Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

One

(This yandere idea has been rattling around in my brain for a long time, but up until recently I could never figure out how to get someone like Connor to go that haywire. And for the moment I just want to get it down and out of my head; I'm not sure how long this one will be. I just hope you enjoy.

Since this is my yandere, the standard rules apply: female reader, lots of swearing and graphic stuff. I did the cover, but the original image isnt mine.

See this? Trigger Warning. Shit gets heavy right off the bat.

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The shards of broken glass littered the carpet in the hallway. Crawling over them only added to your injuries, but you needed to reach your phone. Thank God it wasn't too far from the hallway entrance.

Glass shredded your skin, embedding themselves as you slowly forced yourself out of the bedroom. Blood dripped and smeared on the carpet fibers; just another fucking mess at the end of the day.

Moving was agony, but remaining where you were left wasn't safe, either. But... perhaps "left" wasn't the right word. Abandoned, maybe, but that would imply that you wanted him to return.

If you could reach your phone, at least you would make a valiant attempt to prevent that. Your voice command system had been taken offline, of course, so that was pointless.

The front door was wide open, and the need to close it again was immense.

But since when did a simple locked door deter an android?

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"If you don't put that fucking coin away, I'm gonna see just how many places I can shove it into."

Immediately the coin was pocketed. "Sorry, Lieutenant," Connor replied softly. Two years ago a comment like this would have been heard and set aside, but deviancy was a tricky thing; he felt mildly uncomfortable being chastised. Again.

Hank sighed, glancing across his desk at the android, who was visibly unnerved. "I told you, you don't gotta call me that. Just Hank is fine. And..." He grimaced and squirmed. "I'm... sorry, too," he added, almost growling. "Rough morning, it's the little things that get under your skin. Y'know?" When the android merely nodded, Hank's eyebrows came together. "You all right? You look like you're having some kind of mental error thing going on."

Trying to smile and only succeeding partially, Connor nodded. "I'm not... entirely certain why my behavior is erratic today. I'm sorry, I'll try to keep myself together."

Luckily by now, Hank was aware of when he needed to back off, and it seemed like the android had some stuff he needed to think about. As often as he hated admitting it, he did give a shit about the kid. And clearly Connor was distracted. But if something was amiss, there was a good chance that he would talk. So, for now, he sighed and sat back.

It had been two years since Connor was essentially out of a job. Or rather, he abandoned his mission. Androids had been granted the rights they'd wanted so badly, and since CyberLife no longer needed to go after Markus, that left their prototype RK800 without a directive.

It took a little time, and he had to pull a string or two, but Hank had gotten the android as an official partner. Deviant or not, Connor being an android had proven incredibly effective when it came to cases involving other ones.

Just because androids were being recognized as living beings didn't mean there wasn't still some tension, right? They had a mixed bag of suspects and victims now, humans and androids alike.

".....ent.... Lieutenant. ..... LIEUTENANT!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST," Hank exclaimed, flinching and finally eyeing the android. "Okay, okay, I'm back to the world of the living, fucking hell....." He ran a hand down his face. "What is it? Was I drooling?"

Hand at his temple, the LED indicator was yellow; he was getting data of some kind. "I'm getting information about a situation. There was a phone call to emergency services thirty-six minutes ago; a woman was assaulted in her home."

Well, now he was paying attention. "What else? Suspect caught? She okay?"

"She was transported to Detroit General Hospital, and the suspect was not on the scene." Connor paused and made a slight grimace. "According to the first responders, she had been sexually assaulted."

Why the fuck did he make a face? "Jesus. Sexual assault, huh? Haven't had one of those in a hot minute. I thought most of the violence against androids was done."

But the android across from him shook his head, still visibly uncomfortable. "No, the victim is human. She stated that her assailant was an android."

Hank folded his arms. "Hold on a sec. An android sexually assaulted a human? That's not..." Shaking his head, now he understood why Connor had made a face. "That's not normal. Even by deviant standards; you guys were all wanting peace."

The subject shouldn't have been making him uncomfortable. But then again, coming to terms with things like emotions led to unpredictable results. Lowering his hand the android's gaze darted a little, unsure of the entire thing. He'd had two years to get accustomed to this, why was it bothering him? Physical violence was one thing, but for one being to harm another in such an intimate manner, it felt too... animalistic. Even decent humans wouldn't stoop that low, so why had an android done it?

Eyeing the kid, Hank couldn't help but notice the LED never going back to it's usual calm blue color. "Connor? You all right? You look like me after going into a whiskey coma."

"That's impossible; androids do not eat and therefore would not have the appropriate means to vomit."

Rolling his eyes, Hank shook his head. "You know what I mean. You look green, Connor. Uncomfortable and nauseous." He paused. "How come? This really bothering you?"

All the android could do was eye his partner. "Yes. And I don't know why, Hank."