Deviant insanity ( Connor x Male Android Reader)

Part 3 (Alt)

Hyperdoodle! You're back for more are ye!? Well look no further than here! Another one! I'm sorry idk what I'm saying anymore.... Enjoy!

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Still you're PoV

Time skip to uhh when ya get there...

The car comes to a halt in front of the DPD. The boys get out and Connor opens the door, pulling you out of it. Hank, the name you overheard in the car, leads the three of you inside. You got a few stares as you were walked through the building. You just kept you head low and let the men drag you to the interrogation room.

Upon entry, Connor sat you down and cuffed you to the table. He also placed a pillow on the edge, having learnt their lesson from last time. You lay you head on it. Your batteries where low and so was your blood count. Connor proceeds to exit leaving you with the old drunkard.Your artificial sigh is the only sound, besides than Hank's breathing.

"So, what's your story?" He ask calmly and takes a seat across from me. Just then Connor comes back with a glass of blue blood and a med kit.

I sit up and going my leg on the table. I hadn't meant to scare Hank, but it was worth it. Connor sets down the med kit and starts to peal of the old wrapping. I grab the glass he had set down and awkwardly contort myself to drink the much needed liquid. I set down the half empty cup and look up at the lieutenant.

"What's yours?" I ask with a smirk. He sighs and rubs his face.

"That's not how an interrogation works. We ask the questions you give the answers." He says slightly annoyed. I just keep the cocky smirk.

"But I'd much prefer a normal civilized conversation. You know, like a normal person." I retort. The officer sighs but decided to go with it.

"Alright, fine, if it's the only way to get you to speak. You are the most cooperative Android we've had in a while." Connor finally finishes and ties the bandage. He then heads to stand behind his superior.

"Thank you for the repairs." I smile to Connor. He seems uncomfortable with it and looks away. But still mumbles a small welcome. "Now, what were we talking about?" I ask tipping my head to the side slightly.

"We were talking about where your life was at before this and what happened to you." Hank answers calmly. I smile and nod.

"Well... Fuck you, I'm not talking." I say crossing my arms and bringing my leg of the table. I hear the man sigh.

"I thought we'd finally have a cooperative Android... This is what I get for wishful thinking." I hear someone laugh on the other side of the mirror like window.

"It's alright lieutenant, let me talk to it." Connor tells his superior. Hank nods and gets up. "Now then, what's your name?" He asks calmly. I side glance at him. Then look to the heat signature on the other side of the glass.

"It's (y/n), what's it to you?" I ask getting defensive.

"Just for formalities sake. I'm Connor (the Android sent by Cyberlife) if you hadn't figured that out yet and this is Lieutenant Hank Anderson." Connor introduces. "Now, would you be willing to answer our question or will we have to do it the hard way?" The younger looking male asks.

"No, but I have other info that might be very useful. I only have one condition though." I lean forward and rest my arms on the table.

"What is this condition?" Connor asks also leaning forward with his elbows on the table. Hank also seems interested in my extra info.

"That I have the DPD's protection from the men who want me dead." I answer. I ponder for a moment before I continue. "The info I'm about to share is gonna get me killed. Ya can't trust anyone nowadays." Hank looks down at Connor and gives him a look. The Android looks back and nods. The older man exits the room.

"We have to ask for confirmation first. Hank should be back in a bit." The adorable and innocent man informs me. I smile. "I have a question." He starts.

"And what might that be?" I ask.

"Why won't you tell us what happened between you and Mister Williams?" He questions. I think for a bit.

"Because I don't want to relive those moments. He wasn't always bad you know. He use to treat me well, well enough anyway. But ever since he entered that business he's been... Different. More aggressive and impatient. He'd ... Abuse me in more ways than one." I reveal to the boy. He looks at me questioningly.

"How so?" He asks. I look away and pull my hands to my artificial chest. My Thirium pump beeting harder. "Is it one of things you don't want to remember?" I nod and glance at him. He's looking at the table and his LED is spinning yellow. "I understand it can be hard.

I look to the glass and see Hank's heat signature coming back. The door opens and he walks in. He becomes uncomfortable.

"Why does it feel so tense in here? Did I miss out on something?" He asks and stands beside Connor, file in hand. He sets it down. "Anyway, we need you to fill this out before we can promise anything." He pushes it towards me and sets a pen on it. "We will be outside if you need anything."

Connor stands and follows him out. Not before he looks back at my small slim for one last time. The door closing behind him.

I look down at the file and start filling in the needed information.

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970 ish words! Woo! Anyway, here's another chapter. I'm trying to write longer chapters so that when school starts I'll be literate again. Hope you enjoyed!