Processing Emotion (Connor x Reader) 18+

My Name is Connor

You stumbled into your office, trying to juggle the bunches of papers in your hands. This was a typical day in the police department for you. You woke up at about 7:00 am sharp every morning, followed with a quick shower, quickly slipping on an outfit you pre-planned the day before, and out the door you went. The streets were crowded with androids already, starting their long day of work. Seeing the sight only filled you with despair, knowing that androids would soon be filling your day of work as well. They were everywhere-- even if you wanted to, you couldn't get away from them.

The office had only three employees inside so far, not including the android clerks at the front desk. Your boss hadn't even arrived yet, and that was just how you liked it. You carefully placed your papers on the small work space you had, and plopped down onto your office chair. You peered around, giving special attention to the cafeteria. Looking a bit closer, you noticed the coffee station was fully stocked-- including doughnuts. You nearly flung yourself out of your chair, and raced over to the box. Only two doughnuts were missing from the initial twelve, giving you quite the selection.

'...Strawberry glaze...chocolate...custard filled...jelly filled...' you thought to yourself quietly, deciding if you could control yourself to take no more than two. You left the doughnut box in shambles as you quickly turned around with four on a small napkin. You then bumped directly into a tall man, sending your fine selection to the floor. "My doughnuts!" You yelled frantically, dropping to your knees as if the five-second rule existed. "I wouldn't eat those if I were you," the tall man commented analytically. You looked up, fury in your eyes, until you remembered you were at work and fighting a person over desserts would be unprofessional. Except, this wasn't a person; this was an android. 

"My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."

You awkwardly brought yourself up from the ground, your dirtied doughnuts in the palms of your hand. "Hi," you said shortly, walking towards the trashcan, releasing the four beauties from your fingertips and into the abyss of waste. "The company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators." You turned around slowly, grieving over your sweet loss. "That's alright I won't need your help, but thank you, Connor. " You then went back to the box, looking at the lack of a selection now. You could choose from a chocolate glaze, a classic glaze, or jelly filled. The pickings were slim, so you end up taking two this time. It was better for your health, anyway. 

"You have several untouched cases, Lieutenant L/N. I will be able to assist you and complete the tasks," the android persisted, stepping beside you. You weren't too interested in the idea of having an android on the job with you, especially considering the cases you have been given dealt with android deviants. For all you knew, this 'Connor' could be on the deviants' sides. "I really, don't think its a good idea for you to work with me, if I'm honest. I'm not sure if you looked at the cases, but they are strictly about androids. I don't want biased information."

His brows furrowed, creating a stern expression. "I am an android created purely to find out what creates deviants. I am a prototype, which means I am different from the other androids. Being a deviant is not in my programming." You laughed quietly, and made an a-line to your desk, "its not in anyone's programming." 

You and your two doughnuts made it safely to your desk this time. You looked at the daunting stack of files, but disregarded them and sat down. Once you were situated, you tapped on the desk parallel to your's. "Take a seat, partner. We've got work to do." Connor sat down in the empty space, looking at you blankly. "We will be working with each other, should we get to know each other?" You couldn't help but chuckle at his silly outburst, "you usually don't announce that... but sure. What would you like to know? I'm sure you looked me up before you got here."

"Well, I know that you have a moderately clean record--" you smiled proudly and then leaned in to listen about all your great achievements, "--and you struggle with meeting deadlines", you then frowned at him. You already had a bad taste for androids, and this only strengthened it. As you fiddled with your pages you could see that from the corner of your eye, you watched the blue LED on the right side of his face turn yellow. He was looking at your desk, almost as if he was analyzing you and your mess. "Have you been sleeping well lately?" 

"What the-- Connor, what kind of question is that?" You sighed, and handed over the files to his side of the tabletop. "Start looking at these, we have a long day ahead of us." He then carefully took the papers into his hand, "are these files on the terminal?" You nodded, and continued reading one of the cases. "I don't like those things, but go ahead if you're more comfortable with that." He turned on the monitor with ease, and then scrolled through all the cases. "243 files, the first one dates back to nine months." "Yep, all those are deviants," you sighed quietly, then displayed three files on your desk, "but these are the only ones we are interested in today." Connor's light then flashed yellow, until he looked at you and slid the middle folder closer to you. "This deviant is an AX400--"

"Like you?"

"No, I am an RK800 model; a prototype." Connor's light returned to blue, "it assaulted a man last night and was last seen in the Ravendale district, I believe we will have a good starting point for our investigation there."

"Well aren't you a bloodhound, you found that information fast. I guess we are headed to Ravendale then, call a taxi."