Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Nineteen

After the pair had been successfully silenced, you got up from the computer, towards one of the huge white containers. From inside you gently pulled out a glass jar, carefully insulated. The sides of the glass quickly grew foggy, so you took it to the tank in the back, pouring the contents into a chamber the males did not see. Only doing physical work would let your mind settle down again, but it didn't stop your hands from being mildly unsteady, nor your vision getting watery.

Soft footsteps approached, so the hand on your shoulder was expected. But the surprise was that it was Hank who came over. "Hey. I'm, uh... sorry about that. He's pretty bull-headed like I am. Didn't mean to rile you up, though."

The urge to snap back was powerful, but he wasn't the one to lash out on. You glanced over your shoulder, unable to even fake a smile. "It's fine, Hank. If he's sorry he can apologize himself."

He gave an expression that only meant he agreed completely. "I'm sure he will... once he gets his jaw up off the floor and the stick outta his ass."

"I get that he's a detective and he's programmed to interrogate. But it wasn't an interrogation. He just wasn't taking no for an answer." The empty jar was put on a shelf beside a few others. "I didn't want to just... come right out and say what I did. I know you guys need the truth from me, and I'm sorry for lying before. But it's nobody's fucking business why it happened. I fucked up and I'm not letting the process repeat itself."

As you spoke, the detective in question had gone silent, staring at the floor from where he sat. Your voices were soft, but not enough to stop the android from hearing. A tiny part of him was still wanting to press the matter, almost indignantly. But now knowing what had happened to the first test run of the software, Connor wasn't sure he was capable of fixing that kind of error.

[Error? The software had gotten corrupted somehow. Some unforseen virus that spread and...]

"All right, get in the tank." Lost in his thoughts, the android didn't see you return until you were standing in front of him, hands on your hips. "Undress, get rid of the skin, and get in. It takes a couple minutes while it adheres to you, but it dries fast." Your voice was listless, obviously still upset. Connor stood and opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "Tank. Now."

Only rarely was he so full of regret. Not only that, but his refusal to let his points go was only beneficial at work. Instead, he'd hurt you. But you weren't about to let him speak, so he followed his orders instead.

The only one mildly unnerved by the sight of his full android form was Hank, but then again he'd looked away too late and caught an eyeful of shit he didn't want to see. "God, I'm gonna have to drink this one away..." he grumbled.

"Yeah, me too," you replied. "For different reasons." The front of the tank lifted out and up, so Connor could step inside, leaning against the back. Once the front was back in place, it locked, ensuring an airtight seal. The liquid couldn't escape this way, as it was too much a pain in the ass to make more. As you walked to the tank's controls, you looked back at Hank. "You think he'd be mad if I left him in there for awhile? Not like he can drown."

The lieutenant chuckled and shook his head. "Lady, that's your decision. He might get mad if I did it, but you? Pretty sure he'd... er..." For that one moment Hank didn't finish his sentence. Not that he thought he was wrong, but moreso not wanting to embarrass his partner. Even if the android couldn't hear and had been embarrassed in the past.

"I guess I'll make a decision while he's in there." With the press of one button a blue-tinted liquid steadily filled the tank. "That's the adherent, by the way. Not the actual coating." Once the tank was filled, you waited for a green light on the control panel before pressing another button. A dark gray substance poured in as well, metallic and opaque. Once all of it had been injected and mixed with the adherent, the mixture began to drain, much slower than it had filled.

Hank stepped closer to watch, the metallic concoction stuck to the android's white shell instead of draining away. Connor looked like an iron mold in a vaguely human shape, but as it dried the gray faded to a completely invisible coating- as you'd already explained. "Well, I'll be damned... and that makes him bulletproof?"

"It better. Otherwise he might not survive against the prototype." You paused. "... I didn't even offer this when the RK900 was living with me. But I realized that he's just an improved Connor, so our science experiment in the tank needs some kind of advantage."

As soon as the coating was dry, the tank released the seal, opening in the front again. Connor stepped out, looking at his hands despite no visible change. His warm eyes looked up after a few seconds. "... thank you," he murmured, going to fetch his clothes to redress. This time Hank looked away immediately. "... does nudity bother you that much, Hank?"

"Nudity in general? No. Yours? I didn't need to see all your equipment, Connor," the lieutenant grumbled again. "I thought you androids were sexless."

"Some models are, but others are equipped with the corresponding geni--"

"Connor drop the fucking subject."

The android paused, already dressed. "... would it help you if I saw you nude, then?"

"NO, NO, NO, AND AGAIN, NO."

Despite your upset you found yourself grinning. "I don't know, Hank... are you two really best friends if you haven't seen each other naked?"

Pointing right at you, Hank scowled. "I don't even wanna see myself naked, and I'm not gonna do it cause I don't need to prove shit." While you laughed to yourself, he calmed a little. "Well, Connor? You got something you need to say? Or should I stand back and watch while she locks you in the tank for awhile?"

The android looked immensely uneasy, and this time you were glad to see it. Though as he slowly came closer, you crossed your arms. "Well? I'm listening," you spoke, a little annoyed that he was still silent.

Connor's mouth was trying to fail him again, but he forced himself to speak. "... I must apologize for provoking you. It was completely disrespectful, and I am aware that I cannot interrogate someone who has done nothing wrong, nor are in the position of needing to confess. I am... deeply sorry." His hands rose, paused, then lowered again a bit. "... this is forward of me but I don't think a verbal apology is sufficient."

That certainly got your attention. "Okay? What are you talking about? That was a pretty thorough apology."

[I am... terrified.]

As his hands were still up, all Connor could do was push his insecurity aside. So he gingerly took your head into his hands, kissing you before he lost his nerve.