METAL GUARD DOG ⊳ connor x reader

Ch. XVI

"Sit down, I'll introduce you." Mikolaj gestured towards the boys sitting at Hank's old coffee table, all of them glancing up at him with both disinterest and concealed curiosity.

"Pavel." He nodded at a rather short boy with blond hair, rather chubby cheeks, youthful, messy features. Roughly Mikolaj's age. "And the one on the verge of passing out over there is Vader." Jet black hair, dark, depthless, half-lidded eyes that gazed off into space. Android components. He was staring at a grafitti with his lips parted and a small bag of purple powder in his hand, wires of a pot-like device connected to his index fingers.

"Fuck off, I'm functioning." Vader answered, voice deep and rough, almost vibrating against Connor's sternum like the bass in a song. If his name was a nickname, Connor could, for once, actually fully grasp why.

"He's not. We're not taking him with if he's high." The short, blond one chimed in. "We need one more person."

"Three should be enough." Mikolaj insisted and firmly grabbed Connor's shoulder.

"Miko, my dude, truck raiding is a four man job."

Connor drew in a sharp breath. Truck raiding? How was that even supposed to work? And why would one need four people?

He shook his head. He was doing this for Hank. For a presumably dead, or dying Hank, but still. For his old friend.

"Three." The boy insisted, grip tightening around the deviant's arm.

"Not if we're working with a newbie like him." Pavel did quick gesture towards Connor, chubby face gaining a few creases when he frowned. "Yo, let's call Chico."

"No, he's out of town. And I can't afford waiting that long." Mikolaj let go of the deviant and started pacing around the room, as if to chase his own thoughts."Who else do we have?"

"Let's call your hot dealer ex."

Connor frowned, (y/n) popping in his head for a second. Though there certainly were other drug dealer girls out there, other than her.

"Fuck of, Pav."

"No, I'm serious. She's useful, and she's pretty to look at. The whole package. It's gonna be a pleasure working with her, if yanno what I'm sayin'."

"I said n-"

"Ve-lox! Ve-lox! Ve-lox!" The boy started chanting, banging his fist against the table, causing the device Vader was connected to to shake. The dark haired boy was rather unbothered by it, and instead joined in on the ruckus, shouting (y/n)'s alias along with Pavel. "Velooox!"

Connor opted to stay silent and conceal his shock the best he could. Who knew how these boys may react after they find out he's already acquainted with (y/n)?

"Alright, shut your whore mouth, I'm calling her." Mikolaj finally gave in and retreated into the kitchen, putting on the purple glasses.

Seconds later, he began talking, pacing around the smaller room, not quiet enough for the others not to hear him, but not loud enough for Connor to make out his words either.

"You're gonna like the chick, trust me." Pavel scooted closer to Connor and gestured for him to do the same. The deviant shyly obeyed, uncertain wether to trust him or not.

"What does she look like?" He wanted to make sure that he actually was thinking about the same Velox they were implying. Maybe someone else had the same Alias as her? There was a slim chance.

"I'm calling dibs on her, amigo, sorry."

"I apologize if I came off as someone meaning to court her, what I meant to say was...I may know someone with the same name, and I want to make sure that it's not a mere coincidence." Connor hastily explained.

"Well, she's hot as fu-"

"I would like a more concise description, if possible. Perhaps tell me some distinctive details?" Connor interrupted the boy. "For instance, her hair."

"(H/c) with blue tips, I think. Oh and she's always wearing that weird coat that doesn't show off her body, which is really a shame if you ask me."

Connor concluded that attraction seemed to be very...dumbening. For some humans, at least. He was somewhat glad he hadn't experienced anything of the sort.

"Thank you."

"Well, she the one or not?"

"I'll be sure to let you know when we meet her."

"She said yes." Mikolaj interrupted their half-assed conversation, motioning for them to come hither.

Connor rose to his feet, glad to have the opportunity to get away from the two other boys. Vader, the passed out one, did seem somewhat alright, however the blond chubby one...the deviant couldn't exactly explain it, but even hearing his voice made his insides churn.

"Fuck yeah, let's go." Pavel was quick to walk past Mikolaj and out the door. Vader had barely managed to scramble to his feet, and was leaning against the wall for dear life. He ripped off the wires that were connected to his fingers and dropped them next to the pot-like device.

"What is that?" Connor asked and nodded at it while simultaneously tapping Mikolaj's shoulder.

"Oh, that, it's a dream machine."

"A what?"

"Don't tell me you've never seen one of these babes." The boy snorted, then stopped upon realizing Connor was serious. "It's only usable on machine bodies, and it increases the effects of Axy. It's like small electric impulses, or so I've heard. Taking Axy works without it too, it just makes it better."

Connor huffed. Humans always liked to come up with new ways of destroying themselves in pleasant ways, it seemed.

"Come on, we're picking up (y/n) at the overpass. And help Vader out a bit, would you?" Mikolaj smirked and gestured to the dark haired boy who had dropped to the floor again, this time, with a wide grin on his face.

Before Connor could retort, Mikolaj had left, presumably outside.

The deviant sighed, kneeled next to the young man and pulled him up, positioning his arm around his shoulders to support and drag him outside.

Who would've thought that, 30 years after dragging a drunk old man through this house, he'd be in the exact same place again, but this time, with a junkie passing out against him?

Fate, if something of the sort did exist, truly was a rather cruel little thing.