A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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Deviants were free now- but that didn't mean they were all nice. People killed people- androids killed people too, and as a detective it was your job to stop these androids with your partner at your side. Both you and Connor stood, gazing at the uninviting building before you. You can't say you were excited to go poking around for a deviant murderer, but you didn't have any choice.
"Ready?" Connor asked you, sending you a reassuring smile. He could sense your anxiety, reading you like a book. With a deep breath, you return the smile, and nod your head.
"Let's go catch us a deviant." it had been just around three months since the android revolution, and the amount of deviant assault cases had been zero until today- Fowler had called you into his office with his usual grimace, and had told you all about a double homicide at the hands of what can only be an android. You had investigated the crime scene already, and though the deviant wasn't at the scene of the murders, clues had led you here, to a large abandoned building Connor recognized to have been an old condo complex. The two of you set forwards, headed for a backdoor and planning on entering as stealthily as possible. The door was heavy and silent, and inside your lungs were filled with dust. You fought back the urge to cough, covering your mouth with your arm as Connor shut the door gently behind the both of you.
"Are you alright, Detective?" he asked in a hushed tone, patting you gently on the back as you cleared out your lungs.
"Yeah, just a second." you cough once more, muffling the sound in the crook of your elbow, and then let your arm drop back to your side. A quick scan of your surroundings proved to be almost useless- it was dark and empty, with moss crawling across old carpeted flooring, cracks webbing up and down the painted walls. You unholster your gun, straining both your ears and eyes in the darkness and silence. "Stick behind me." you instruct, and though Connor clearly isn't happy with the idea of you being the one in danger, he trusts you enough to obey. Slowly, you make your way to a hallway branching off of the left. Just like the room you had first stepped into, it was empty save for cobwebs and shadows. Everything was basically empty- the most you found in one or two abandoned apartment rooms were scattered papers, and in one case a rickety, splintering stool. So far, nothing was here. "Do you see anything?" you ask, lowering your gun as you finish clearing floor one and move to ascend the stairs to floor two.
