Friendly Fire Fiction - A Collection Of Short Stories

When Worlds Collide

A/N:
This is the LONGEST story there will be in this book. (Don't quote me on that.) Shane and Endy decided to role play as some characters and here's the result.

Fandom(s): Detroit Become Human and Bioshock

WARNINGS: MAJOR cursing, I honestly have no idea what's going on here, roleplay, OOC(possibly?)
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     Jack walked into the DCPD, his eyes flicking left to right. His hair is matted to his face by rain, and he ducks to pull the door open behind him and let in the rest of his small band. His moves are robotic, almost rehearsed, and he does not speak as a young woman scampers in after his group, saying a light 'thank you' as she went. "Alright, boyo, would you kindly-" Jack's back goes ramrod straight, and he almost immediately does the thing he's told, which was 'go get the nearest android.' His shoulders quake with a weight he's not accustomed to. He rather hated when Atlas used WYK in public. Down in Rapture, it was fine. It never occurred to Jack that his plasmids would either kill him or make him live forever, it never occurred to him to say 'no' to Atlas' use of his key-phrase. As Jack approached Connor and Hank, his legs stiff, he realized that he may actually look like a half-assed deviant.

     Connor looked over and gave a half-smile. "Hello, my name is Connor, im the android sent by Cyberlife. Can I be of any assistance?"

     Jack's eyes go wide, and he opens his mouth to speak. His vocal chords are tangled, though; all that comes out is a repressed squeak. His eyes flick from Connor's LED to the lit-up band around the android's upper arm. He goes white, his face losing color. He gapes, like a fish.

     Connor's program becomes unstable. "Are you okay?" He asks, concerned. The android reaches an arm out to gently place a hand on Jack's shoulder.

     Jack's eyes suddenly go wider, and he jerks back, letting out a distressed noise. He lifts his other hand to cover his shoulder, shaking his head and, turning back, he beckons for Atlas to come help him talk. "Whaddya want, boyo?" Atlas clomps up to the trio, exasperated. He glares at Hank out of the corner of his eye, and makes a noise at him.

     Hank makes a disgusted "nghh." Noise and swiftly takes a flask out of his pocket. Connor jerks away. "I apologise, I dont wish to make you uncomfortable."

     Jack shakes his head again, ducking his head to look at Atlas. His movements, though sporadic and mostly spontaneous, are still too-fluid to be human. Atlas looks at Jack, reaching out to rub the small of his back. "We've called the police a few times," He says in an thick Irish accent, letting his hand drift up to support Jack, "And nobodies' come by." The woman approaches, the littler girl following at her heels. "We've had someone kidnap one of our girls." Jack whispers, his voice tight with some emotion.

     Connor nods. "How long ago did you notice she was missing?" Asks the android as hank takes a huge ass drink out of his flask.

     "A few hours, ago," Jack says, looking anywhere but Connor. His face has gone bone-white, and Hank begins to notice signs of panic on the man's face. Connor looks at hank, who gives a sigh. "Lieutenant, we need to-"  "Yeah, yeah do paperwork.." says the half drunk cop. Connor grins at the group. "Excuse me a moment." He says before walking into another room.

     "What does he mean, daddy?" The little girl says, and Jack looks down to see the little lady who'd been hanging around Tenebaum, pulling at his shirt sleeve. "Where's Edie?" Jack's face doesn't move. No sign of fear, or remorse, or anything. Just that ever-present panic as he bends down and picks up the girl, cradling her like an infant.

     Connor comes back with a clipboard and a pen. He doesn't need these things to remember stuff, he just fuckin loves writing down things relating to his special interest, which happens to be police stuff. "Can you tell me in detail what happened before you discovered she was missing?"