❝Who even needs to rule the world when you can just learn to deceive it?❞
[Cyberpunk AU]
In which Connor kills himself to prevent Amanda from stopping the Android revolution and wakes up in a whole new world 30 years later.
Warning! Contains foul la...
"(Y/n)." Connor spoke firmly, following her through the park, towards Lake St. Clair.
"Shit, what did I do?!" She bit her lip and didn't cease walking, instead increased her rhythm. Connor increased his speed, enough to not only catch up with her, but position himself in front of her and grab her shoulders.
"(Y/n)." He repeated. "You are not being rational."
"No shit, Sherlock! The biggest druglord in Detroit wants me dead!" She whisper-shouted.
Stress level: 80%
"You are acting based on nothing but mindless, half-arsed conclusions." The deviant hoped his voice sounded firm enough to break through her anxiety and actually get to her. "And that highly lessens your chance of survival. Now calm down. Sync your breath with mine."
15 breaths per minute are considered average, a quick search told Connor before he calculated the breathing intervals.
"But you don't need to breathe." (Y/n) answered with an anxious smile.
"Do you really believe now is a fitting time to make jokes about my nature, or presumably your own death?"
Stress level: 75%
"No, sorry." She shook her head. Connor began breathing, watching (y/n) closely as she began imitating his rhythm.
Stress level: 60%
Her body slowly relaxed against Connor's grip on her shoulders, leaning into it.
Stress level: 50%
"Good." The deviant added with a soothing smile, opting to brush his thumbs atop her shoulders to calm her down. "Keep it up."
Stress level: 35%
"Thanks." (Y/n) finally breathed out and returned to standing on her own teo feet.
"So, what is the plan?"
"Furst things first, um...we...we're going to the boat, taking weapons with us." She stuttered out, then took a final, deep breath, calming herself. "As well as all my savings and Xylo, then we're going to Zlat's. Dropping Xylo off there along with the old coat, and after that we're running away."
"How?"
"Underground. There's no signal there."
"Where to?"
"New Jersey, I've got some family friends there."
"By foot?" Connor asked skeptically.
"Only until we get out of Detroit." (Y/n) said, then shrugged. "We'll figure something out after that. Do you know how to drive?"
"I am able to, as long as I'm familiar with the car model."
"Good, because I'm a shit driver, but damn good at stealing."
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They had rushed to the boat, where (y/n) had practically loaded him with guns (a total of three), packed her backpack with clothes and her savings, then taken Xylo with them.
The little dog was wagging his tail, wriggling around in (y/n)'s arms as she was locking the entrance to the boat.
"As far as I remember, Zlatko's residence is roughly 7 kilometers away." The deviant spoke up, taking the dog out of her arms to ease the process.
"Yeah. We're taking the bus. Pull up your hood."
Connor did as she asked of him, quickly adjusting the clothing article then looking over at her, realizing she had done the same thing.
Stress levels: 45%
"How are you feeling?" The deviant asked as he trotted beside her, keeping his gaze glued on her. They took a sharp turn to the left, into a crowded street.
"Fine. I'm fine." (Y/n) said firmly.
Not fine. Connor concluded with another scan of her stress levels. Xylo wiggled against him, and Connor undid his coat in the slightest to be able to bring in the little animal closer and hide him under it.
The dog nuzzled his head against his mustard shirt, and let a small playful growl out. The deviant couldn't help but smile.
"Do you wish to hold him?" He asked a few seconds later, gazing at (y/n). "Animals are good stress reducers."
"No, we...not now. Where- There it is, Jesus Christ." She mumbled, tiptoeing to be able to locate something-the bus station, Connor realized. "This way, come on."
(Y/n) turned around to grab his free hand and pull him after her, through the crowd of people. So colorful, Connor noted with a glance at his surroundings. So much more colorful than the old Detroit he used to know.
Especially when the sun went down.
That was when the buildings shed their grey exterior and bathed in the most harlequin neon lights. Just like (y/n). As soon as she had shed her rough, snarky exterior and revealed her true nature.
"This one." (Y/n) whispered to him, nodded at the bus and quickened her steps, practically dragging him after her into the vehicle.
Soon enough after they had gotten on, it started moving.
Xylo seemed to remind (y/n) of his presence and let out a high-pitched ding! ,muffled by Connor's jacket.
"You need to calm down." The deviant instructed and took out the dog, holding him in front of (y/n). "Take him in your arms."
"I told you, I-"
"You've looked out for me, I'm looking out for you. Most humans call it reciprocating. Now hold Xylo." Connor explained, watching (y/n) as she reluctantly took her pet and held it close, brushing her hand over the top of his head, scratching him behind his left ear. "As long as I'm functional, you will not be harmed, you have my word."
She smiled at the dog, then at Connor. There was a certain sad something in her expression, a slight crease under he brows, a glint in her eyes.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
She sighed and placed a loving kiss on the top of Xylo's head, then booped his nose. She looked at him weakly, then held the pet closer, blinking away what seemed to be...tears?
"I'm gonna miss you, little guy." (Y/n) whispered to the dog, then ran her hand over his fur, almost holing him like a baby.
"You'll come back for him, though, correct? Then there's no reason to grieve."
"Of course there is." (Y/n) laughed bitterly. "What if we don't make it?"
"We will." Connor said firmly, as if to assure both himself and (y/n). Truth be told, he didn't know. He really didn't.
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