A/N:
I swear that these stories have at least ONE Detroit Become Human character in them. I think the group has a little obsession with the game. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story.
Fandom(s): Detroit Become Human
WARNIGS: Drunk(?) Hank, crack-fic, racism(if you can call it that...), run-on sentences
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"TWENTY EIGHT STAB WOUNDS!" Screamed Hank, poorly imitating Connor. "He's inebriated." Connor whispered to the other racists who thought that Hank was drunk but never asked him because he always seemed drunk. (Speaking of which kids, just because someone seems drunk doesn't mean that they are. That's being racist to all the drunks around the world. -Oil)
(But that's not how racism works?)
But really, Hank was just a sad, sad man really needed a hug. (But anyway, Hank was drunk and imitating Connor. -Shane) "He's inebriated." Connor repeated himself to the other android in the room without realizing. "Oh aren't we all," Markus chuckled, smiling down at Sumo, who was butting into the android Jesus' hand.
Then, Connor said, "I like dogs."
THE END
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A/N:
I had a hard time trying to decipher the ramblings of the group. They told me that there was a story there somewhere, I just had to dig through Oil's ranting. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading.
People involved in writing this:
Shane
Endy
Oil
Trash
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