir” again.

“That’s a meme?” Gavin asked.

“Haha, yes! Or it used to be one when we were teens. But you never were much of a gamer, huh?”

Tina handed the phone back. “You next!” she prompted her friend.

Predictably Gavin changed “Ferdinand”’s name to “Dipshit” and also made ample use of the test-button. Only when Hank came ‘round the corner, shouting for the “stupid, useless sardine tin”, did the duo revert the voice change. Gavin also typed something new into the name box that Tina could not see.

The android no longer going by “Connor” didn’t come to light anytime soon, because Hank had a rich pool of casual insults for it that could be used instead of an individual name.

Until RK800 found itself on the lower deck of the freighter “Jericho”, facing the deviant leader…

 Markus slowly turned around when he heard footsteps approach. He beheld the RK800 in its disguise and heard it say in its upbeat voice: “I am Your Daddy. Submit and follow me!”

“Is that a joke?!” Markus sputtered.

“No, this is very serious. I am Your Daddy, the android sent by Cyberlife…”

“That’s, uh, nice of Cyberlife. Yes, I really appreciate the gesture…”

This is probably meant as a distraction technique to throw me off? the deviant leader wondered. Out loud he said: “I’m an off-brand imitator product though. Not from Cyberlife.”

“I was instructed to bring you alive!” Connor chirped.

Markus hesitated. “By the person who named you?” he asked very carefully.

“No.”

“Ah, good!” Markus said with visible relief. “Well, maybe you and me can come to an understanding of a less… sensual nature?”

 Ten minutes later Markus introduced the RK800 to his friends:

“Hey, guys, this here is a new recruit. New one – meet North! North – meet Your Daddy!”

And that was the last thing Markus said for quite some time, because North punched him so hard that he temporarily shut down.

 Back in the present the captured deviants were still squabbling amongst each other, despite standing  with their hands behind their heads and lined up for transport to the recycling yards.

“That’s not fair!” an android wearing the old Cyberlife standard face protested, at which Perkins snapped “Shut up, tin can!“, but the blonde android retorted that he hadn’t been talking to the human, but to North.

“It really wasn’t fair of you”, the android addressed North. “Yes, you and Markus have been drifting apart and I admit in part this happened because of me, but even though your couple thing wouldn’t work out, he always had you in his mind. It was so kind of Markus to find you a new boyfriend, but what did you do? Punch him!”

This one, Perkins concluded, must be a BL100, a “perfect partner”. Even after deviating and  in the face of getting scrapped it was still obsessing about relationships. Oh, well, that would be Cyberlife’s problem in a few minutes, no longer his.

“Okay, that should wrap tonight’s operation up”, Perkins nodded. “Connor, was it?”

“Ah, no, actually I am Your Worst Nightmare Motherfucker… what the hell? Oh, no, they must be playing with the app again! I’m sorry, I…”

“You aren’t my worst nightmare, then?” Perkins sneered.

Already the man’s fingers were twitching, ready to draw his service pistol at this unpredictable prototype. It had served its purpose, after all.

“Then enlighten me, who or what are you?”

RK800 opened its mouth the exact same moment Gavin and Tina at the DPD were cracking up over another idea for a cool name that had just occurred to them. “I am A Deviant”, he said. “What? No I’m not! I am C… R… A Deviant! A Deviant! Oh, shit…”

There was no time to explain, because Perkins had already hissed “Should have known!” and opened fire. Simon, Josh, North and A Deviant dived for cover, dragging the unconscious Markus with them.

And the rest is history.

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