"Hello? RK800? Can you see me?" "Yes." "Do you have a name?" "I... don't remember..." When Hank gets into trouble with drug dealers, it's Connor who pays the price. But when you reset him, he remembers nothing. Will he get his memory back and save Hank before its too late? Will you get dragged into this too? DETROIT BECOME HUMAN BELONGS TO QUANTIC DREAM AND SONY INTERACTIVE ENTERTAINMENT, I DO NOT OWN THE VIDEO GAME NOR THE CHARACTERS FEATURED IN THE GAME.

A fan fiction of Connor from Detroit Become Human and you, the reader. Cover by: yours truly

"Miss (L/n), you and Anderson have been assigned with an android from Cyberlife for these cases." "Really? Well...alright. When will he or she arrive?" "I don't know, but I just hope that a stupid piece of plastic doesn't mess things up around here." "It won't Sir! Besides, they'll have me and Hank looking after it! What could go wrong?" (A/N: DISCLAIMER! I don't own anything from Detroit: Become Human! Also, this story is done for female readers. I'm not good with girl x girl and guy x guy. Believe me, I'd butcher it....)

I grew up in Detroit and was adopted, by my non-biological, Hank Anderson, who is currently employed as a detective with the help of his android friend, and used to be partner, Connor. I'm friends with Connor, but it's not like we're super close or anything. I'm still getting used to the whole android thing, but it's not like I hate androids, or just Connor in general. Why would I? He's really nice, and whenever he comes over, it's like watching a sitcom when he uses his dorky ability to tip my father off. It's quite entertaining. After a while, something strange happens. He tells me there's a pain in his chest. I ask him about it, seeing if there's maybe something wrong with his mechanical body. But, he points towards his.. No, no fucking way. .. Why did it have to be me? ~~~ Things to know before reading this story: - This story will deal with things such as sexual assault, depression, and suicidal thoughts. - In this story, your character goes by she\her pronouns. - There will be smut in this story. - In this story, you are an atheist. - In this story, you are 19. - This is based on what happens after the CoryxKenshin gameplay (good ending). Cover Art Artist/Source: https://twitter.com/plasticbridge20/status/995352314050498560?s=19

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|