A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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You hugged yourself tightly, shivering in the cold. It was the middle of a brutal Detroit winter, and you were wandering in the snow, alone, afraid, with blood running from a cut on the side of your face. You had had no choice but to run from your own home, where you were supposed to be safe, secure, loved. You had to run away from that shitty excuse of a father you'd been stuck with, or else who knows what would have happened. You had no clue where you were, you'd been walking aimlessly, searching for somewhere fit to stay the night- or in other words, sit and cry until the sun came up and you could ask for a ride to the police station or something like that. You had no idea what you were going to do, you just knew that you couldn't go back home.
"Jesus, I'm going to freeze out here..." you rub your hands together, breathing hot air into them in an attempt to get the blood flowing again. Though your hands warmed momentarily, they were left just as cold moments later, if not, even colder. You glanced at your surroundings, taking in everything around you. You were near a shipyard, one that you had never seen before but looked entirely abandoned. You prayed that there were no other people around, and that you could tuck yourself into a warm-ish corner and shiver away for hours. You tried a door leading into an abandoned building, but it was locked tight. Ahead of you lay a pile of rusted metal, shards of the pathway that used to sit above you, leading from the boarding dock to a colossal ship with the messy lettering of 'Jericho' scrawled on the side. Approaching the rubble, you pushed at it with your foot, wondering what had dislodged it and sent it tumbling down here. You thought for a moment that maybe it was a human- or an android- who had made it collapse, and shuddered at the image of being that human, tumbling along with it, colliding with the hard concrete. You pushed the thought away.
"No one will look for me here." you huff, the sound music to your ears in contrast to the endless silence you'd been enduring. Speaking to yourself helped to keep the anxiety of your situation at bay, and you were your only friend as of now. In the hull of the ship was a shipping dock, a large metal path connected the boat to the land littered with old, empty crates of all forms and sizes. You made your way towards the hole in the ship, praying that this metal path was intact enough to safely carry you into the shelter on the other side. As you passed through the graveyard of shipping crates, you stopped, turning to a Cyberlife-labeled box and approaching it cautiously. The lid sat ajar, and a quick glance inside showed that it was empty save for a discarded screwdriver. A fleeting thought told you to grab the screwdriver, just in case you needed to defend yourself. It was better than your shaking hands, so you plucked the tool from the box and held it tightly to your chest, turning back to the entrance and continuing forwards. The moment your feet left the thinner metal path and landed on the thicker steel of the ship's floors, an eerie feeling washed over you like the waves gently, faintly rocking the ship.
