Only Half Bad (ON HOLD)

An Android's Will

I apologize for the long chapter. I am sorry! It is pretty boring so... if you want to skip it feel free to. I do warn you that you will miss a few little things here or there but they aren't that important. Either way, I promise the next chapter will be more enjoyable! This one was simply needed to lead up to the next one.

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There was a loud clanging sound as the door closed behind me. Suddenly I was the only person in a closed off room, a deviant sitting down in front of me. He sat at a metal table. His hands were clasped together in front of him, handcuffs clasped around them almost painfully. Yet he didn't seem to be worried at all. The deviant stays still and silent. His eyes were staring straight ahead into nothing, probably trying to stay calm in any regard.

"Hello." I say simply, walking to the table. The chair was already pulled out by the last visitor. All I had to do was sit down and face the deviant. I did just that, my hands coming to rest in my lap.

The deviant was staring right at me, yet his eyes didn't seem to recognize me in any way. He wasn't staring at me, no. He was staring past me.

My job was to change that.

"My name is (Y/N), what's yours?" I try, hoping to install some trust in the deviant. This would work if he didn't trust me. Deviants were not Androids, you couldn't force answers out of them easily. Deviants were people, more than machines and to be treated more than machines.

Apparently the deviant wasn't having any of it. He simply stares forwards without any sort of flicker or gesture to say he was even alive. No matter how Sure I was that he was a deviant, he seemed extremely machine like at this moment. I needed something else... some way to measure his reactions to my words.

Stress level: 50%

I blink, my eyes adjusting to the new addition to my field of view. The words shone red with a bar beneath them. A measurement of stress. My eyes flicker to it for a moment before returning to the deviant.

"I'm here to help you get out of this." I say softly, laying my hands on the table before reaching for his. I grab onto his right hand with my own. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

When my bare skin touched him I felt something pass between us. An understanding. The deviant blinked, his eyes lowering to me. Confusion flashed through his face as he looks over me.

Stress level: 55%

"I am here to help." I repeat, my eyes holding his for a moment. My hand squeezes his reassuringly. He needed to answer my questions before someone a little less... helpful took over. "I just need you to answer a few questions. Nothing more."

Stress level: 48%

"What are the gonna do to me." The deviant suddenly spoke, his LED flashing red for a moment. He looks straight at me with fear in his eyes. I felt myself let out a sigh, pausing before I was able to answer.

"They are going to get you out of here." I whisper softly, the lie handing heavy on my chest. The deviant seemed to buy it, however. I could practically feel him relax. His hand even relaxes under my own.

Stress level: 43%

"Why are you helping them?" He whispers softly, his eyes dropping to my hand over his. He seemed to be battling fear and confusion through this whole situation. "You... you're not like them."

"I am a cop, nothing more." I say rather firmly. There is nothing I needed less than more suspicion to rise against me. With the deviant hunt on full blast and Conner's whole shit storm being blown out of proportion I did not need my dust to join in.