Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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Elijah

You were always one to picture the surreal in vivid detail, but something about the way Connor made you feel made those details seem so surreal that you felt as if you were in another dimension. The buildings that towered around you had been flipped upside down, and each one was a different color filled with values that spanned the entire spectrum.

The one to your right was as green as the grass in the springtime, and the one across the street to your left was fire truck red: a beautiful contrast of colors that together spilled into the street to create a dull maroon. It filled in the lines of the sidewalks and the snowy Detroit streets, an opposite of a five-year-old's brand new coloring book. This artist's sketchbook was filled with the pieces her lover left her in; a contrast between humans and machines that resembled ugly colors when mixed.

These were times where you felt that your brother could be your only console but, as far as you knew, he was stationed across the country probably having the time of his life on an island in the middle of the sunny Pacific. He had his moments of being a total and complete ass (which not to say that he was always like that), but he never missed the opportunity to comfort you in solace when you needed it. Overall, you were grateful that he was so caring of you and the rest of your family-- back when it was in one piece, though.

You trusted Hank, but he was an easy target. Connor would easily find you at Hank's house if you stayed there long enough, and the rest of your friends lived spatially around the United States. With those options eliminated, there was only one choice left.

Elijah Kamski. He wasn't the closest of friends, but he was close enough. He had been there for your brother through thick and thin, and the two of you had cried in each others arms the morning of your brother's deployment. He was strange, you'd give him that. He was a soft, vulnerable interior covered up by a hard, stern outer shell. However, nothing could keep you from mentioning the fact that he had a photo in his bedroom of the three of you at a gala event celebrating CyberLife's creation. It wasn't publicly on display, but it was in there-- locked in a small safe built into the wall.

Instead of waiting for the bus for an eternity, you opted to take a self-driving taxi instead. You couldn't give Connor more time to catch up to you. You needed to leave as soon as possible. Seeing Elijah was a definite.

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The farther you got from the bustling, energetic city, the less sparse the trees became. Sometimes it seemed hard to believe, but there was actual life outside of the city. More life on the outside than on the inside-- you meant that in more ways than one.

Other than that, the car ride to Elijah's was undoubtedly uneventful. No one to talk to, nothing you hadn't already heard on the news, and the music playing on all of the radio stations being absolute garbage. You sat in complete silence, the rushing of the wind against the glass windows being the only noise in the car. You didn't feel like thinking about anything or anyone, especially not now. Not after what you had been through.

Elijah's house was like a colossal fortress against the vast lake it sat upon. Metaphorically speaking, the house was built for a giant. Not just your ordinary fantasy giant, though. The knowledgeable giant that created CyberLife, the now most successful corporation in the entire United States. Elijah was the behemoth of business.

As you stepped out of the self-controlling taxi cab, you thought about what you were even going to say to him. Maybe something along the lines of, "hi, you may or may not remember me but I also may or may not have caused one of your machines to deviate and I have no idea what to do about it?" No, that was too... forthcoming. Elijah may know many, many people, but he never forgets a face. The whole "I fucked up your android's software" thing was desperate, too. He knew you better than that. He'd see right through you.