Detroit: Become Human~-~Connor One-Shots

Accidental Time Traveler

"You're still playing that game?" you asked, gaping at the man sitting on the couch. Your roommate and partner in science looked up with a grin, his eyes red and bloodshot.

"Yep!" You sighed and walked over to take the controller from him, only to have him pull it away from reach and lean on his side to see the screen past you. Ever since he got this game he was addicted, and it was starting to mess with your sleep schedule.

"Miller," you said sternly, folding your arms and giving him a look his mother would often times shot his way.

"Move, it's a quick-time event." He pushed you aside lightly, and after voicing your unhappiness with another sigh, you plopped on the couch to watch him. The game was Detroit: Become Human, a futuristic PS4 game about androids. He made you play it once. You controlled Connorーan android detectiveーwho was after some deviant in a pigeon house or something. You did ok as far as finding clues goes, but the quick-time event once you found the deviant and had to chase it....well....Connor sort of fell in a greenhouse and got...destroyed. You still remember Miller scoffing at your poor video game skills as you cringed, the controller gripped tightly in your hands.

Speaking of that time, he was playing that chapter right now. He nailed all the quick-time events and seeing Connor controlled by a player who actually knew what they were doing was really cool.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" you asked. Miller didn't tear his eyes from the screen.

"What time is it?"

"7:30."

"Nope." He sounded proud. He wouldn't be when you both got to the lab and started working; you just hoped he wouldn't whine constantly like last time. A sour expression formed on your face as you realized how likely it would be he'd fall asleep (89% likely).

"Well come on, we're going to be late." You smacked his leg and stood to grab a muffin to go.

"We can't be late, we have no boss," Miller mumbled.

"Just come down to the basement when you finish up." You grabbed the door knob to said basement but paused when the TV showed Miller's options: save Hank (who was dangling off a ledge) or go after the deviant. Miller chose to save Hank without a second thought.

You made your way down the dimly lit stairs towards your pride and joy. Now, even if it was 2018 people didn't believe in time machines, it wasn't scientifically possible after all. But when those fools tried to argue with you you'd simply whip this baby out and prove them wrong. Yep, you were working on building a time machine. And it was almost done! You were sure today would be the day; you'll send a teddy bear a minute into the future and see what happens, and when it works (there's no time for negativity, as you always tell Miller when he starts grumbling) you'll dance, scream, and shout.

You didn't remember smiling but when you passed a reflective surface you saw it plastered on your face. Yes, you knew today would be the day.

You grabbed your toolkit on the way and sat down in the metal container. It looked like a holding cell more than anything but it was made to focus the matter it would send backward or forward in time. Miller had proposed the idea of a gun that you'd use to shoot whatever you were moving in time but you brought up how easily it could be stolen, as well as what would happen if the shooter missed.

"We'll make that next, then," he had said. You nodded but of course you knew that would never happen, especially not when it could be in the hands of someone like Miller.

You sat inside the little metal pod and opened a panel, eyeing the circuits inside. As you tinkered with the many wires and chips Miller came down the stairs, his presence made known by the bag of snacks in his hand and the thundering of his boots on the steps.