a new android? {Connor X reader}

Chapter 1 part 2: What's Wrong With Me?

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"I... My name is Connor."

Connor. The android sent by Cyberlife. After researching, you've learned so much more about him. He is a detective for the DPD. He is the android model RK800. He has a curious personality. He knows self defence techniques and how to fight with a weapon. He aided in the revolutionary movement that set androids free of their captors and freed hundreds of androids from the Cyberlife tower. He likes dogs. And now, he is a leader, a member and representative for Android kind, sent by rA9 himself, Markus.
But those are facts. What you saw just a few days ago had stuck with you. What you saw was a soft being, beautiful brown eyes and a soft voice. He was curious and wanted to know more. How his brows furrowed and twitches as he observed you stuck in your mind. How his hands twiddled and flexed as he thought about your model made your cheeks burn. How he got so close... how he was right there without respecting your personal space. You wanted him close again.

Your thoughts stopped abruptly when you looked at the painting before you. It was him. You had painted him without thinking about it. You had to stop before anyone noticed. Picking up the painting, you carefully sneak it into your room and hide it so that no one would see your guilty pleasure.

Stepping out of the pool, Elijah dried off and slipped into his robe. Wondering into the kitchen, he searched for something to eat for lunch. Then a thought struck him.
Where's (y/n)? She should be cooking.
For the past few months, you've been learning how to cook various foods. You were curious about how humans ate and what kind of foods they enjoyed so you took to creating. But you're not around.

"(Y/n)? Where are you?" He asked, walking into the living room. But you're not there. Just an abandoned easel. He called your name again as he ascended a staircase leading to your room. He nearly jumped out of his skin as you scurried out if your room and closed the door quickly, looking only slightly panicked, but hid it with a smile.

"I-I'm sorry. I was... putting some paintings away." Your eyes shifted orange as you attempted to cover your secret. Knowing you're still only a year old and learning so much, he doesn't ask.

"It's okay. Shouldn't you be cooking?" Elijah asks, crossing his arms. You didn't verbally respond  only nodding and walking off to the kitchen to begin cooking lunch for Kamski. Something was up. Following your steps, Elijah followed you into the kitchen and just watched. You moved normally, and you seemed okay, but your eyes were blue, not the usual purple they were when you are creating.

"What are you thinking about?" He inquired, making you jump a little. You didn't think he'd actually talk. Pausing your movements momentarily, you look in his direction before continuing.

"That android that visited.. from Cyberlife. Connor... will he be back?" You ask, setting a knife down and look at your creator. He wasn't expecting that. He thought you were thinking about your programming or about the world, not an android.

"I... I don't know... he's a very busy man. I could call him but I'm not sure if he has time." Kamski explained, crossing his arms. (Y/n) didn't like the sounds of that. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to hear his soft voice and see those eyes again. She didn't know what she was feeling, but all she knew was she wanted more of him.

"(Y/n). The stove."
The fire alarm began to go off. Her gravy was burning.
"Oh crud!" She turned the stove off and turned the alarm off. Sighing, she threw the ruined gravy out. Her eyes became a dark shade of red. She took a moment to try and calm down, leaning over the counter. Elijah moved to comfort her, wrapping his arm around her back, rubbing her arms gently.

"If he's bothering you, I can take care of it. Though, I do see how you can be distracted. He is one of the more attractive models."
It was silent. (Y/n) looked at him confused. Elijah looked at her with a smirk.
"Dad..." (y/n)'s cheeks began to turn a rosy pink.
"I knew it." Elijah let's her go and walks away.
"Knew what!? Dad! What's wrong with me?!" (Y/n) squealed as she chased after Kamski, who was going back to the pool for a swim.

...

Connor walked into the Detroit police department offices and made a B-line for his desk, which sat across from Hank. Arriving to the pair of desks quickly, he noticed that Lieutenant Hank wasn't there yet, and probably wouldn't be for a while. Turning his computer on, he types his report of the new AMA001 for Markus. Falling back into program, he found it hard to write a report without sounding so... robotic. He was strait to the point and listed facts. No more, no less. Hitting send, he was now only left with his thoughts and the taunts of Gavin. Ignoring the minor nuisance, Connor began to think of what had taken place just yesterday. AMA001- (Y/n). You looked so human. You acted so human. You showed no signs of wanting to take or follow orders, unless they helped in your favor. Your paintings were all so unique and new, each could sell for so much. Going through the list of features only mentioned, he was left sort of breathless at the thought of you singing. Your soft silky voice flowing and bouncing through the air with easy, it made his false heart feel new. He wanted to see so much more of you, experience your wonders and watch as you preform the impossible. He wondered if you could do so much more then paint, draw, sing and act human.

Then a paper cup hit his head.

"Hey dick. Get me another coffee!" Gavin's rude voice hit him like a brick. Looking at the cup now on the floor, then at Gavin, Connor made a face and shook his head.

"Gavin, you can get one yourself. I am not your slave." Connor picked up the cup and threw it in a nearby trashcan, though he would have preferred to throw it right back in Gavin's face. He was being professional, or trying to.

"What? What was that you fucking robot?"

"Man, stop. Seriously. You can get charged with assault for that shit now." A fellow police officer attempted to intervene, but Gavin's pestering continued. Connor had to just tune him out and wait for Hank.