Only Half Bad (ON HOLD)

Bad Nights, Bad Timing

I sigh softly at the person sitting on my doorstep. The man was obviously frightened beyond himself and fearful of what was happening. If I had to guess his purpose here, well, it wouldn't be that hard.

"What can I do for you?" I ask politely, stepping in front of the man. It was still pouring down rain unfortunately. I was soaked to the bone and cold throughout my entire body. If I could I would slip right on by and lock my door for the night. Dealing with people like him always took hours, depending on the damage done.

The man stood and stepped to the side, seemingly knowing I needed to get under the cover of my house. As I pass him I notice his hand held tightly against his stomach area. This was going to be a long night, it seemed. Beside his injury, it was rather easy to tell he was an android. His model was a very common one. He sported the same blonde hair, blue eyes, and LED that all of them did. The only difference? The panic I saw in his eyes.

It was astounding to see. After walking around Detroit for years accompanied by androids that feel nothing it sent shivers down my spine. The way his skin wrinkles around his eyes in anxiety. At this moment he looks more human than some humans do.

"Come on in, and tell me what biocomponent is damaged." I mutter quietly. The door stays open behind me as I knew it would, the deviant trailing me and closing the door when it was done. I had just flipped on the lamp to my right when the door closed. Darkness overtook the room for a moment before I could manage to get the lamp up and running. As soon as I did I moved into the kitchen.

The kitchen was small and normal looking, yet it held one of the darkest secrets I have ever kept. The man - the deviant - behind me was now part of that secret. When he didn't answer me I turn to look at him. He had stopped just inside the door, battling with himself. I let out a sigh as I slip off my wet jacket and set I to the side. Deviants fear just as much as humans do. It sometimes got annoying...

"Look, we don't have time to beat around the bush alright?" I reach down and pull of my shoes, throwing them to the side. My socks were the next things to be thrown away and into the dryer. I couldn't really do much about my clothes at the moment, not with the android behind me. "You can trust me. I have no reason to turn you in. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) , the fantasized helper of the Deviants. Now follow me and fill me in on your condition. Start with your name, please."

My speech was given to about every person who walked through that door. They were all scared, anxious, and slow to trust me. As I had come to learn, most of them had reasons. Androids were treated like dirt in this world, they were told they were terrible people and not alive over and over again. It lead to extreme self esteem issues when they finally got the courage to fight back.

I bend down without waiting for the deviant to do anything or say a word. He would speak eventually, that much I knew. As I waited I wiggle my finger into a small crack in a tile of my floor. With a little work it fit inside almost perfectly. I quickly pull up the cracked tile to reveal a small chain. I pull the chain and stand, wincing slightly at the loud noise my floor made as about five tiles were pulled up out of place. Underneath them was a perfectly shaped trap door. A small keyhole was located in the middle, in which I take the key from my necklace and unlock it easily. The door slid open with a little mechanical work just as I reattached the locket to my necklace.

My eyes rise to look at the deviant before I nod to the door. I wasn't joking around when I said he could trust me, this is usually what gets deviants to truly trust me. Of course this wasn't the main entrance. It was rather risky to open this thing every day of the week. No, instead this was but one of three exits scattered around my house. The main one I tended to use was in my shed. That one was situated with stairs that led down to the basement, but then again, my shed was outside in the pouring down rain. I didn't want to walk in that and this android could be in a world of trouble. Rain wouldn't help either of us.