Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Chase

You were tense and really annoyed by all this situation. Couldn't stand the arguing anymore.

"Guys!" You interrupted. "This is no place to argue. You've got more important things to do." You pointed at the deviant android standing.

"Come here." Hank cuffed the deviant.

"Why are you doing this?" The deviant was incredulous. "You're one of us!"

"Shut up!" Hank spat.

"You're helping humans... But you're just their slave!"

"I said shut up!" Hank was really annoyed.

Connor's countenance was blank. Empty. He doesn't understand. Connor was assigned only to stop deviants, nothing more, nothing less; he only understands that deviancy is a software instability and it must be stopped, their expressions, emotions, their reasons... They don't really mean anything. They don't really exist.

The three of you were now leading the deviant android, handcuffed, ready to turn him in to DPD. Suddenly, you heard him murmur to himself "rA9, save me.". The android escaped from Hank's grip, and jumped off the building.

"Holy shit..." Hank sighed.

"He killed himself..." You mumbled. "Well, that's nasty."

Hank was disgusted, and and a bit stressed out "Fucking androids." He left.

You put your hand on Connor's shoulder, he glanced at you. "Don't worry," You said, giving him a thoughtful smile. "You did your job. He'll forgive you eventually... i guess."

At the end of the day, you went home. Since it wasn't raining anymore you took a taxi. You were just passing by, you have a dance practice in a few minutes. You changed your clothes, and grabbed a snack for later. You quickly locked the front door, and sighed.

Another day, another beatdown...

You checked the time on your phone: 05:01 P.M. Time to go. You hopped down the street, and took a taxi once again. When you finally made it to the college's practice room, you greeted the other members then started stretching yourself.

Everything went fine. You emptied your mind, you were feeling the music, hitting those incredible moves... until you missed a step, you almost falled. Ruining everything. Your dance instructor, Mr. Fillerman, had to stop the practice.

"Again, (Y/N)?" The brunette layed his hands on his hips. This wasn't the first time you missed the same move. 

You rubbed you temple, already getting stressed "Sorry, Mr. Fillerman. I had a long day..."

"Everybody had." He stated. "And this performance is one of my best projects! You know we all have important participations, specially your solo."

"I know..."

"C'mon, you're one of the best!" He gestured his hands. "Just don't give in. I believe in you... And i know how hard this choreography is, but you need to get it together. Understood? I don't want to pressure any of you."

More than you already did? Sorry, hun, that's impossible.

"Alright, guys!" Mr. Fillerman clapped his hands. "Let's start all over again, but we're praticing the 3rd Move instead. Craig, Megan, you start!"

After the dance practice, you'd finally get some rest. You were at the park, making your way home, watching the children play around with their respective androids. That gives you sweet memories, but traumatizing at the same time. You sighed, ready to put your earbuds, but then...