The Purple Martin - Connor x Reader

Standing in a room painted fully white, completely devoid of color, you are surrounded by a flock of Purple Martin birds. In the center of the flock, you see Connor sitting on his knees, fully stationary.

As you walk closer to him, his LED slowly spins red. The sound of his slowly working biocomponents and his mechanical breaths fill the seemingly endless white void around you. The Purple Martins' singing chirps added to the almost-silent chaos of the room.

Connor turns to look at you, his clothing stained with deep blue thirium. He touches his chest that has been destroyed with a gunshot wound, hands now covered in the blue liquid - almost as blue as the color of the Purple Martins that surround the both of you.

"(y/f/n), I'm scared," he says, his voice filled with human-like emotion, breaking throughout every word. You find yourself unable to respond to him, unable to move. You watch as his LED stops blinking, his body becoming stiff as a rock. Suddenly, the white void is stained with the color of the ocean-blue thirium, the sound of the chirping Purple Martins falling silent.

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I do not own any of the characters in this story aside from the reader and any OC's. Some of the storyline and majority of the characters are owned by David Cage and the creators of Detroit: Become Human.