A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
-----
Requests are almost always open! Check the 'Welcome' chapter if you'd ever like to double check, as I will be saying if the requests are open or closed th...
"Here we go..." you grumble to yourself, the sound hollowed by the helmet on your head. When you had been 'promoted' to special forces a few days prior, you had been excited... until you figured out why your boss did it. You were only placed under Agent Perkins' guide (which was both a step up and a step down. Fuck you Perkins) because they needed every single person they could going through the town with a fine-tooth comb to find any stray deviants. You were all armored up and felt like you were suffocating, but the gun on your hip and the flashlight in your hand symbolized your treacherous job and the urge to seem like you were good enough for the job drove you forwards.
Before you now was an old, decaying home in the heart of the Ravendale district, on Camden street. Approaching the chain link fence surrounding the exterior, you began to search for a way through. The house was a perfect place for a poor, defenseless android to hide. You felt horrible even going close to it- if someone really was inside, did you really want to find it? Sending these poor deviants to camps broke your heart, and you were so, so relieved that you hadn't found any deviants thus far. Hopefully your lucky streak wasn't broken now. Following the fence, you scanned it up and down in search of a gap or a weak spot. The small camera on the top right of your helmet projected a clear image over the inside, as if you were looking through thick, bulletproof glass- but no matter how easy it was to see with this stupid thing on, it seemed to trap your breath and heighten your anxiety tenfold as you spotted a breach.
A small corner of the fence had been snipped by wire cutters, and could easily be bent up and out of the way. Crouching low, you pushed it aside with one arm, the thick, canvas-type fabric protecting you form the sharp edges. Getting through the small space was surprisingly easy considering how bulky your gear was, but you stood on the other end, both victorious towards having made it and terrified of what was to come. You reached for your gun, your hand resting on the grip, and began to slink around the side of the house. The windows were all boarded up, and you couldn't see a thing inside. Thin rays of light shone through from the sun as it slid towards the horizon, yet it still wasn't enough to give you a proper feel of what you were getting yourself into. You arrived at the door and let out a sigh, bracing yourself, and then jutting out a foot and kicking the door in. Pulling your gun from it's holster you hold it instinctively against your chest, channeling your years of police work and stepping into the darkness.
