How to love - Markus x reader

Chapter six

The glass panes outside revealed a dark sky, devoid of stars. Night time had fallen. It was time.

You has researched a bit, when Leo forced you to buy some canned soup, when the fridge was empty. A small tap on the shoulder of another android, hushed whispers that filled Central Park, but nothing to arouse too much suspicion. After all, Leo still had ties even after Carl's death.

So far, all you got was a place called Jericho, and to be careful. There were more cases of deviancy, and the Detroit Police wanted curfews now. Like earlier bedtimes would stop androids from going deviant.

You had changed from the horrifying outfit Leo made you wear into comfortable clothes, black to blend in the dark and nothing too eye-catching.

Fiddling with the small necklace Carl had given you, a gift that he insisted, you counted as the hands of the clock ticked. Slowly, inching until it hit the printed 3.

Now.

You remembered how you told Carl there was no need for accessories, androids didn't care for keepsakes. And now, the painting you tucked into the brown satchel begged to differ.

The small card was in your hand, the edges cutting into your fingers from gripping too tightly. Red swirls and smooth lines curled like smoke, on walls as if they were real art and not vandalism.

Jericho.

You knew you was going to find it, somehow.

Turning the doorknob, you turned to look back one last time. The wooden table with robot birds and plush carpet on the stairs. Lavish paintings and thick musty books.

It was time to go. Maybe there would be no returning.

For the best.