METAL GUARD DOG ⊳ connor x reader

Ch. II

"Yes, it is. That's why the memory transfer didn't work." Zlatko explained, slowly approaching the young woman.

"Woah." She let her arm fall limply to her side, only having eyes for Connor, who was still kneeling on the floor, unable to move. "I captured a deviant!"

She crouched down beside him, not daring to touch him, but instead, reached for one of the tools from the table Connor had kicked over. Curiously, she placed it under his chin, tilting his head upwards to have a better look at his face. If there was one thing the deviant was sure of, it had to be that he did certainly not like her staring him down like that. However he was in no position to protest, seeing as he was unable to move and even talk. The best thing he could do was hold her gaze, hoping to intimidate her.

"They're dangerous machines, (y/n)." The other Android explained, putting his hand atop her forearm. "You should leave it with m-"

She removed his hand with a snarl, dropping the tool to the floor.

"Leave it with you? Fuck no. Do you know for how much I could sell it on the black market?" She grinned, resting the hand with the gun on her hip."It's like finding a unicorn or something."

"You've never even seen a deviant before. You have no idea what they're like. I should be the one to keep it."

"I'm the one who found it!" She retorted, immediately forgetting her fascination and positioning herself between Connor's kneeling form and the Android.

"And I'm the one who fixed it."

"And I'm the one pointing a gun at your fucking head, Zlatko." There it was again, that certain edge in her voice, allowing no backtalk. "You were supposed to fix it and transfer my memories onto it, but you failed the latter. So you get...let's see, I'll give you half the bag of Axyfomodium for free. You only fulfilled half of the deal. And that's final."

"You fucking bi-"

"Reconsider your situation before you open your mouth." She insisted, stepping closer to the Android and loading the gun with a cheeky "click".

"Agh, fuck. Alright, fine, take your fucking piece of plastic and leave."

"Pleasure making deals with you." She sneered, still holding the gun pointed at the Android as she strode over to the opposite corner of the room. There, she picked up a belt that held various objects Connor failed to identify, tying it around her waist securely. After that, she put on a dark, long coat, and pulled up her hood, storing the gun inside one of the big pockets. She looked around the corner once again, then grunted in annoyance.

"Where are my Horomas?" She asked sharply, turning to look at the Android. Connor could only furrow his brows, processing the foreign word.

//Searching for 'horomas'.

//No results. Did you mean: horoma ?

//Searching for 'horoma'.

//lat. n., means 'vision'.

"Was hoping you wouldn't mind." Zlatko grunted, then buried a hand inside his pocket, pulling out a pair of transparent glasses. "Here."

He threw them at her, and the girl was quick enough to catch them mid air, then put them on. The glass flickered neon purple as soon as she blinked a few times.

"Well then, I won't be burdening you any longer." Her gaze rested on Zlatko, then finally switched over to Connor. She slithered a hand inside her pocket, pulling out a small remote, and pressing on a button.

Connor almost collapsed face-first onto the floor as soon as she did, his legs going inexplicably soft.

"Follow me, deviant. I enabled your leg movements." She nodded towards the door, and patiently waited for Connor to get up on his feet, stumbling towards her and out of the room. As he was walking, he preconstructed various escape routes, however all of them ended with his neutralization. There was no escape.

At least not until he'll get rid of the device she was using to control him. And that was a challenge on its own, considering his torso was still immobilized. The wonders of technology, he supposed.

As Connor passed by her, out of the bunker, he noticed her quickly grab something from a coat hanger by the door before following him outside and closing the door behind her. A coat, similar to hers: long, black, and hooded.

"Later, Zlatko!" She called out, however her gaze didn't leave Connor for not even a millisecond.

He could only follow her obediently, through dark, labyrinth-like corridors. Finally, they got to a staircase, light at shining at the end of it. Completely forgetting his situation, Connor rushed towards it, eager to feel fresh air blow over his synthskin, and to see the familiar streets of Detroit again.

"Hey, hey, hey. I can't have you going out into the public like that, the DPD'll be after us as soon as I blink." She explained, and nodded at Connor's clothes.

Once white, now dark grey, torn shirt hung over his torso loosely, with no trace of his old Cyberlife tie, nor jacket. His pants were doing a tad better, nothing but a rupture across his left thigh and some broken stitches.

"I'll allow arm movement, but if you try anything funny, I won't hesitate to incapacitate you. Are we clear?" Her voice was sharp, just like her venomous gaze, and Connor could almost feel a chill running down his spine. He blinked, in the hopes of it being enough of an answer.

"Good."

She slithered her hand inside her pocket again, pressed another button, and the tension in Connor's shoulders disappeared.

"Lift your arms for me." She instructed, then took the jacket she had stolen from what the Android called Zlatko. He could only obey and watch her dress him in it, the button up the cloth. "That's better."

She smiled softly and reached to pull up his hood. "Looks good on you." She concluded, then looked at Connor's disgruntled expression with a sigh. "I'll allow jaw movements, if that's what you want." She finally added.

Connor blinked again.

The electric current in his face disappeared, however returned in his arms and torso.

"What's your name, deviant?"

"Connor. My name is Connor."