Forgetting. (Mini Stories)

RK750: 1

(Based of the VideoGame: Detroit Become Human.)

"Fuck." Clay woke up in a cold sweat, and his headache didn't really help.
He could hear Patches scratching his front door, wanting to get out.
Clay groaned and sat up from his bed, rubbing his face with his left hand.
His eyes were bright, despite not feeling the best. The bags under his eyes were a factor in his tired aesthetic, he stepped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
Patches kept mewing and scratching at the door.

The time was around 10:35am when he got out the door. The city of Detroit was busy during this time of day, he made his way towards the DPD, Detroit police department.
He bumped into a android, it looked like it was getting something around across the street, near the art shop. Clay forgot the name.

When he entered the large building, nobody greeted him, not even a glance in his direction.
He didn't mind, he told himself he looked like shit anyway.

He stretched his arms before walking to his desk. A warm cup of coffee sat in a empty space on the table. He looked at it suspiciously, nobody cared enough about him to give him a coffee. He looked around the room, nobody was looking at him.
He grumbled and muttered a series of curses while he sat down and tried to work.
The blond kept glancing at the coffee cup, the steam flowing freely into the air. The coffee practically begging for a taste.
His hands were shaky, like they normally were in the morning. They usually stopped after a few cups of coffee, so-
The tall male grabbed it with shaking fingers and hesitantly took a sip,
It was warm, the liquid running through his throat smoothly. It was creamy but bitter, the way he liked it.

"How are you this morning Detective?"
A unknown voice spoke beside the blond.
The voice was high but soothing.

It almost made Clay spill the cup in his hands. He put it close to his chest, afraid to almost spill it again.
Clay looked beside him, the first thing he saw was the soft glow of an LED indicator.  The second was some pretty dumb looking glasses on top of a mop of fluffy dark brown hair.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"
Clay's words would hurt any newcomer, he used the tone to drive people away. Though the android didn't turn away, but his LED flashed yellow for a second.

"I'm RK750. The android sent by CyberLife to assist you in your future investigations."
The android stood straight, with his hands behind his back. He had a fake smile on his face and he looked at Clay with unreadable eyes.

"You're joking. I don't need any fucking help." Clay scowled at the android and looked at his computer screen, trying to ignore the machine.

But RK750 stood there, looking at Clay while he worked.
"Listen Plastic bitch. Go to Captain Fowler and tell him I'm not in need of any sort of partner." Clay sounded irritated, he didn't look at RK750 when he spoke.

RK750 nodded and left Clay's desk.

When Clay glanced at the brown haired male, he saw him walking towards Fowler's office. He smirked,

Stupid Machines.

"Captain, It's RK750." RK750 softly knocked at the door to be respectful.

"Come in."
The deep voice of Fowler could be heard from the other side. When RK750 walked in, he felt at ease.
"It's something wrong with Clay? After all, I wouldn't expect anything less."

RK750 nodded.
"Yes, I'm getting the distinct feeling he doesn't want me near his presence. He's indicated he doesn't like me, and said he didn't need a partner."

Fowler listened to the android with interest. He nodded, telling the android he was listening.
"It's going to take some time RK750. He'll warm up to you. Now, I have your first case."

"Of course."

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"K-pop idol who is here in Detroit is suspected for the murder of four androids. All backup dancers.
DT130, DT230, DT540 and DT1400.
The male is most known as Hyungjin, but his name is Younjinyu. 5'10 with blue hair, his group members are also all potential suspects."
RK750 explained to Clay. They were in a car for undercover officers. Meaning the car was just a regular car.
"Alright Tin can. How do we get in there? Any permit?"

"Yes, Captain Fowler got us access to the building and the right to question anyone in there. The building is populated with mostly androids who are able to assist us."

"Oh Fucking great." Clay shook in head in disbelief, already getting a fucking headache from this guy.

They entered the building, multiple androids, along with a human greeted them at the door. Idols usually had protection right at the front entrance.
"Name's Detective Taken. Me and Tin Can need to speak to the idols of this place."

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"Damn, I didn't expect that twist ending." Clay smiled to himself as he entered the DPD building.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the investigation, Detective."

Clay rolled his eyes and walked towards his desk. He realized halfway that RK750 wasn't following behind him anymore. He could usually feel the android's non existent breath down his neck he was that close. It slightly concerned Clay when he couldn't feel the androids presence.
Looking behind his shoulder, he saw the short android talking to another. RK800, also known as Darryl.

"Hey Clay." Clay winced at the high voice.
"Lieutenant Carder." Clay greeted in a growl.

"So that's your android? what's his name?"
Lieutenant Carder, properly known as Zak Carder- questioned, facing Clay.

"RK750. I'm busy Carder, leave me alone."

"You should give him a name, it'd be easier to address him y'know." Zak reasoned. When he realized there was no point in arguing, Zak shook his head and walked towards the two androids; greeting them with a smile.

Clay sat down pretty aggressively, setting his legs on his desk and sipped on his now cold coffee.

RK750 was still talking to Zak and his android,
Clay didn't feel right,

A name, huh?