Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Thirty-Nine

While you sat where you were on the sofa, your heart was beating painfully in your throat. Gripping the cushion beneath you, you shook your head. "It... he's infected, Markus. A virus does some serious shit to humans, and it's the same for androids. All I can gather is that it mutates differently for every being..."

"So... Connor is literally sick?" Face full of disbelief, he did settle a bit. "Sicknesses can be cured. Most of them. But what kind of sickness turns an android possessive?"

That was when the guilt began to swell, making you feel as though you were sinking. "I... I develop experimental software and tech. Some things turn out perfectly, others... are a fucking disaster."

"You can't tell me you made this virus?"

"... not intentionally. The software was supposed to be like a self-help guide, for androids that were struggling with understanding emotions and things. The virus originated from one of those."

Your pause made the android uneasy, but he had an idea of what kind of guide it was supposed to be. "... love, right? You wanted to help some of us understand love."

The tears spilled before you realized they were forming, and you went on in an unsteady voice. "I lived with a prototype, after I left CyberLife. He... was actually an upgraded Connor. Looked really similar, but... he was cold and egotistical. He went behind my back and installed the software, telling me later that he wanted to change for my sake." Swallowing the lump back down, you took a deep breath. "Something in the software turned malignant, and it completely overtook him to the point he turned... a-abusive."

The concern replaced his disbelief, and Markus gently covered one of your hands with his. It was just a comfort attempt. "So was that when Connor stepped into the picture? With the bodyguard thing?"

Nodding, you hastily wiped the tears away. "He got the prototype shut down, made sure it couldn't reactivate. But... he passed the virus just before. And now it's mutating again, just in a different pattern."

"So... since it originated from the concept of love, when it turned infectious... the prototype turned you into a target." He frowned a little bit. "And now Connor has it, but he's targeting everyone besides you." Eyes darting about, Markus tried to think of some kind of solution that didn't involve shutting the RK800 down. But another thought passed, and he squeezed your hand. "I'm sorry about what happened. But... if this virus mutates from love, then... that prototype loved you, too."

Despite the tears, you shot the android a skeptical glance. "He certainly didn't show it."

"Hence installing the software. He didn't understand it, and clearly had no way to figure it out on his own. He was probably only cold to your face. Behind your back he was struggling because he didn't have the words to explain." Somehow, some fucking way, you realized Markus had to be right.

And I just didn't realize it because I never took the time to sit him down and talk...

"... you really seem to attract androids with one specific look, don't you? At least you know your type." You whipped your head towards him, only finding his grin. It was a well-timed bit of humor, and you did manage a quiet laugh.

"Well... for the most part, yes. I... also really like your eyes, though. The heterochromia stands out."

"Mm, trust me, it wasn't like this at the start."

"I can't imagine the type of errand that would need to be done in a private home, which houses another android." Connor's voice came from directly behind the sofa, and both you and Markus spun to find him standing still, hands behind his back. "One that seems intent on..." His eyes lingered on the hand covering yours. "... going behind my back."

You got to your feet swiftly, hurrying around the sofa to try and... well, hold him back if need be. But his appearance was just as worrying. "Connor how the fuck did you know where I went?!"

He looked away from the other male to give you the undivided attention you deserved. "I finished at the precinct, and you weren't home. My call went unanswered, so I tracked it's location."

There was another trail of blue blood dripping from his nose, but his explanation put everything else aside. "I'm sorry, you what?!"

His unmoving stance started to falter at your upset. "I... tracked your phone--"

"Oh, no, honey, I know what I heard! I wasn't home so you fucking stalked me!!" Nearby, Markus was trying to make a silent escape. "Did you even think that maybe I was someplace with bad service?! Or the fact that I said we would meet up at my house at five?! No, you finished whatever the fuck you were doing, saw I wasn't home, and called exactly once before deciding your best plan was to hunt me down!!"

All of his collected anger deflated the longer you yelled. The white LED began to flash yellow, letting him think clearly again. "I... I'm sorry, I... it was a poor choice, I... I see that now."

"All that fucking talk about me trusting you when you can't give me the same. You wanna know why I'm here, Connor? Huh?!" He wasn't sure, and couldn't answer. You went on anyways. "I'm here because your goddamn friend is concerned about you! And the whole reason you didn't know about it is because you wouldn't allow him to fucking talk to me! You threatened him, Connor, he hasn't done anything! He's just as worried about this virus as I am! But no, my location is here, so one or both of us are obviously betraying you!"

It didn't matter how bad or how often he'd gotten chewed out in the past; hearing you chew him out had absolutely devastated him. You were right, of course. He opened his mouth but could find no words to properly apologize with.

And yet... you sighed. Your hands, which had been planted on your hips, reached up to wipe his tears. You snatched a tissue from a box nearby to tend to the thirium from his nose, as well. "I snapped. I'm aware of that. I'm sorry for freaking out on you, but what you did was shitty. I hope you realize that."

Your gentle minding of him was soothing. "I do. I am so sorry... I should have trusted you, but......." Connor paused. "... I don't fully understand why I assumed the worst."

The bloodied tissue was held up. "Because of this. You're sick, honey. But in an android, instead of physical symptoms like coughing and sore throats, yours affects your way of thinking. It came from a self-help software about love, so that combined with your desire to protect me turns you into someone who sees everyone else as a threat. Including Markus, who kept going on about how happy he was seeing you with someone."

The detective's face fell, more ashamed by the second. At the far end of the expansive living room, Markus smiled and gave a tiny wave.

[This is the man I was about to rip apart. One of my few friends, who even in my absence speaks highly of me.]

His tears returned, unable to do much except drown in his regret. Markus returned to stand to the side of the two of you. Laying a hand on Connor's shoulder, he shook his head. "I'm not mad. We figured out this whole virus thing, and why you've been acting strangely. You're not fully in control, Connor. You do, however, have an extremely talented lover who wants to heal you."

"I am so sorry..." the other android whispered.

"It's all right. Go on, go home, let her figure this thing out." Markus shrugged. "I wasn't worried. I know you wouldn't have killed me."