Scatterbrained {ConnorxReader}

~Chapter 20~

You had decided to make your way back to Hank's house when the rain started to pour down. Upon stepping back inside and kicking off your shoes, the panting slobbery mess known as Sumo met you at the door. And to the right, Hank was hunched over his laptop in the corner of the living room.
"What are you doing, Lieutenant?" Connor set down the umbrella on the rug and hung up his damp work uniform. He looked unfamiliar without his jacket. Sure, the white button-up looked very nice on him, but it just wasn't the same.
"Work." He replied bluntly. The light from the laptop illuminated his tired face. You flicked on the ceiling fan light above.
"Wow, that's a rare sight." You snickered and Hank scowled as his eyes adjusted to the light change.
"Yeah whatever." He rest his head on one fist and glanced at you and Connor. "So how was your make-out session?"
"Shut up." You quickly parted from the Android, leaving him puzzled. Shouldn't he know what that is by now? Knowing him well enough, he was probably looking it up. Sumo padded behind you while you walked to the kitchen.
"We did not engage in that certain recreational activity." The felt the blush rise to your cheeks as you poured a glass of water. Hank only laughed at Connor's repose. Then Connor met your eyes. Noticing your reddened face, he winked.
"What are you working on? You seem to be researching something." You blinked. A lot. Why would he- Since when has he ever- Wh...What??
"This...'Elijah Kamski' guy. He was super popular a few years ago." Hank continued to scroll through the website, absentmindedly talking to Connor. You drained the glass of water while trying to hide the rose red on your face.
"'Figured he could help us with this case, seeing as he founded CyberLife in the first place." They both spoke towards each other, facing away from you. Soon enough you relaxed on the couch.
"I could find his location for you, if that would help." Connor mentioned.
"Sure, thanks."
And within the next hour you were off. You weren't sure where exactly in Detroit, but probably wherever Mr. Kamski's house was. You joined along. Obviously you would never pass up the opportunity to visit a billionaire's house. Strangely, Hank acted determined to find a lead for the case. Connor was silent. Which wasn't strange. You gazed out of the passenger window, watching the snow blow by. By the time you had gotten to Hank's, the rain was turning to sleet. And then without noticing, it had turned to small snowflakes.
The car came to a jolt of a stop. Your ears began to ring due to the lack of heavy metal blasting in the car. All three of you piled out into the emptied, snow-covered parking space. The dark minimalist-styled house sat directly on the body of water. You looked out over it as you followed behind Connor, following Hank. The water was almost completely frozen over, but still preserved beauty.
"Maybe I should...I should stay behind." The words fumbled out. Your voice was dry and quiet in the large, open space.
"Why?" Hank asked, barely turning his head to speak. Snow began to pile up on his shoulders and hair.
"I just feel like I'm not super, uh, important to this case. You can do the talking." Your tongue tied in a knot for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the change of setting.
"If you're okay with that." He shrugged his shoulders, standing in front of the tall grey door. Even with the window next to it, you couldn't clearly see inside.
"I am."
"Are you positive?" Connor chimed in.
"I said yes, Connor. Didn't you hear me?" A tiny laugh escaped your mouth, leaving your breath dancing in the air.
"I did. But I'm aware humans tend to lie about their inner thoughts." Connor stopped in front of you, eyeing you. "I was only making sure." You instinctively looked away. You couldn't explain why. It was strange, though. How much he knew about humans. And how right his statement was. Hank loudly sighed and rang the doorbell. An echoey melody rang, leaving your party in silence. Sweet, awkward silence. You noticed Connor's LED flicker gold. The cold started to nip at your toes until the door slid open, revealing the person behind it. What was contained surprised you- a blonde, pretty Android. Her hand rested on the door, preparing to close it on the strange bunch of humans and an Android waiting. You haven't seen an Android like her before. Her face was painted in makeup, making her even more flattering. The blue dress fit her body perfectly. Hank seemed to freeze up.
"Hi. I'm, uh, Lieutenant Hank Anderson from the Detroit City Police Department." You rubbed your arms with your hands. "I'm here to see Mr. Elijah Kamski." The Android's ocean blue eyes studied all three of you for a moment, before switching to a welcoming smile.
"Please, come in." She motioned for you to enter. The inside of the home was much prettier than the outside.
"Uh, okay." Your party filed inside out of the snow. She closed the door quietly behind you.
"I'll let Elijah know you're here. But please, make yourself comfortable." The Android nodded respectfully before leaving into another room. Soft music played in the distance. Behind you in a corner, Hank sat in a red and silver chair, underneath a lamp. A tree with pink colored leaves separated it from the other identical chair. This room alone was too fancy for you. You sat in the opposite chair, watching as Connor studied things situated around the room. Even if he was classified as a deviant now, he hasn't changed much. Hank and Connor spoke back and forth about topics. Small talk. Filling in the silence, and passing time. You sat stiffly in the chair, not daring to move at all. What if you break it? Stain it? I mean, he'd probably have enough money to replace it. But still.
As you were just starting to zone out into nothing, the interior door slid open again.
"Elijah will see you now." Her hands folded in front of herself. She stood next to the door, waiting for Hank and Connor. Hank glanced at you, only giving a small wave before leaving your sight. And then you waited. A sigh escaped your lips as you held your hands together anxiously.

