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[Connor RK900 X shy!Reader]: Are You that Dense?

I just read some of my previous work and realized how shitty my grammar was. Makes my fanfics look cringey.

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You let out a small sequel, feeling those familiar arms wrap around your waist and toss you over their shoulder.

"I would appreciate if you would stop squirming around."

"Sorry." Your voice came out small, giving out a short reply as you laid there silently the rest of the journey.

It was certainly not your lucky day. You had just been called by the Detroit Police Department that you were a witness during the break in of the android stores last night.

You were were to be questioned, but that supposed 'police phone call' was fake when the those self-driving taxis had taken you to the gates of the Cyberlife HQ.

Instead of Cyberlife questioning you on small things that have happened, you were actually accused of providing help and resources to deviants and holding knowledge of their next locations.

As well as the location of their leader, Markus.

Though they were right on their part of you housing information, you didn't dare say a word or reveal any way you could be connected to them.

After being caught trying to escape you were brought back to the same windowless room, with a metal table and chair along with it.

He held onto you as he kicked the chair back up, tossing you off his shoulder and dropping you onto the chair.

You groaned, rubbing your back after being harshly thrown onto the chair.

"You could have done that much gentler?" You murmured.

"Are you that dense?"

You flinched at the sound of his voice rising, he slammed his hands on the table. Giving you a hard glare.

You made your form smaller as you sank into the chair. Looking down to avoid any eye contact with him.

He lowered his head, bringing his voice to a whisper. "We just want his location, then you're free to go."

You continued to look away, the space between you and him got smaller as he came much closer to you.

"I-I don't know where he is." You answered truthfully, yet he didn't take that answer lightly.

"Look Y/n, you're putting your life on the line over a bunch of machines. Is it really worth it?" He spat, his words spoke more anger than his glare could.

You cowered in fear as your head steadily nodded, Connor moved away from you. Now standing In the middle of the interrogation room.

You kept your head down. You hair covering your face. ( if you have short hair or no hair that's fine)

"P-please Conn-."

"Don't call me that! Don't give me that deviants name." He sneered, turning his head away from you.

All you felt was his frustration and anger radiating off of him. Was he desperate to know for himself or for his position?

"But that's what they call you, don't they? You're just a newer model than him." You murmured, you played with the ends of your sweater.

You continued to call the RK900 model, Connor. He remained silent, his eyes just watched the wall quietly.

"That's enough for today. Please escort her out." He suddenly announced.

You sat their, you heard the door of the interrogation room open and two guards flanked in. Large guns were attached to their back as they stood tall. They stood either side of you.

Ushering you to get up and move forward.

"Let's go Ms. L/n."

You got up as commanded, one guard led the front as the other stayed behind you. They led you out the door of the interrogation room as you walked out in between them.

You give one last glance towards Connor, catching him staring right back at you. You couldn't help but notice the look of sorrow that rested on his face.

Pushed away any thoughts regarding him, went back back to keeping your eyes forward and head down.

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You were back. Back in the home you called your sanctuary. You had enough of today's events, deciding in just calling in work to tell them you were sick was not a bad idea.

You walked into your living room and threw your self onto the couch sprawling out in the most comfortable but awkward position you could muster.

You picked up the remote from the floor, switching on the TV as you clicked through different channels. Hoping to find something interesting to watch as it already was afternoon.

You stopped at the news channel, watching the worldly known CEO, Elijah Kamski take the stage as he announced this year's newest upgrade.

You only watched a couple minutes of it till your phone vibrated, signaling you had received a message. You glanced at the phone, but ignored it. Planning to answer the message later.

But it didn't help when your phone started vibrating continuously as more messages flooded you message box.

You groaned, getting up from your comfortable position from the couch and made your way to your phone that rested on the kitchen counter.

Your mind instantly thought of your mom, as she could of just wanted to talk to you. But then you suddenly eyed down the blocked number that had been massaging you.

You were gonna delete the number, but you caught sight of the message.

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Meet me by your favorite cafe, at the back.

CRK9

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You didnt want to trust your instinct, bit you trusted your gut on who this anonymous person was.

And by the time you got there, you were sure on who this mysterious person was.

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You walked down the quiet streets of Detroit, pulling your sweater closer to your body and stuffing your hands into yours pockets as the clothes you wearn weren't enough for the chilling breeze.

You passed only a few people on the street, including androids as you turned the corner to the cafe.

You walked past the window of the cafe, the place was incandescent as a few people lingered inside either eating or drinking their hot beverages.

Oh how you yearned to be spending your time in there, but you had a conflict to solve before you could even relax peacefully.

You turned the corner as you made it to the back of the cafe, steadying your brisk walking as you now took small steps.

"I'm here..just as you asked Connor." You immediately regretted that option, but it was too late.

You noticed a dark figure in the corner, they moved away from the shadows as they made their way go you. Soon, Connors whole face was illuminated by the street lamp posts.

"Glad you could make it."

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Though this isn't the best, it's a start since I've been offline for a while.