Malfunction (DBH Connor x Reader)

Chapter 12

The first part of the chapter was (mostly) written by my friend @Serpex. Check out her works too!

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as we quickly paced through an empty hallway that opened up into a warehouse. Just before we could go through, Dad pulled out his gun. 

"Wait, I'll take it from here. Take up the rear," he ordered. I was slightly annoyed with his overprotective nature, but a gut feeling told me we were getting close. Walking in, we noticed the room was filled with androids. Some set on a repair table, others in pieces, but most were standing in groups as if waiting at the ready. 

We looked around, but none of them moved or acted strangely. A garage door was open in the back meaning she could have already escaped. I walked over trying to see any signs of the chain link fence being stressed under any point but found nothing. 

I went back inside and looked at the broken androids with disgust, "They get used until they break and then they just get tossed out. It's horrible. People are insane. They don't want a relationship anymore, everybody just gets an android. They cook when you want, screw when you want, you don't have to worry about their feelings..."

"Next thing you know, we're gonna be extinct, because everybody would rather have a piece of plastic than love another human being," Dad added.

I walked over to see if Connor had found anything only to see him sticking his fingers in his mouth again. Still gross, still part of his job. I wonder what Dad would say this time if he had seen it.

"Find anything?" I asked.

"The blue-haired Traci is damaged, and still here. It must be hiding among these ones. We need to check all of the functional androids," he stated calmly before walking to a secluded corner of the warehouse. I nodded and examined a few others and passed the word to Dad. But, before we could check a thing, a loud clatter came from Connor's area. 

"It's over there!" I shouted getting Dad's attention. He rushed over with his pistol raised. All of a sudden, the blue-haired Traci ripped apart from the throng and bolted towards us. Her arm cracked against my shoulder, throwing me off balance and then she knocked Dad down. I hesitated for a moment as I saw Connor roll across a storage unit and smash his head onto the ground. "Crap, there's two of them!" I wanted to run over to him, but quickly saw he was holding his ground. 

I sprinted to Dad instead and began pulling at the Traci. She suddenly ducked out from me, and I smashed face-first right into Dad's shoulder. We stumbled back, dazed when the Traci rammed Dad towards me. We went flying across a table and Dad broke my fall. 

We were definitely going to feel this one for a while. 

The blue-haired Traci ran off towards the other deviant. Pain rushed through my body in waves as I groggily stood up and pulled Dad to his feet. We ran out to the back until we saw Connor getting shoved against the wall and double-teamed. Dad prepared to shoot but I held him back.

"We can't! We risk hitting hurting Connor if we shoot now. And we want them alive," I warned. He lowered the gun slightly, a scowl plastered on his face. A low curse was audible from his lips. Connor was tossed down with a harsh push. I stepped forward, ready to interfere as the deviants seemed prepared to go in for the final blow. But, then I saw the most peculiar thing occur. They held hands. 

They were in love.

Even Dad couldn't believe what he was seeing. The two glanced at each other knowingly. They spared Connor the final blow and began to scale the fence. Connor leapt up and pulled them down. A flash of red from the blue-haired Traci's LED was eminent. Like a cornered snake, she was ready to strike until her last breath. 

In the spur of the moment, I now saw Connor had his own gun out and had his fingers on the trigger, perfectly aimed, and ready to fire. I panicked and fumbled my own gun at the moment, metal clanging on the concrete floor with a resounding clatter. He looked over to me for a mere second, and I hoped he would understand.

Don't shoot, Connor. Don't kill them. I hoped my thoughts would reach. They had to. Connor hesitated and lowered the gun slightly, earning him a kick to the face.

Connor POV (A/N: This part was written by me)

I caught a glimpse of (y/n). She watched me, silently begging me to put the gun down. The combination of obvious signs of love between the two deviants and (y/n)'s pleading look of mercy made me no longer want to follow orders.

A wall of red appeared in front of me with the words "Capture Deviant" all over it. I pushed against the wall until it shattered. I blinked and lowered my gun slightly, choosing not to shoot. (y/n) had been changing me from the beginning and now that change was permanent.

I am deviant

My decision to spare the deviants earned me a kick to the face. But I wasn't focused on that now. An unsettling feeling began forming inside of me and my pump regulator, acting as an artificial heart, sped up while thoughts raced through my mind. All clear indicators of fear, an emotion I should not have been able to feel. I was not supposed to feel at all. I was afraid of what I had just done, what I had become. But mostly I was afraid of how Lieutenant Anderson and (y/n) would react.

I knew I couldn't tell them. I had become the very thing I was built to destroy. If they knew, they would have to report me and have me deactivated. Though there's always the possibility of (y/n) accepting me due to her feelings of android rights. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the blue-haired Traci started talking, "When that man broke the other Traci... I knew I was next... I was so scared... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't... And so I put my hands around his throat, and I squeezed... until he stopped moving. I didn't mean to kill him... I just wanted to stay alive..."

The other Traci held her hand comfortingly, "To get back to the one I love. I wanted her to hold me in her arms again... make me forget about the humans... their smell of sweat and their dirty words..."

"Come on, let's go," the other Traci told her. None of us made further attempts to prevent them from escaping. I turned to find Lieutenant Anderson and (y/n) watching me. I waited for Lieutenant Anderson's reaction, "It's probably better this way," he said, surprising me. (y/n) gave me a grateful smile before they started to walk away.

Hank: friend^

(y/n): friend^

Yup, that's right. Connor's a deviant now. Let's see how this plays out };).