Rk1000 (Conkus) (Connor x Markus)

d a t s u m g e y s h e t

(Quick lil' note: I actually made that pic myself. All thanks to my ole fren google docs. It was actually really fun to make and I'm happy that it actually looks pretty decent compared to the real one from the game ^-^)

CHAPT. 1

     He began to feel so many more emotions. He felt like he was dedicated to this man. However, Connor hadn't felt the same. Or at all. But something caught his eye. The gun began to waver. He then heard something he never had before. A choked sob had escaped the brunette's lips. The gun had slipped out of the tight, uneasy grasp. Those beautiful chocolate orbs had semmingly fiiled with so much more life than they ever had before.

     The brunette had dropped to the ground on his knees, burying his face into his hands, a barely audible breath, shaky and vulnerable, had filled the uncomfortable silence. He had skimmed his eyes over the newly emotional deviant, the environment filtering a pale blue. An indicator had showm up in his peripheral. The deviant Connor had an extremely hight stress level, still rising. Anxiety meters increasing in height and LED pulsing an angry crimson. And obvious signs of severe software instability.

(O nO i WoUlD'vE nEvEr GuEsSeD tHaT's HoW dEvIaNcY wOrKs)

"M-Markus... I-I'm s-sorry... I'm so sorry I-I didn't m-mean it..." The poor brunette muttered out, embarrassed.

"No, no... It's okay, Connor-"

"I-It's all m-my fault! I-I almost k-killed you, M-Markus... I-It's my fault- !?!"

He let out a weak gasp when Markus tightly wrapped his arms around the poor boy.

"Connor. I understand that you feel bad, but... You weren't in control of your actions. But now, you are free. You chose to break your programming. You chose not to shoot. You did something good. It is not your fault. Not yours." He assured the boy.

     He couldn't help but feel pitiful of the brunette. The poor boy, being a slave to the humans. Just a tool, to complete their dirty work. He felt sympathy. The brunette reluctantly wrapped his own arms aroind his neck, silently weeping against his chest. He caressed the brunette's brown curly locks under his beanie and placed his other arm around his back. He seemingly calmed down at the welcoming touch he managed to provide. He found this as a small victory, and internally celebrated. Connor suddenly let go of his neck and pushed himself away, eyes wide, glassy, and held a trembling look.

     He let out a shaky breath, and muttered just above a whisper, a severe tone of regret lacing his words, "T-they... The... T-they are going t-to attack Jericho... M-Markus I-I'm so sorry..." He averted his eyes from left to right, and settled on gazing over at the forgotten weapon lying on the ground.

(drop a big  f a t  F  in the chat for the neglected gun)

     Markus' brows furrowed. "What- No, No... We... We have to evacuate! Connor, I understand that you feel bad. But please. Please don't stay here. Come with us. Come with me." He lifted himself up and held out his hand. His 'heart' had held a faint desire to recede the pseudo-skin on his palm, but decided against it. That feeling was new to him, but he wanted to dive into this newfound discovery furthermore. He believed that curiosity is rational, being the deviant leader himself. He is understanding.

     Markus, according to Connor's sudden feelings, he couldn't help but admire him. He seemed like a strong, natural leader. He was flexible, able to adapt and was ready for anything. He is a passionate communicator, capable of expressing moving words and attracting attention at just the sound of his firm but calm voice. He is courageous, tenacious, and holds a lot of patience. He contains integrity, and respects others' opinions. He also tolerates responsibility and does it well. He was amazing. Connor had been overwhelmed with the sudden urge to reverent the leader.

(me too Connie me too)

(okay so Connie is a fucking word but Connor isn't?)

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( NIBBA N O )

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