Irreplaceable -Connor RK800 x FemAndroid! Reader-

Chapter 1

A/N: I am not British, I just use their spellings. There may be mild cussing, but for the most part, none.
Also, please forgive me if I accidentally type River instead of y/n, River is the gender-neutral character I use for all my fanfiction readings!
So, here's a key to use!
S/c: skin colour
H/c: hair colour
H/l: hair length
Y/n: Your name, or your characters name
E/c: eye colour
F/c: favourite colour
F/d: favourite drink
F/C: favourite character
F/m/s: favourite movie or show
P/n: pet name (I was inspired by TheMemeingOfFluffy to make Connor take Hank's place [as Hank had died] but with my own twist)

With a sigh, Elijah Kamski rubs the bridge of his nose, ready to test yet another prototype for a female counterpart to the RK800. "Almost 35 models I have had to try... 35!" He mutters to himself, obviously irritated.

"Ready, begin!" He barked, your e/c eyes flying open. Model KX800, Serial number 113 432 396-41, activated. The computerized voice says with a monotone drone. "Good, good... now, let's see..." Kamski mumbles to himself, flipping a couple of switches, turning on the microphone. "KX800, register skin." He commands, by default you obey. Your synthetic s/c folds over your synthetic bones. You watch your skin as your hair grows too, to a perfectly trimmed h/l style.

You see an android prototype standing beside Kamski, he looked, wait no, it had slicked back dark brown hair, with a few strands astray and his dark chocolate eyes, were focused on the coin he was flipping, tossing, etc., etc. You are so mesmerised, you didn't notice Kamski shouting at you. It seemed it was also mesmerised, for perhaps for a similar reason.

"KX? KX! KX!!!" He yelled, finally getting your attention. You snap your head to look at him, now standing in the room. The robotic arms reared as he yelled as if they were alive. "Very good." He says, rubbing his temples in frustration. You jump at the sound of the door handle being opened violently. He leaves so the robotic arms can dress you.

He clears his throat and presses the button to talk. "Register name." He barks. "Name needing to be registered?" Your automated voice asks. "Y/n. Your name is y/n." He says, parking inbetween words.

After a long time of tests and tweaking your uniform, you're finally ready to go. Connor gets assigned to Lieutenant Hank Anderson, so there wasn't a need for you yet. It wasn't until Lieutenant Anderson died you noticed a change in Connor's behaviours, as before he left, you guys were best friends. Seeing him this sad makes you worried.

"Connor, are you ok?" You ask him, voice quivering slightly. "He is.... he's gone.... he's gone... HE'S GONE Y/N!!!!" He cries, shortening to your height, or staying the same. He grasps your jacket, bawling his eyes out. You are overwhelmed with emotion as he weeps. "Hey, hey hey, Connor. It'll be ok, you're ok!" You pulled his face so you could see his eyes. "You'll be fine!" You try and comfort him, he just grasps tighter. "Oh jeez, Connor, seriously, I'm here, to help you! Tell me, what your problem? Who is gone?" You ask him, with a comforting smile, making them both sit. "Lie- Hank, he's gone. Heh-He died. A rebel deviant got him. 28 STAB WOUNDS, 28!" Connor tells you, helping him calm until the last statement. "What is up with android criminals and the number 28?" He asked himself, laughing softly.

"I don't know, but, I'm here Connor, I won't leave your side." You hug him, he releases your jacket a bit. 'There we go, there we go. Calm, calm.' You think, rubbing his back. You both take deep breaths, calming him.

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Connor
Stress level: 48% and dropping

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You feel accomplished once he calms down past 50%. "Now, tell me all of it." You said, grabbing his shoulders and he smiles, getting ready to tell the story of a lifetime. "It all starts when I leave..."

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Don't @ me, I'm working on it...; w;