Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Four

Your hands groped wildly for something to support, but in the end Hank caught you and helped you sit down. Your heart beat so hard in your throat that it was difficult to swallow. "H... h-he..."

There were some screens still working in the lobby, and probably more everywhere else. So Connor's broadcast had played there, as well. His words repeated themselves over and over mentally, and you were so disconnected from your surroundings that you didn't feel yourself crying.

Kneeling down beside you, Hank had a saddened expression. "Sweetheart? I know you're probably really fuckin' terrified, but... we still need you. He needs you. Nevermind what that message said; we have you right here, safe. And we'll only find him when we know for sure we can help him. All right?"

Hastily wiping the tears away, you nodded. "Y-yeah. I just... he just threatened the whole city... The more this goes on, even if we fix him... th-they might still try to destroy him."

"He's got a virus, right?" Gavin came closer, even his tone softer. "So he's not in control?" You nodded. "I mean... if people can get off from life sentences with pleading insanity, why not this? Far as I know, no other android got a virus and got this bad. We don't know how to react, but you can bet your ass they'll probably send in reinforcements to control him." Your face broke, but his hands went up to try and calm you. "It's bad, I know. I know. But I'm saying we fix him and explain the virus to pardon him from retaliation."

Honestly, you were sort of stunned. And so was Hank. "... you've got a good point, actually," he replied. "You've got connections to law enforcement and all that legal stuff, sweetheart. We can get you in front of whoever to explain the virus and how it affected him."

It was possibly your best bet. With a shaky sigh, you held up a hand and were pulled to your feet by Reed. "Okay, well... thank you. That solves the aftermath. Now we just need something to actually fix him."

Now that you were on the floor with the more sensitive info, the men just followed you as you searched for the door that might have answers. It took a bit of distance, but you found one labeled Research and Development. "I think this might be it," you spoke up, scanning your card to let the three of you in, your heart still racing as you turned the lights on.

The room was oddly small for a subject so vital. Just a few filing cabinets and a desk in the corner, with a lone computer on it. "Well, this is riveting," Gavin mumbled dryly, and you couldn't stop the giggle. "Right, so... fuck, what's the model number?"

"RK800. Also just try to find his name, but the number is more likely," you replied, already opening a drawer.

The next few minutes were surprisingly dull, which let your racing heart settle down again. But at the bottom drawer of one of the cabinets, a keycard was taped to the inside of the front. If you hadn't pulled the drawer out completely, you'd have missed it. So you carefully removed the card, tossing the tape aside, and looked it over. There was nothing remarkable about it to someone who wasn't an employee. But the pale blue lines at one end said enough: this was absolutely a restricted access card.

"What'd you find?" Hank questioned you, seeing the found card. "Access card?"

"Yeah, but... this one isn't mine. This has access to stuff most of us weren't allowed to see."

The other two immediately walked over, forgetting the useless files. "Okay, um... shit, hang on," Reed said, a little excitedly. "So... that card can access shit you can't. Where would that be?"

Your face went deadpan. "I don't know. I wasn't allowed to see in the first place." He slumped in disappointment, but you bit your lower lip. "Maybe... this room is too small. For such a huge company, a Research and Development section should be massive. But all these files don't have anything interesting."

Perking back up, Gavin walked away, eyeing the walls as he paced. Hank just looked at you and shrugged. "You think there's more to this little shithole?" he asked.

"There has to be. She's right: huge corporation, huge products, but nothing to show for it?" Not seeing anything worthwhile, Reed returned to the wall where the cabinets stood against. "Help me move these," he muttered, dragging one of the cabinets out with Hank's help.

Once it had been moved, your eyebrows went up. "Oh my god. Move the rest, there's a door here." After a few minutes of moving tall and heavy cabinets, and a lot of swearing on the males' parts, you were able to reach the access point. The newfound card was scanned, and sure enough the door opened to a pitch black room. There wasn't even any way to tell how big it was.

"Oh, complete with nightmares," the detective said casually.

You reached and felt the walls beside the door until you were able to switch the lights back on. As they lit up one by one, down towards the back of the room, you suddenly wished you hadn't found the damn card at all.

"... I take it back. This is the nightmare."

On your other side, Hank made a low sound of disgust. "As much as I don't wanna admit this, you're completely right. This is just fuckin' creepy."

With a nod, you added, "I.... I think I might even have nightmares. But... I thought they were all destroyed."

The room looked more like a smaller warehouse for extra storage. But besides some computers and desks and filing cabinets nearby, the main product that seemed to have been stored here were many, many RK800 models.

You were the only one to go any closer, but it was still with caution. Housing extra models wasn't new, but all of their eyes were open, motionless and silent. Once the LED was turned on, then it would boot up properly.

Skin crawling, you stood beside one of them, seeing the lack of warmth in the gaze. It was powered off, true, but the perfection in each replica was what creeped you out the most.

"So how does it feel knowing you're staring at endless versions of the guy that probably bent you over?" Reed earned himself a punch in the arm from the lieutenant, but you stormed over and snatched the detective by the collar. "It was a fucking joke!"

"Do I look like I'm laughing?! DO I?!" He just sort of sneered at you a little, but it faded quickly. "Either keep your fucking commentary to yourself or I'll be happy to finish that nose job!!"

Jerking out of your hold- why did it take so much effort?- Gavin straightened his collar. "How the fuck is your grip so damn strong?"

You held up your left hand, letting the skin fade from the prosthetic. His eyes widened a little, staring openly. He'd forgotten about the prosthetics Connor spoke of. Then he collapsed to the floor after you used your other prosthetic to kick his nuts again.

While Reed writhed and contemplated his life choices, you stared at your android arm. Then you turned to eye all the clones of Connor.