More Than a Machine (Connor x fem reader)

The Past

Past: 2024
Y/n's Age: 9

Y/n hears her parents shouting. She's so used to it by now she doesn't cry anymore. They always start fighting at the same time every single night, and every night Y/n has to ignore it. But tonight was different.

The shouting started as usual, then it got louder. She could hear things being thrown around. And... crying?

'That's different...'

Then the noises just suddenly stop. It's dead silent. Somethings off.

Y/n slowly gets out of bed, making her way towards the stairs. She descends slowly, peaking through the rails as she does so.

She doesn't see anything so far. Y/n reaches the bottom of the stairs and tiptoes her way to the living room, she peaks around the doorframe seeing the living room destroyed.

Various things moved, knocked over and broken. It's like a war zone. She then notices the household android, it's LED flashing from yellow to red and it's jaw clenched. Y/n finally notices her father... he's breathing heavily... and he's holding something shiny... and there's.... blood?

Why would there be-

"Mommy...?" Y/n gasped seeing her mother and quickly covering her mouth. Her father turned to her.

"The hell are you doing out of bed?" Her father asked taking a step towards Y/n causing her to take a step back.

"W-why..? W-what..?" She stuttered. Her father turns to her mother then back at Y/n. He smiles.

"Everything's fine now. Everything's okay.... Come here." He reaches his hand out to Y/n but she stands back again. Her father frowns.

"Come here." He says a little louder.

Another step back.

"Come. Here. NOW!" He shouts.

"NO!" She cry's as she try's to run, but he grabs her arm.

"AHHH! NO! NO! LET GO!" Y/n shouts. He grips her arm tightly, bruises forming.

"I said, come here- AGH." He yells as there household android pushes him down. It then pulls Y/n behind it, shielding her from her father.

"I told you to stay out of my way!" He shouts at the android.

"No." It says sternly.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, no." It says again.

"I'm not taking no for an answer! You BOTH listen to ME." He lunges forward slashing the androids chest with the knife in his hands. He tries to grab Y/n again but the android pushes him and attempts to grab the weapon. It ends up taking it but soon drops the knife as Y/n's father holds the android by its throat causing, its skin to peel back. Y/n quickly takes this opportunity to grab the weapon and stab her own father in the foot. He screams in pain as he's knocked off balance. The android grabbed Y/n's hand and quickly dragged her upstairs.

They hid in a bedroom and it pushed her in a closet.

"Hide here okay... don't come out until you know it's safe." It instructs her as it goes to leave.

"Wait," She whispers. The android turns back around.

"H-how will I know it's safe..." She uttered.

"Either I will come back..." It pauses for a second. "Or the police will find you... I've already called them." It looks at her worriedly.

"You'll be okay Y/n... I promise..." The android reassured her as he closed the closet door. It then ran out to face her father.

All Y/n could hear was more loud noises. More yelling.

She just cried covering her ears.

The noises get louder.

She doesn't move.

Then there just silence, but she doesn't get out.

She just sat there for what felt like hours and it probably has been. Her breathings still very heavy.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens.

She freezes trying to calm down her breathing.

She hears footsteps as they come towards the closet she's hiding in.

She just silently cry's, trying so hard not to make a noise.

The door slowly opens.

"NO DON'T HURT ME!" Y/n screams hiding her face.

"Hey, hey, hey... it's okay... you're okay." She hears an unfamiliar voice. She looks up seeing a man kneeling down.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" The man asks, Y/n only nods.

"I-Is our android o-okay?" She uttered. The man sighs.

"I'm sorry. The android... its-."

"Detective! Find anything?" Someone shouted interrupting the man, he sighs again.

"C'mon, let's get you out of there." The detective holds his hand out. Y/n slowly takes his hand.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Y/n." She whispers quietly.

"Hello Y/n. I'm Detective Anderson, but you can call me Hank."