DBH Roleplay Solos (OneShots)

RK900- Origin #3

Pain, pain. So much pain. Yet...so much fear. What were these new sensations that RK900-298 was feeling? He was scared wasn't he? He had to get away from this alleyway, or else he would get caught. He couldn't get deactivated. This wasn't his fault. It was just self-defense...right?

With a hand on his throat, he ran out of the alleyway. His LED was pulsing red, unsure of what to do or where to go. Oh, that's right. The park. Surely no one would be there at this time of night. He scanned the street, indicating that not a lot of people were walking around. "..." -298 realized he had a mixture of thirium and blood on his Cyberlife issued clothing, so he would raise suspicion to anyone who would spot him.

He quickly ran across the street, despite cars honking at him. "Get the fuck off the road!" One of the drivers yelled at him, causing him to become more stressed. Get to the park, don't focus on them. He received a few stares from humans that were walking, and he mentally cursed at himself. Damn it, they probably knew now.

Eventually after approximately an hour, he didn't know, he reached the Detroit City Park. Finally he was here. -298 may have gotten a few looks here and there, but at least he got to his destination. He entered the park cautiously, looking to see if anyone else was there. There was no one. Good. He felt the sting of his now missing voicebox again, and he put his hand over his throat panel once more. Even putting pressure on it seemed to make the pain worse.

But he couldn't go back to the Tower now, it was too risky. What would they say to him if they found out that he failed his mission, or worse, deviated? He felt like a failure, something that should have done its duty but failed to. He felt another sensation. Is this what humans call 'sadness'? He didn't know, but he had to rest here for the night, but first...the jacket had to go.

RK900-298 unbuttoned and unzipped his white Cyberlife issued jacket. It was tainted with thirium and blood that weren't his own, and he had no use for it anymore. But where to put it? He scanned the environment briefly and discovered that there was a trashcan nearby. -298 approached it, and discarded the jacket in there.

POWER LEVEL: 20%. PLEASE STANDBY OR USE YOUR NEAREST ANDROID PARKING STATION.

He felt...exhausted. The earlier events of the night must have drained his power levels severely. He wasn't used to his power being drained this much, as he was only being tested on and being put into stasis again. -298 stumbled slightly from his lack of power level, his LED spinning yellow and then back to a pulsing red from almost falling. "...?"

RK900-298 noticed a bench nearby and sat down on it. He fidgeted slightly to get comfortable. Well it's either this, or nothing at all. His LED spun to yellow and then back to a pulsing red again from the thought. His power level was slowly decreasing, so he had to make a choice. The bench, or nothing at all. Well, the bench it was. He slowly closed his eyes, drifting off into his preconstructions.

RK900-298 IS NOW ENTERING STANDBY...

RK900-298 IS OFFLINE.

PRECONSTRUCTION MODE ACTIVATED.