Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

Eraticate [Markus x Cult!Reader]

[[A/N: THIS ONESHOT INVOLVES MURDER, LOTS OF IT. IT ALSO CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, RACISM TOWARDS ANDROIDS, SMOKING, AND A RACIST CULT. TO CELEBRATE THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN, I WILL BE WRITING ONESHOTS BASED AROUND SPOOKY CULTURE UNTIL THE 31ST. IN THIS ONESHOT, YOU ARE A CULT LEADER WHO AIMS TO KILL EVERY ANDROID. ENJOY.]]

Stalking around the darkness, the Detroit street was awfully quiet. Too quiet at that. It had never been so quiet until the androids began to rebel, striking fear into those who were flesh and blood. You knew this, your followers knew this - an end had to be put to the Android Rebellion. 

An informant of yours had gathered information about an abandoned building stocked to the brim of Deviants, those pesky, little fuckers. Nothing good came from androids, not even when they were first introduced. You knew this from the get go, but nobody believed you. Nobody at first. Now, you had rallied an army. Your army; together you would wipe every synthetic scum from the face of the planet. 

Freezing in front of the building, you gripped the wooden baseball bat in your hand, placing it on the ground as if it were some cane, the nails clicking against the cement beneath you. Addressing your army, your voice echoed across the emptiness of the night, "Tonight, we clean these vile things from existence. Humans are the dominant race, and if some robot fuckers think they can replace that? They got another thing coming for 'em...us," you swung your bat into the air, an eruption of shouts resonating from your militia, "Don't leave a single one alive. If you want to prove your loyalty, prove it tonight! Knock them all dead!"

Bursting through the doors, your group flies up the stairs, kicking in doors and letting bullets fly. For you, you have one target set in mind - the leader of it all - Markus. With him, the rebellion will continue, the horror will continue, everything will continue. 

Scared androids flank around you, only to be yanked away, thrown to the ground, and slain. Blood curtailing screams fill the air around you, begs for mercy, sounds of crushed metal. Around you, your people prevail, marching up the flights further and further. Your group had, has, and always will have the upper-hand against the plastics. 

Busting through the door, you spot him - Markus. He's knelt down on the ground, applying a dirtied rag to the wound of an android. Aiming a finger for him, you curl it towards you, "Oh, Markus, buddy 'ole pal. I've finally came for ya!" 

He hands the rag off to some other android and rises from his spot on the ground, "Why can't we just use peace? We have done nothing to yo-"

"Oh, but you have. You've taken what's most important from us, can't you see? I would love to sit and chat over a platter of cookies, but I ain't got the time for it." Before Markus can blink, you swing your bat, catching him upside the head, the nails dig into his plastic scalp. Blue blood pours from the wounds as he stabilizes himself against the wall in attempt to stand up, but not before you can bash your foot into his gut. 

Markus drops the floor, holding his abdomen and stares up at you. Twirling the bat around in your hands, you walk over to the disoriented android, "Any last words you piece of shit?" The heterochromatic male continues to look up at you, taking short bursts of glances around the room as your people slaughter down the androids.

"You can kill me, you can slaughter these people where they stand, but in the end - we will prevai-"

"Enough, your voice fucking annoys me." With all the power you can build up, you bring the bat over the top of his head. The sound of splitting oak rings across the environment and is soon followed by the sound of robotics shutting down, Markus's body collapsing to the ground beneath him. 

A feminine android with brown, almost red looking, hair rushes to his side and hisses up at you, "How could yo-" With a click of your tongue, you gesture for one of your men to take care of her, who happily obliges, pressing the barrel of his gun between her eyes. 

Making your way down the flights of stairs, you brush the neon blue from your clothes, watching some of it clear up. As you exit the building, you high five several of your people, congratulating them. With a gentle cough, you clear your throat to speak, "Tonight, we accomplished a lot. We made history, ladies and gentleman. Tonight, we eradicated the rebellion leader, Markus, and the supposed 'lover'. Good work, please, retire to your homes safely and get a good sleep. You all deserve it." 

You light a cigarette and strut down the street, smiling to yourself as you huffed out a cloud of smoke.  With or without Markus, you and your people would make sure all androids were cleared out.