Alive || Connor X Reader ||

Chapter 15

A/N: Heyo!... Uh, yeah have a nice Monday! Enjoy chapter 15! (Art Credit goes to Gia)

Connor's POV

The more he tried to comprehend the possibility the more it didn't make any sense to Connor. There's no logical way that I would become one. I'm Cyberlife's most advanced android! But then again, he looked down towards the sleeping (Y/n) and wondered if the probability that the virus had spread to his coding as well. The error of wanting what he shouldn't. The desire of holding this fragile girl against him so tightly to show he cared, or to express how much pain he was in by seeing her get hurt by his own actions.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY

Connor shook his head for the millionth time after meeting her in an attempt to get the bizarre idea out of his mind. Connor took yet another cautious gaze at the sleeping girl on top of his lap. The way the delicate features of her beautiful face seem at peace when she is dozing the rest of her day away. The way her luscious lips part ever so slightly as she slightly snores. The way a few of her (H/c) hair strands covered her closed eyes. In order to repair what has been damaged, I need to keep these damned thoughts out of my head.

But no matter how hard he had tried, Connor couldn't fight the urge to push those rebellious strands out of her face. The silky smooth hair flutters away from his field of vision from (Y/n)'s sleeping body. He... felt... something that he could clearly not define in his code. He felt his internal body heat up which reflected a light blue tint across from his perfectly symmetrical face. I-I should not be here... I-I should go...

Connor carefully wedged himself away from the resting detective and quietly let himself back into the cabin-style house. When he turned to continue his intended destination he ran into someone he wasn't expecting at all. H-How is this possible?!

(Y/n)'s POV

You sat on your old bed in your old apartment. You memorized it by the distinct smell. A hint of mold residue and cigarette smoke from previous attendants. After a while, you learned to find comfort in the grotesque scent. Your spring mattress had yellow sheets that had small white imprints of foxes all across the top half of the comforter. Your dad had gotten your bed set at a garage sale for an incredibly cheap price.

Your oldest stuffed animal was of a stuffed (F/a) that you had gotten the first time and only time you went to an amusement park. One of its eyes were missing and there was a patched up hole on the side of his body, but it was a gift from your dad and you were very thankful for the thought that was put into it. That was the day that you'd never be able to forget.

In fact, it was just before the accident that you had gone. It was a fun-filled day! The two of you went on the loopy loop coasters, the baby rides, the extreme rides, etc. You rode every ride that day, no matter the age limit. It was that type of chance that you had to make the best of it. Little did you know that this memory would only bring you sorrow.

You remember going on the Viking Ship ride. Your father got pretty sick on those types of rides so he said with the bags while you got on. While everyone was getting situated on the ride, you look over to your dad with a big grin. He returned the smile and gave a simple wave. Being the goofy person you are, you stood up and waved dramatically. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle. It was nice to see him laugh.

You sat back down and prepared yourself for the thrill and adrenaline to come. Soon enough, the Viking ship began to swing back and forth until you felt like you were going to fly out. You laughed and scream to your heart's content. Looking over the side to see your dad, your face falls flat when you saw this woman talking to him. Her dark features stood out very well against the bright and colorful walls your dad was leaning against.