«ON HAITUS & UNDER EDITING» The apocalypse started out of nowhere. One day you were carrying on your daily life, the next you were under lockdown as your entire world - quite literally - fell apart. It was an impossible way to live, but a few survivors managed. This is your survival story. Your new life. Your life of...
Connor x Reader Fanfiction (gender neutral) Androids are machines, created to Obey humans and complete their tasks without a thought. They do so... That is until they begin to wake up. Based on the game Detroit: Become Human (which I obviously, do not own) This is a progressive story. -Contains swearing, violence, m...
★ female pronouns & third person view (may change it if people prefer first person!) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "I don't know you," The android glowered back at the stranger, it's LED flashing yellow. It was frustrated that it was caught before it could finish its mission. "I've never seen or heard of you." "I know you haven't." The...
"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...
"I do not understand why I always feel... Weird inside whenever he is around... Is my software working? Is there something wrong with me, Dr. Cohen?" I asked Dr. Cohen, noticing her eyes softened and her lips slowly form in a small smile. She slowly came closer, as she wrapped her arms around me. Her warmth gave me co...
In this story, Connor is Hank's son. You are the android that accompanies them. Will you finally crawl out of your programmed shell, or will you just be another piece of robotic plastic with no feeling what so ever?
[ Connor X Reader ] Detective [L/N] joins the hunt for Deviants with Hank Anderson and the android, Connor. She slowly realizes that maybe, just maybe androids are not just machines.
"Miss (L/n)? Are you going to start complaining as well?" Captian Fowler rolled his eyes awaiting your answer. "N-No, sir." You stuttered. "Then get the hell out of my office." He dismissed you while returning to the file he was reviewing. You showed yourself out of the office and to your desk. There you saw Hank grit...
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