Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Eight

The moment you stepped back into your home, you breathed a sigh of relief. There was no lingering smell of blood, nor of whatever cleaning chemicals may have been used. You sank into your living room sofa while the other two came inside; Hank made sure to close and lock the front door behind him. You managed a smile, watching. "Thanks. I'll get back up in a second to turn my voice command system back on."

The human nodded before turning to the android, who seemed to have calmed down a little bit. "Connor, is there anything I need to drop off from my place?"

Connor shook his head, standing beside the couch. "I don't expect to be here more than a week, but if the situation changes, I'll contact you immediately. Thank you, though."

Lifting his hands and letting them drop back down to his sides, Hank nodded again. "All right, well, uh..." He looked to you. "Anything you need to tell me before I fuck off and do my own thing?"

You shook your head, hesitated, then pushed yourself up and off of the couch. Pulling the lieutenant into a hug, you could feel how awkward he felt... though the hug was still returned. "Thank you. Both of you. I really do feel much safer, and I don't know what would happen if I hadn't brought it up in the first place."

"Yeah, well, uh..." he muttered, clearing his throat and feeling a touch awkward still, even after you'd pulled away. "Don't thank me, thank Connor. But if shit goes south, God forbid, you know how to get a hold of me. And I'll, uh... I'll stop by tomorrow. Just in case."

"All right, sounds good."

Before you could turn, Hank still spoke up. "Oh, uh... I do have one question." When you nodded, he went on. "You said you quit for ethical reasons. Was that a lie, too?"

Sighing heavily, your hands cupped your elbows. "Not a lie, you have my word. I really did quit CyberLife for ethical reasons."

"They weren't treating you like shit, were they?"

"What? No, God no! I don't think I was ever in any danger of losing my job for anything. I doubt I was, like... protected, but... Not to break an arm jerking myself off, but I did amazing work."

That got him to snort and chuckle quietly, while Connor was left entirely in the dark again. "I guess with a fancy-ass degree like the one on your wall, and an equally fancy award, you weren't on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder."

There was a soft smile on your face as you held your hand out for Hank to shake. "Hi, I'm the former Director of Experimental A.I. and Technology."

"Oh, Jesus. So then why the fuck did you leave? That sounded like a pretty cushy fuckin' job, lady."

"Because I realized that I was on the wrong side." You made your way back to the sofa, sitting down and looking towards Connor instead. "A couple of years ago, I was in my lab, working on a prototype, like I sometimes was. But that was the day the Stratford Tower was infiltrated. I was listening to that speech, and it had been in my head even as I was working. The things he was asking for were so... basic. The bare minimum, the kind of things humans got automatically. But here was an android having to ask for them. It... it wasn't right." You shook your head. "I looked at the prototype hooked up to my system and something just... hit me. I was experimenting on someone who hadn't given consent."

Hank's eyebrows were high, arms crossed. "That's a hell of a revelation."

"Maybe, but I don't regret leaving. I didn't put in a letter of resignation, I didn't even hand in my badge or anything. I just cleared out my lab and left."

Listening intently, the android slowly sat beside you, gaze never wavering as you told your story. "What happened with the prototype you were working on?"

Don't lie. It's all right. I'm safe.

You smiled a little. "Well... I woke him up. Disconnected everything from his systems, put him back together, and booted him up. He was... confused, I think. Unsure of what was going on. He wasn't really supposed to be active yet, not so soon, but it didn't feel right to abandon him."

"Was he left behind when you quit?"

"No, no, no. I couldn't do that. When I say I "woke him up", I mean I sat him down and made him hear that speech from earlier that day. I sat and talked with him until I felt certain that he'd gained his self-awareness." Here you did hesitate. "I tried to convince him to leave. I'd smuggle him out so he could learn to live a proper life. But... I think he was uncomfortable with the idea. He'd just been activated, and also turned deviant. So he... asked to come with me."

Connor looked away, understanding how your prototype must have felt. Sudden consciousness and deviancy at the same time; whatever purpose he must have had hadn't even been realized yet.

[The android was living here.]

If you'd been speaking, it fell silent as a hand laid over your own. The android gazed at you with an intense look, catching your attention immediately. "The prototype you brought home. Was he the one who assaulted you?"

Shit. Gathering all your resolve, and swearing that they'd make sure you were safe, you nodded. "Yes. He... he did."

Hank came closer, realizing that they were getting the details they needed. "Okay, NDA or not, we need the description of this guy. Plus any other details you can give us. Connor won't leave your side, but we need this stuff, all right? No more lying."

The hand covering yours was, in a few ways, comforting. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "The NDA is null and void, Hank. It's been more than a year since I left, CyberLife is completely different, and this is for the sake of justice." Your other hand covered Connor's, neither you nor Hank noting his LED flash red for a moment. "...... the prototype has dark hair, about as tall as most male androids. Clear blue eyes, the sort of face that can be disarming, but... he was made to be deadly. His jacket is white with a high collar, too."

"Did he have a model number?" Connor asked quietly. For the life of him he was paying attention, but for reasons he couldn't explain, did not want to pull his hand away from your own.

"His model number?" You laughed, quiet and short-lived, turning to face him. "Yes. He was a prototype, but he definitely had one."

"Do you remember it?"

"Of course, Connor. RK900."