My Design (ConnerXAndroid!Reader)

Interrigation

"I detect instabilities in your programming. It comes with an unpleasant feeling, similar to what humans call fear." Conner begins, but to no avail. He tilts his head from one side to the other processing what to say next. He reaches his hand to the side and slides the evidence fodder so it faces Carlos' Android, opening it to the pictures.

"You know him? Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed 28 times." He says, the deviant remains silent. He picks up the first set of pictures and puts them to them side. "That was written on the walls in his blood." He explains before closing it and pushing it to the side, this time the deviants stress rising to 39%.

I nod, my back straight and hands clasped behind my back observing with close attention ready to step in if needed.

"Your accused of murder. You know you can not endanger or injured human life in any case. Doe you have anything to say in your defense?" He asks, once again rising the stress level to 43% but no speaking leading a small huff to come from Conner.

"You don't seem to understand the situation your in. You killed a human. They will rip you apart if you don't say something." He pushes, searching for answers. 47%. Suddenly, shifting from his stern face his features soften a slight bit in attempt to comfort him. I knew this wasn't real, it wouldn't last.

"We're here to help you." He says giving a small gesture towards me. "But you have to trust us, all we want is to get you out of here." He says leading me to nod once again as the deviant looks up. He glances towards the one sided glass, as if he knew there were people listening. Which there was. I get a hint of worry if this would stop him to look back down, but he didn't.

"What.. what are they going to do to me" the deviant looks, a seemingly look of desperation in his eyes as the meet with Conner's, who were once again stern. "There gonna destroy me, aren't they!" He says, his head twitching in different directions.

"They are going to take you apart. They will have to look for problems in your bio components." Conner says choosing the truthful route. "They have no choice, if they want to understand what had happened."

"Why did you guys tell them you found me?" He asks looking at Conner then me. To which I give a blank look back. "Why couldn't you have just left me back there?" He asks. 51%.

"We were programmed to hunt deviants like you. We had simply accomplished my mission." Conner says simply, and rightly.

"Her." The deviant nods at me. "You put your arm out in front of her as if to protect her from me. Why? Do you care for her?" He asks looking between us. This sparks something inside me, and I look at Conner awaiting the answer.

"..It was programmed instinct to keep my partner in tact. It would interrupt the mission if you were to attack her." He says with ought his usual quick response, but his stern features had remained.

"I- I don't want to die." He says next, his lip quivering.

"Then talk to me." Conner says, keeping direct eye contact to witch the deviant struggles to keep with him.

"I- I..." he starts a few noises of struggle leave his mouth before he continues. "I can't." He says looking back down. Conner remains still, in thought. Conner then, unexpectedly slams the file case onto the table leading me to jump, unaware at the sudden burst.

"28 stab wounds!" He shouts his facial features sharpening and he leans in words.

(28 STAB WOUNDS! As everyone does, I freakin love that line and if you guys could start a chain saying that in the comments it would actually make my day. Anyway back to the story~!)