Rk1000 (Conkus) (Connor x Markus)

TARANTULA ISLAND TARANTULA ISLAND TARANTULA ISLAND

CHAPT. 8

(Ya know what? Tonight when corncob goes to 'sleep' he has a nightmare about that bitch named Amanda. I'm not going to go into detail, so this is like a time-skip. Basically, he went into recharge at about 7 or 8 pm, and jolted awake at 3 am, and his stress was at 95+ so he could've possibly self-destructed, but calmed down when he realized it was just a figment of his imagination. He was in a daze, shaky and sweaty.)

(In my version, androids can sweat so f I T E M E)

(yeet let's continue shall we *tips fedora*)

Connor jolted up, hot tears staining his deep blue cheeks. He was hyperventilating, gasping for air. He frantically looked around and let out a shaky sigh upon realizing that he was alone. He took deep breaths and wiped his eyes, slumping back onto the bed. Slowly calming down, he turned his body to the side to face the wall.

'Ra9, I'm such a mess. A horrible excuse for a deviant... I miss Hank... Could I visit Hank..? I want to visit Hank.' He continued to wipe the remaining liquid from his eyes and face.

Connor pulled his legs to his chest, clenching and unclenching his fists while staring at the wall in thought. Somehow, his mind had shifted to the deviant Leader, Markus, and he felt the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile. He then frowned, confused.

'Why do I like Markus? I'm pretty sure he's already with... Umm.. North? Yeah. I think her name is North. And even if he wasn't, he definitely wouldn't like me back. And he's probably straight. Yeah... He definitely doesn't like me... I'm tired.'

'These swarming thoughts aren't helping..! Why am I talking to myself..?'

Connor sighed, closing his eyes.

| Connor.exe has crashed |

'Fuuuccckkk... What the hell, Amanda?!'

(Lmfao sorry)

Connor sighed, closing his eyes. His chest felt weird and his stomach turned. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, groaning in frustration. His thoughts still wouldn't leave him be.

'What if he does like me? What if I'm pushing him away..? I don't need sleep, I need answers.'

'We'll settle this in the morning! I need to finish recharging!'

'Do you?'

"I... I don't know..." Connor whispered aloud, expression softening, however his eyebrows remained put, furrowed in confusion.. He swiftly turned on his other side to distract himself from the wall. He forced his eyes shut in mute anger at his overactive thoughts. He eventually let himself back into sleep mode.

When 8 am rolled around, Connor had woken back up to see the blinding sunrise. He squinted his eyes as he sat up, stretching. He lazily hopped off of the bed and sighed.

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For anyone and everyone out there who is currently buried six feet under in love, I wish you the best of luck.