Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Scared

"What do you mean... 'befriend someone at all'?" Connor questioned.

"Um, it's... it's complicated." You said with hesitation. "I used to have a lot of friends when I was a kid, y'know? But, well, after my dad got troubled and addicted, and after losing his job... My friends' mothers wouldn't let them play or talk to me anymore. The reason's kinda obvious... Who in the world would let their kid befriend someone whose father is an addicted asshole?"

"It must have been hard for you." Connor commented.

"More or less." You shrugged. "In the following years I've been kinda lonely. 'Cause everybody would only know me as (Y/N): the daughter of the Loser Cop. So the friends I made throughout middle and high school just hang out with me for a while then left." You raised your eyebrow suddenly. "Well, I just got use to it. But I'm fine." You looked away for a moment.

Connor glanced at the window, the daylight is vanishing away, slowly bringing the cold November night. He noticed that your lips compressed together, he thought you weren't so confident on your words. "If I may say, (Y/N)... You don't look so fine with that statement."

"Nah, it's just that..." You smiled to yourself for a moment. "It's been a while since I had someone as my friend... I mean, officially. Especially an android."

"I understand." Connor comprehensively said. "But I'm happy to be your friend. And I want to assure you that I'll do my very best to make our friendship healthy. However, I must remind you that I'm not really 'someone'."

"What? Of course you're someone. You're Robocop." You said.

"You call me that, but you know I'm a machine." Connor stated. "I'm not alive...Therefore, I'm not 'someone'."

"What the fuck are you saying, Robocop?" You opposed. "Of course you're alive... Just look at you! You're able to walk on your own, think on your own... And you just chose to be my friend. You are someone."

"I'm programmed to do so. The humans designed me, and if it weren't for them I wouldn't be here." Connor said.

"Whatever... I don't wanna get stressed out over this." You said. Then you remembered the second reason for you to call Connor. "Speaking of stress... Hank told me about what happened at Stratford rooftop." Connor sat on the edge of the bed right next to you. "He said that... You were scared."

Connor glared down at his hands, his LED flicked yellow as he remembered what happened at that rooftop hours ago. The android couldn't deny your statement. "I was."

"Want to talk about it?"

"What do you want to know?" Connor questioned.

"You tell me... How did you feel?"

"When that deviant shot itself... When it died, I felt it die... like I was dying." Connor tried to explain. His LED was still yellow. You paid total attention to his words. "It was... strange. Something morbid, as if all that situation was affecting me directly... This wasn't supposed to happen. But when I probed it's memories, I saw a place... Jericho. I suppose that's where the deviants that attacked the TV Tower are."

"Jericho." You said. "Sounds like an android refuge, eh? Anyways, I think it's okay to be scared. It wasn't your fault, after all."

"You don't understand." Connor said. "Androids don't feel emotions. Therefore... I shouldn't have 'felt' that. I don't understand why or how that happened. I... I don't like the sensation. If I was able to feel fear even for a brief moment, I think I must test myself with more frequency."

"Connor..." That was the first time you called Connor by his name. You layed your hand on his left shoulder, and he glared at you. "It is okay to be scared... Don't worry so much. It was a one-time thing, that doesn't mean you're going deviant. Things happen, and that's it... It's all right."