≪Hanahaki Disease≫ Detroit: Become Human

Part 005

We sat in the office for hours, and I groaned and leaned back into my chair. "There is literally nothing. I can't find anything," I complained, and Hank shook his head. "I know, it gets like that a lot (Y/N)," Hank said as I just looked up at him, my hair whipping onto my face. I blew it away and sighed. "But why does looking for human murderers so much harder than androids?" I asked, catching Connor's attention this time. "It is easier to find where the Android has gone, they don't have much in their programming to understand how to cover up their tracks after killing a human," he said, his voice making us look over to him.

"Makes sense, but just, why? Why are humans so good at covering up the fact that they've killed someone?" I complain again, laying back in my chair and leaning my head back. "I hate humans sometimes." "But why?" Connor asked and I looked up at him again. "Humans are strange and annoying and, aren't the best, you know?" "Basically she complains about humans a lot," Hank said and Connor had nodded. "Oh," he said and I just sat up. "In my defense, it's only when I get really frustrated," I said and Hank just smiled. "Yea, sure," he said and I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but let a smile show. "Just find something, so i'm not so annoyed anymore," I said to Hank and Connor, and Connor smiled at me. I looked to him, trying to flash a smile as the petals had filled my lungs again.

I held back that cough. This time, it stayed back. I felt relieved that it did. I had the thought that maybe I was starting to get better. Just from one cough, it's a surprise. They're hard to hold back. I got back to work, finally flashing a smile back to Connor. "Maybe we could try and listen to some music." "The only music hank will let us listen to his heavy fucking metal," I said, and Hank groaned. "Be quiet kid, least my music isn't Panic! At The Disco." "Panic! At The Disco is good, yours isn't," I snapped back, grinning and he just rolled his eyes.

About an hour later, Hank had fallen asleep at his desk and I had been drawing on his face with a sharpie for a while. There was a car, a penis, my name, hairy balls, a banana, and pair of tits. Connor was looking at me the entire time, trying to analyze what was going on. "What sort of enjoyment do you get out of this (Y/N)?" He asked and I looked at him, a small grin plastered on my face. "This is what humans did when people fell asleep, it's a fun joke," I said, continuing my masterpiece. "But won't it not come off?" "No it won't. That's the fun part of this," I said and he nodded, trying to understand the joke in all of this. "But doesn't-" I groaned, turning to him. "Just sh," I paused, putting my finger over his lips. "Let me work my magic." I finished with a bigger grin on my face. He nodded, watching me draw on hanks face.

At some point, while drawing something, I swore I heard him laugh. I look up a bit, almost laughing a bit myself. When I did, the petals had filled up, starting to force themselves out faster. As I held the cough, I closed the marker and turned away. Gavin walked near over to us three, seeing me as I choked on the petals and stems growing in my lungs. I turned away, hearing Gavin call my name, but I also heard Connor call out my name in a questioning. I tried to hold it back, look at them and just say I'll be right back, but I grabbed the trash bin near Hank and threw up petals and stems and blood all over again. "(Y/n)? Are you alright?" I heard Connors voice as I had stopped puking for a minute. Then I realized.

He saw. And now. He knows.

A/n: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED!! I know I said I would every day, but I lost any idea and I just got broken up with the day I was gonna finish the chapter. I'm so sorry guys, I'll post more. And also, I'm making another book. It's a oneshots. So send me your requests. Thanks y'all!! ❤️