Fuck You - Reed900

I'm sorry

Rk900

I gently grabbed Gavin's arm and pulled him to the bathroom. "Ah! Phck! That fucking hurts you know!!" He yelled in pain. "If you would stop struggling it wouldn't hurt as bad." Gavin rolled his eyes and sat on the counter top. "Take your shirt off please, Detective."
"What the hell!? No fuckin' way bastard!" I sighed and took his shirt off. "The phck Faggot!?" I got the first aid kit and cleaned, stitched(if needed), and patched his cuts.

"Stand up Detective." I asked. He sighed and stood up. "We done now fag?" I unbuckled his belt, he instantly stumbled back. "Don't take advantage of me just because I'm drunk you fuckin' faggot!!" I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to heal your cuts on your legs. "H-How do you even know I have cuts there!? I might not even have cuts there. You just wanna see me without pants don't ya you fag?" I rubbed my forehead. "No Detective, I just want to help you."

Software Instability^

Gavin snickered. "You want?" I hesitated to speak. "I...Um..Well I.." I sighed. Gavin chuckled, "You're nothing more than a filthy fucking deviant. You don't even have a phckin' name!" I curled my hand into a fist, I feel...

Angry..

Software Instability^

I punched Gavin in the face without thinking. I..I felt bad..I...I didn't mean to.. I cover my mouth with my hands, realizing what I had done.

Gavin

The dumpster fucking hit me, HIT ME!! I chuckled quietly and looked at it. I attacked it and it fought back. We fought for who knows how long, I grabbed my gun and shot it in the head. It fell to it's knees and it's light thing faded from red to grey and I passed out right beside it.

Gavin

I woke up with the dead android by my side, and a masave headache. The hell happened? I remember drinking about 5 beers and then I don't remember anything. I groan and get up, I push the Android so it falls back onto it's back. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, I noticed my bandaged arms and legs.

"He patched me up huh..? I mean it..yeah..it..heh.." I mumble to myself, I looked at the stove clock and it was 8 am. I guess I'll go to work. I sigh and wash up, get dressed, and head out the door. I get on my bike and drive off to work.

I enter the reception and go into the precinct. That God damn machine got replaced, damn. "Hello Detective Reed." Conner walked up to me. "What do you want TinCan?" I grumble. "Did the RK900 die last night?" It asked. "Yeah, so?" Conner tilted it's head but put it back up and looked at the other Android and looked back at me. "Where did he die?"

I sighed, "what's it to you?" "He seems to have a different memory card in him then last time, so where did he die?" I rolled my eyes, "In my house." I can't believe I answered this freak. "How did he die?" I groan. "Is this some sort of interrogation, or are you just annoying me?" "Hmph, Fine. Have it your way." It walked back to Hank.

I walk to my table and sit down. "Hello Detective Reed." The Android said. I don't answer it.

Rk900

"Is anyone in there? Oh wait, that's right. There isn't anything in that hollow brain of yours." I joke, but Gavin didn't see it as a joke. He stood up and pulled a gun on me. "Fuck off, I didn't need your help last night and I don't need your help now. So Fuck. Off." I look around and see people staring. "Detective, you are making a scene." He growls at me and puts the gun down. "Fuck you." I smile and chuckle a little. "I'm sorry detective, I never meant to cause harm to you, but you should harm yourse-" Gavin covered my mouth. He took me to the Break room and whispered at me. "Don't fucking 'make a scene.' Last thing I want is my best friend to find out I've been cutting myself. Got it dumpster truck?" I nod.