Rk900 One-Shots

why are you at my front door?

Her favorite days were always when she was alone, without interruptions or anybody to tell her what to do. Naturally, those were on her days off from work. Something that didn't happen often. A few weeks ago, she had decided that she needed an off-day sometime and it landed on today.

She worked for CyberLife, inventing more resilient and durable biocompents for androids with dangerous tasks. Her work was becoming known to the big names inside of the company, gaining reputation and respect. Starting from overseeing factory management to actually studying the inter workings of each and ever component CyberLife has ever created.

Unlike CyberLife, she actually cared for the androids and made sure to have each product easy for the android to process and manage.

But that was beside to point for today, it was almost three o'clock and she was sitting on her couch in the living room. She was watching some sort of tv drama that was always on but she never bothered to actually pay attention. That was the thing though, she wasn't really watching it, instead scrolling through her computer on an online shopping browser. It was a pastime she had a terrible habit of doing, mainly because she always had packages coming in and half the time she didn't remember ordering the objects.

So when her doorbell rang, she didn't think much of it and didn't answer. Only because she thought it was the delivery man. She didn't remember what she ordered, but she would figure out later when she felt like getting up. So she continued to scroll, checking in with the tv as something interesting happened. Which was genuinely every two seconds because dramas enjoy putting plot twists where they shouldn't.

When the doorbell rang for the second time, she was a little concerned because no package needed a signature anymore. She most definitely was not expecting anyone but the mailman today.

But feeling like it could be important that they needed to ring twice, she silently groaned and padded over to the front door. Putting her bare foot behind the door a little, just in case, she opened it until it rested against the inside of her foot. Her rigid posture relaxed when she saw who was at the door.

"What are you doing?" She asked, red flags going off in her head as she opened the door all the way, confusion radiating off her features, "And tell me why you're covered in blood?"

It was her neighbor, an RK900 android who lived alone. She didn't know the specifics about one living on its own, but she never questioned it. The said android was covered in thirium and expelling labored breathes. He wasn't technically covered, but a two splotches were peeking out of his button up and his hand looked to be dislocated.

Even if she had worked at almost each position in CyberLife, she had never seen anything like this. It was new.

His other hand covered his mouth as he coughed, "I didn't know where else to go."

She titled her head in annoyance, "Bullshit," he seemed offended by her response — good — but didn't say anything and waited for her to continue, "You knew exactly where to go and then you headed in the opposite direction. An actual CyberLife store would've been great, or at least a repair shop." She had already kissed her peaceful after noon goodbye, turning her body to let the android in. Gesturing roughly in the direction of the kitchen, she threw her hand up and muttered, "Make yourself at home, I guess. Sit on the counter while I grab your components."

As she watched him sort of limp over to the kitchen, cradling his abdomen and hand, she went over into a storage closet for parts she had been working on. It did seem sketchy, but her neighbor was basically a bitch who forgot his protocol. Luckily, she was working on biocomponents for similar androids, so it was likely they would be compatible. She didn't know because she's never tested them before because she'd been working from home on these.