The Real Me

//Introduction/ Chapter 1//

Hey everyone, it's been awhile hasn't it??

Somehow my account was restored.

And I have a new obsession with Detroit: Become Human

It's a really good game btw

This is going to be a Connor x Gavin Stipper AU, if you dont like this ship, please don't read, if you do, enjoy ;)

*DISCLAMIER:*

This story will/might contain:
-Self harm
-Smut
-Graphic Scenes
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Swearing
-BoyxBoy

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Narrator's P.O.V.

Connor, an RK800 model, has always worked as partners with Lieutenant Hank Anderson at the Detroit Police Station, but Connor had a part-time hidden job on the side to full his and other's "needs."

He was an android

A sex Android at the Eden Club.

He knew that he'd be fired from the station in a heartbeat, so he would always change his skin and clothes as his disguise.

But one night from working one of  many late hours into his Eden Club shift, was requested to give a lap dance one for one of the customers, and didn't change himself. This one time without it wouldnt hurt, right?

Connor's P.O.V.

I recently arrived to my second occupation, right after clocking out of the station.

Why do I do this to myself??

I'm free, but......

I'm not.
I let these thoughts ponder over my program,

I live this secret life style no one is aware of and will disown me for it.

So what exactly am I??

-Stress Level: 10%-

I allow myself and software instability cool down as I prepare for these late hours

But yet, my system lets these thoughts ponder over my program, making me simulate the emotion anxiety and fear once more, producing the similar liquid humans refer as "sweat", pressuring my temperature levels.

-Stress Level: 17%-

Connor!! Clam down , you're going to make yourself deactivate!!

Inhaling deeply and breathing out, I was ready to go out on the stage and beging this night.

I start to leave my dressing room, but realize that i forgot to change my skin.

No one from or work or people i know goes here, I dont need to hide myself anymore.

I exhale once more and leave the room and walk up to my boss.

"Mr. Jefferson?" I questioned, lightly tapping him on the shoulder

"Huh? Who are you? You want to request for a dance?" Jefferson turned around with confusion covering his face.

"No. Brad, it's me Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife."

"Oh, right, I almsor forgot." He chuckled.

"I know this may a a disturbance for you, but since my program is a bit overheated, I decided to not change my skin for the work day. Do I still meet the requirements to perform today?" I ask with concern.

"The fuck? Uh... Yeah sure whatever, but make me money Connor." Brad grunted.

"Thank you again Mr. Jeffers-"

"Just call me Brad, thanks" he began to walk away then turned around.

"By the way, Connor. You have a dance number to perform in room #5."

"Oh? Who is my client."

"Last name is Reed or some shit, just go shake your fake ads for him like everyone other Android here, that's your fucking plastic purpose here anyways."

Reed???

No... It can't be....

-Stress Level: 32%-

Come no Connor, there's millions of people in Detroit, anybody could have Reed as their last name.

"The fuck are yiu standing thete for?? They're waiting for you, get a move in!" Mr.Jefferson demanded.

"Right away, Brad" I collect myself and head down the hallway.

I look upon the door

Room #5

-Stress Level: 36%-

I turn the doorknob and enter, quietly closing the door behind me, glancing towards the figure.

Shit, I should've changed my skin!!

"I fucking knew it, you dipshit!"

-Stress Level: 45%-

A/n:
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-Will Connor no longer have both of his jobs? Or does Gavin have something up his sleeve? Be sure to keep up with "The Real Me"!!
-Tysm for reading the Intro/ 1st chapter of thus story!!
-I hope you enjoyed!!
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Word Count: 701
-Sorry for this being a short chapter, I'll make sure I write prolonged chapters in the future!! It's good to fianlly be back and do what i love the most :)

-Love,
     ~Mama Paige