Identity (DETROIT BECOME HUMAN: Connor x Reader) *BEING EDITED*

CHAPTER ONE: Sweater Weather

Alright guys, before we get this show on the road-- there are some things to remember:

1. SPOILERS! MAJOR SPOILERS! DON'T READ UNLESS YOU FINISHED "DETROIT BECOME HUMAN" 

2. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE GAME, STORY, ETC. THIS IS JUST A HARMLESS FANFICTION.

3.There will be some spelling mistakes here and there. I'm sorry. 

4. Swearing, as usual. 

5. (Y/N) = Your Name.

6. I don't have much typed out, but I'll post as much as I can every now and then. 

I think that's it. So....yeah, carry on.

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NOV 4th 2038

Tap,Tap,Tap-- the sound my boots made while walking on the wet sidewalk. It's raining, again. It's always raining. Can it just pause for once? I move my umbrella from protecting myself-- feeling the raindrops fall into my hair, nope. It's not going to pause anytime soon. The weather has been really gloomy lately, sort of matches my mood these past few months.I sigh, seeing my breath escape. My body shivers, the rains making the weather much worse. My hand is freezing just holding the umbrella. Keep it together, (Y/n)-- you're almost home...just a block away. My feet pick up the pace, trying not to slip on any puddles. I turn my head to view around the neighborhood, people passing by with umbrellas in their hands and some with Androids behind them. I roll my eyes at them. A car horn honks coming from the street, there near the curb was a pool of rainwater--shit!-- he's gonna drive right thought that! I quickly grasp the umbrella handle and lowered it to my left side to protect me from the splash zone. The car accelerates through the puddle of water and the umbrella took the hit for me.

(Y/n)- " Ha!" I laugh hysterically with a grin on my face. That driver underestimated my quick reflex. I place the umbrella hovering above my head. Another horn drives by through the puddle, next thing I knew....my clothes were drenched.

(Y/n)- " Fuuhhhaaahhhh--!!" I shout in frustration and slapped my wet thigh-- still holding the umbrella-- which is useless to me at this point. This would happen to me. My feet continue to walk, seeing my house coming up on the right. I shuffle up the three steps leading to the front door, lowering my black umbrella and closing it shut. I place the wet umbrella leaning against a corner of the walls to let it dry over night. My body shivers of the cool breeze sweeping in,brrr...hurry and get inside! I fish my house keys from my coat pocket, ah-- got them! Placing the gold key into the key slot and turning the lock to hear a click of my door opening. Ahh-- finally! I shuffle into the house and shutting the door behind me. It's so nice to be home. I reach for the lights to switch on the ones in the living room, there stands Michael-- my HK400 android. Dark skin, average height, and brown eyes. A basic model. He looked the friendliest out of the bunch. 

(Y/n)- " Holy-- crap-- Michael, you scared the hell out of me." I say with a chuckle, relieved that it was him inside and not an intruder.

(Michael)- " I'm sorry if I startled you, welcome home (Y/n)" he says in a friendly voice with his hands folded in front of him.

(Y/n)-"No worries, uhm--you can find something to do" he nodded and headed towards the first room, which was the kitchen.

(Michael)- " I'll get started on dinner" Dinner. ..Right-- that works too.

(Y/n)- " Thank you" I removed my damp coat and placed it on a hook with my other sweaters and coats. I'm feeling a bit, better being inside with warmth. I took the front of my boot and placed it behind my the heel of left foot. I removed my foot from my boot and did the same to the other. Ahh-- so much better. While Michael is fixing up dinner, I'll go see what there is to do upstairs. Oh, take off my wet clothes would be good.My feet take me to the stairs on the left and head on up till I reached the top. Straight ahead was the main bedroom, my bedroom. It still feels strange being in here alone. It was my fault that I got too attached.

Entering through, it was neat-- clean, and smells almost like a brand new home. Thanks to Michael of course. My eyes wonder around the room, there I see my cell phone. That's where I had left it! I knew I forgot it at home. I head towards my phone laying on top of the dresser, looking at the screen closely.... two voicemail messages was left about a hour ago. It's from my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. Grant. I roll my eyes at the screen and scoff. What does this asshole want? I pressed onto the voicemail and it automatically starts to play.

(Voicemail)- " Hey-- (Y/n), Baby. ..when are we going to put this behind us? I know things between us have been rocky..." Rocky? Is that what he calls it? I feel my temper rising, thinking about him makes me so angry. While the voicemail still goes on, I head to my closet to pick out some dry pajamas.

(Voicemail)- " How long are you going to ignore me? It's been about a month or two?..." It's been three months actually. I removed my wet jeans and slipped on some red and blank flannel bottoms.

(Voicemail)- " Anyway-- (Y/n), please take me back...those girls didn't mean anything to me-- I swear, you're the one I love and care about. Please. When you get this message, please, please call me back. I love you..bye" He 'Loves' and 'Cares' about me?! That's some bullshit! I angrily throw my phone at the bed-- not to destroy another one.

(Y/n)- " Fuck you!" I say at the phone. I know he's not going to hear that-- but I am not going to contact him again. I never want to see him. How can he say that when I caught him sleeping around with women...and androids. It just--makes my blood boil. I dislike androids...but yet, I have one and I am very nice to him. I know Michael didn't do anything wrong, but I still dislike them.There's a reason for that. Hurts my chest just thinking about it.

(Michael)- " (Y/n), I heard you yelling....is there anything wrong?" he came to the entrance of my room to check on me.

(Y/n)- " No, --everything is fine. Thanks for checking on me" I smile, moving some strands of my hair away from my face.

(Michael)- " Dinner should be ready within the hour"

(Y/n)- " Thank you, Michael" I give him a smile and he heads back downstairs. I deeply sigh to calm my nerves. My feet step towards the bed and I plant my bum on he edge of the bed. I lean my back on the bed, feeling my muscles relax-- Long day today. Oh, wait-- the other voicemail on my phone besides Grants. I grab my phone on the bed where I threw it. I checked to see who else left me a message. It was Dad.

(Voicemail)- " H-heey-- sweet--eyyyy..." Oh crap. Dad's drunk again. I hear him hiccup quielty.

(voicemail)- " Just letting you know-- I'm not drunk, just out with the boys-- no Sumo...don't eat that!" What a liar. Sumo must be eating or licking Dad's puke off the floor again. Oh Dad. Poor Sumo has to deal with my dad like that. I hope when Dad's sober, he feeds and walks Sumo. 

(voicemail)-"Heh-- just wishing you late happy birthday and hope to hear from you soon....I dont know why, since you never return my calls as much.." he hiccups again, follow up with glass shattering in the distance. That's not true. I'm just a busy person,grhh-- I hate using that excuse. Plus my birthday was three days ago. Thanks anyway.

(voicemail)- " Don't worry about me, I'm okay. Goodbye" that was the end of the voicemail. Oh, Dad-- saying not to worry about you, makes me worry. His voicemails make me feel guilty for not seeing him-- but I couldn't stand to see how his behavior. I know I should go see him, its been months since I last saw him...but am I ready to face him again? I'll have to think about this during dinner.