Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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Blinded

The whisper of his name got stuck in your throat as you said it, each consonant rolling over your tongue like a foreign word. It nearly was, being that you hadn't seen him or spoken to him in little over a year. Seeing him in this state was hard on your eyes. You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. You were drawn to his distraught figure, the light from the flashlight shaking as your hands themselves shook from the cold.

You immediately thought back to the head of hair you had touched some moments ago and how it felt nothing like the short choppiness of Connor's hair. The light flashed to the counter next to you, illuminating another figure that was also present in the murky darkness. This time it was North.

Her figure was slouched over just slightly, her right knuckles lying flat against the tile floor. In the dead center of her forehead also lie a gaping hole just as Connor's did. You shined the light between the both of them and then to the floor near their forms. You were able to identify a pair of dusty, black pistols a few feet away from each of the androids, and slowly, you were able to piece together what had happened. You let out a quiet sigh, your breath fogging up the air around your face. Fuck, something really bad must've happened at CyberLife for this to happen, you thought.

You never wanted him to go in the first place, and now look what had happened. The personnel at CyberLife probably caught him and reset his hardware or something. In the back of your mind, you knew it would've eventually come to this. Yes, Connor is good at what he does, but outsmarting the very people that created you is whole other skill in itself. You wondered how far he actually got before getting caught.

The light you held in your hand continued to shake slightly as you scanned the rest of your surroundings, its luminescence trailing over various shelves topped to the brim with android biocomponents and packages of a dark substance labeled "thirium." You hastily stepped over the bodies of the two androids, almost rolling your ankle after accidentally stepping into a randomly discarded cardboard box. The act caused you to stop and take off those dreaded shoes you wore, one of the heels being stained with Errin's dried blood. Speaking of that man, it probably wouldn't be long before they came into this store looking for you. They were most likely checking the other stores around Hart Plaza as you stood there with your fingers grasped around the buckle of your left shoe. You suddenly felt the race against time as you tossed those shoes across the room.

Holding the flashlight close to your head, your eyes ran over the various items on the shelf, mentally making note of which parts would work, which wouldn't, ect. You grabbed a few essential parts you thought Connor might need, one such thing being lots and lots of thirium. Your arms were struggling to carry the numerous bags of the stuff, making sure that you didn't drop any onto the floor in fear that the bag would open and blue blood would splatter across the floor.

After reaching Connor's form once more, you slowly readjusted him so that he lie on the ground in front of your legs rather than on his knees looking at you with those soulless eyes of his. Those eyes that were once so gorgeous in the sunset... now empty and devoid of all life. The longer you looked at his face, the worse the twisted feeling in your gut became. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed: both signs of terror and shock. It hurt you the more and more you looked at him, but that pain had to be put aside for now. You had a job to do, and the longer it took you to do it, the more risk that was being put on your own life.

A fix like this would normally be quick for you, but your trembling hands made it harder to be precise with your actions. Attempting to remove the bullet caused you to snap another wire, leading you to have to fix that as well. Feeding him the blue blood got messy as your hand slipped from the package, causing you to accidentally pour some of the substance onto his chin and neck. Connecting the few wires in his head that would return his eyesight took a few tries due to how small the wires were. Everything just took longer.

The last piece of the puzzle was to surge the wound in his head back together by applying heat, which you attempted to solve by turning the flashlight up to the highest setting and pressing it tightly to his forehead. Those batteries were on their last limbs now, and you hoped and prayed that they would at least last long enough to surge the hole back together. The flashlight was hot enough, you just needed time... and that was something you didn't have a lot of right now.

Just as you heard the sound of flesh mending itself back together, the batteries gave out. You were now left in the darkness; sound was your only guide. You became of hopeful of the situation as you heard the very subtle clicking and whirring of machinery starting up inside of the android whose head now lie on your lap.

Your fingers gently brushed his hair back as he lie there; slowly, gently... your fingers felt as they glided past every strand of dark hair. It felt too real to be synthetic, but then again, Connor and every other android out there acted too human to just simply be treated like enslavable machines.

As your one hand continued to feel through Connor's hair, the other reached over his forehead. There was no hole left-- what had been was now covered up by perfectly smooth skin, never to be remembered by anyone except yourself. You doubted that Connor knew what had happened to him, he probably wouldn't even remember after he woke up.

You felt the figure beneath you shift until you felt a single, cold hand graze the skin of your left cheek, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

"Who..." He started, his hand pressing itself firmly against your cheek.

You didn't move. You let him do his bidding, not wanting to startle nor provoke any sudden reaction from this gentle machine. Your legs suddenly felt cold as he sat up from your grasp, and you patiently waited for him to finish what he was doing before moving or speaking. You heard his leather-clad shoes click against the tile as he stood, the bottoms making grainy, scraping sounds against all of the dust and debris as he shifted from foot to foot.

"Why am I here?" He asked, his voice directed downwards at you. "I do not know what lead me to here, but my current directive is to..."

He stopped speaking, his breath barely making sound in the atmosphere above you. The only thing you could see was the white cloud of air that puffed from your cheeks as you finished taking a breath.

"There's nothing here. I have no mission," His voice sounded confused, broken almost. Like he was... lost?

"I..." You spoke gently, your voice sounding raspy due to the cold. You didn't know what to say. This version of Connor standing before you wasn't the real Connor, you could tell that much. The real Connor wouldn't be fixed on some stupid mission; the real Connor would've immediately started bombarding you with relentless questions; the real Connor would've identified you almost right away...

"Was I broken? Like her?" He asked. You could tell that he was looking at North based on the direction of his voice.

"Yes, but I fixed you," You told, not wanting to give him anything less than the truth. You didn't know how this version of Connor would act, especially since he was acting more machine-like rather than fluid like he once did before.

"I see."

The air was quiet around the two of you. His LED flickered amber against the harsh, dark light surrounding you, indicating that he was either thinking or scanning his surroundings. You heard the click of a door opening to your right, followed by multiple pairs of shuffling footsteps and grumbling voices. Those voices may have been hushed, but you were able to pick up on their accents. Your heart stopped almost immediately as that very fear for your life kicked in, adrenaline rushing through your bones.

Not knowing where exactly to grab, you reached into the darkness hoping that you would grab onto some part of Connor. You latched onto what felt like his wrist and yanked him behind the counter just as you had done those many days ago back in the evidence room at the precinct. But this time, you were armed and dangerous. You leaned close to him, gritting your teeth as you spoke,

"Don't make a single fucking sound."