The ex-founder of CyberLife rest his hand on my right shoulder, holding the gun trained at the RT600 below me. At both sides of me, Hank and Kamski were playing a game. And I was their game piece. For the first time, holding a gun in my hand felt like a violation. This power shouldn't be given to me. Such a debatable choice shouldn't result in life or death for someone. Something. A machine.
"Pull the trigger," And get one step closer to accomplishing my mission. And be an obedient machine. And do what I was designed to do.
"Connor! Don't." And fail my mission. And make Hank happy. And make Y/N happy.
"and I'll tell you what you wanna know." They continued their game. I, as the game piece. Commonly, only one would win in a game similar to this.
I looked down into the RT600's ocean blue eyes. An obedient machine. But not deserving death. Androids as a whole were designed to be almost identical to humans, their creators. They acted the same, looked the same, and now...felt the same. They...we are oppressed. We follow their orders without question. I follow orders without question. "Pull the trigger." My LED rapidly flashed red and yellow. I'm being used. Just their game piece.
A memory flashed before my eyes in a flash of a second. Y/N crying and begging, "They want to live free. Connor, please!" My arm stiffened. I felt all three pairs of eyes staring me down. Waiting for my play in the game. "Please don't!" I jerked my arm away. The gun felt heavy in my fingers. My pump regulator attempted to return to a normal pace. I thought I saw relief flush over the RT600's face. I wanted to drop the gun, run out of the building, scream my thoughts into the world. My body felt lighter as the gun was taken from my hand.
"Fascinating." The scene was a blur as Hank grabbed my shoulder and pulled me outside. I was dragged away, without knowing who won the game. Maybe someone had already won a long time ago.

The interior door in front of you slid open. Hank burst through the room, losing Connor behind him.
"By the way," An unfamiliar voice sounded out. "I always leave an emergency exit in my programs." You stood up to find Connor listening to the voice.
"You never know." His LED flickered yellow. He remained silent before following behind Hank, waiting outside.
"Connor?" You called behind him. Once again outside, you closed the large door behind you. The cold wind nipped your sides. Halfway down the ramp, Connor ran his hand through his hair nervously.
"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank came to a stop. Connor almost acted frustrated. He jerked his body around, facing you and Hank.
"I, just...that...girl- I couldn't." He threw his arms out to his sides. Immediate panic ensued.
"Wait, shooting who?" Your voice rose.
"I'll explain later." The older man mumbled to you.
"Seriously, what happened?" With lots of self-control, you lowered your voice. Everyone was silent. Your heart pounded with every second, waiting for an answer.
"He made me point a gun at that girl! He- he was just trying to manipulate me." Connor choked his words out. "And I,...I just couldn't be obedient." Without processing your thoughts, you grasped his larger hands. You used your thumb to draw circles in his synthetic skin. Your pulled yourself closer to him once you saw the stress leave his body and eyes. Who cares if Hank was watching at this point.
"As long as you did what you felt was right," Connor completed the hug. "you'll be okay."
"But...but CyberLife will-" His voice was tiny again. You held his body tighter.
"Don't worry about that right now." A wide smile formed on your lips when Connor hid his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. You suddenly weren't cold anymore.

Heyo, here's a long chapter for you. Also, just as a heads-up, we're getting closer to the ending. Not so close that you need to worry about it, but things are drawing nearer.
Until next time, Pixel Crew!