"Life's a glitch..."
Cyborg x Male!oc
DCEU/AU
One-shot
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Victor Stone/Cyborg or any of the DC characters used in this fic. All rights to their respective parties. I do own my character(s) and their story(s).
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______________________ Synopsis: Victor Stone helps a neighbor on hard times... Warning(s):Explicit language, death, blood, violence, hacking, ASD, anxiety, Oversharing/rambling, Multiple timelines, tragedy, more to be added... Note:This is pretty much all fluff despite warnings. Came to me right after I posted that thirst status about Ray. Takes place before + after the accident. Possible Knightmare TL if I continue. The OC has ASD and is on the spectrum & is my fave because he's basically a reader insert except I'm a little more socialized than him and a lot less smart. I just want to say that in NO WAY am I claiming to be a professional nor someone who can speak for all people on the spectrum, the same in regards to this character. ______________________
2 Years Ago
He sighed and rubbed his sweaty hands down his jeans. His head shaking. "This is so stupid," He whispered to himself. He raised his fist despite how terrible of an idea it was.
Chase tapped on the door three times, each knock softer than the last. He huffed and dropped his fist. "God this is dumb." He added.
He looked over his shoulder. Noticing only 2 other units on the floor. 14 and 16. The units were huge, he could tell from the size of the building.
When Chase had first pulled up to the luxury apartments nestled between the luxury and diamond district, he thought his GPS led him astray. After all, his phone was just as crappy as his car. There'd been plenty of times he was lost to the intricate streets of Gotham. One of the worst cities to be lost in.
Which was the entire reason he stayed on campus as GCU with his nose implanted in his textbook. Had it not been for his best—and only—friend Sarah, he would never leave the quiet comfort of his room. In fact, it was Sarah who'd inspired that night's travel.
Chase shifted his weight to his other foot. Then he checked the time on his phone. He sighed and looked back up at the stained metal door. Glaring into the peephole as if he'd see through the other side. He scoffed and turned.
"Well, I tried." He remarked. More assure himself than anything. He'd have to find another way to help.
As he took his first step, the door opened. "Hey, you Sarah's friend?" Questioned a deep voice from behind.
Chase practically jumped. His heart began to race the second he heard the voice. It was no specific fault of the voice's owner, Victor(y) Stone; it was Chase's. He had a hard time talking to people, especially people like Victor.
