My Type - Connor x Reader

Chapter Four

"Well of course. I was a maid before I went deviant and so they told me that my name is Y/n L/n. Y/n because thats what their daughter wanted and L/n cause that's their last name. They wrote it on my uniform so if I ever went 'lost', then a person could just return me." I scoffed, annoyed at my story cause I sound like just an object.

A moment of silence passed before Sally busted out laughing. Connor frowned and Hank was pissed.

"I'm so sorry!" She stated, wiping away tears from laughing so hard. "You said you were a maid before you became a cop? BAHAHAHA!" She bursted out laughing once more.

Ouch...

This now caught Connor attention as his brows furrowed.

"Why does it matter that she was a maid before she went into the police force?" Connor tried to resolve peacefully, hoping there was a reasonable explanation.

"So what are you gonna do when they investigate, you gonna vacuum up the blood?! Clean the murders weapon?! BAHAHA!" She bursted out laughing once more.

Double ouch..

Looking down at my shoes, I fiddled, holding back tears.

"Excuse me ma'am, that's not very nice of you to say." Connor said, stepping in front of me.

"Oh and who are you, the- THE BUTLER?! BAHAHA!" She was in her own little bubble of humour now.

Her words triggered it all again.

"A maid gone deviant? Yeah right! You should just go back and clean up those dishes!" The man found entertainment out of her suffering. The words started circling around her, tears rapidly falling down her face. "Honey, sweety, you're just an Android, you get an order and you do it." He chuckled, muttering words such as 'maid' and 'dishes' as he walked away. She felt so lost, alone. She should have just stayed at the house and not left. At least there she had one person. No. She had to find Jericho. For her. For Mariah.

Crying with tears I didn't even know were there, I walked over to Hank's desk.

{Connors Point of Veiw}

"HAHAHA- oh sugar honey iced tea, is she crying?" Sally questioned worriedly.

"Of course she is!" I spat at her, leaving to walk towards Y/n.

When I approached her, she didn't notice I was there. She was just standing there, leaned against the desk, sobbing. I placed my hand on her shoulder, surprisingly not scaring her. A few moments passed by before she turned around and enveloped me in a hug. Taken by surprised, I stood there.

I've never had someone hug me before..

It felt warm, comforting.. well it would have if she wasn't cry. Not really sure on what to do, I just did what she did, and put my arms around her. I could feel her warm tears soaking through my jacket.

Sad?

I felt sad. Sad for her? I wasn't sure. Is that another type of feeling? I placed my chin ontop of her head and rubbed circles on her back with my thumb, as I've seen some humans do before.

It was comfortable.

Comfortably sad.

Why did it have to feel so bad. Such a sensation.

"Y/n, are you-?" Hank cut himself off when he saw the sight.

"I'm alright, Hank!" Y/n peeped over my shoulder to reply to Hank, causing me and Hank to chuckle.

"..Good." Hank replied, coming and joining the hug.

Word count: 1489

Cuteee, cute and sad chapter, part of the readers backstory! Honestly yall should love me jk. Yeah! Also this happened while typing so like uhm..

So I guess it's Y/n Gay xD.

-KK