(A/N: Since I stopped writing fanfic and only wrote original stories since 13… and now I’m 18, ready to keep up that track record… and then these fucking handsome robo boys showed up. God, I hate myself. But enjoy.)
Word Count: 950+
Connor RK800 x Gender Neutral Reader (It’s the first time I’ve done that, oh boy).
Captain Fowler had given a preemptive warning about this, one that Hank didn’t show up to work for and made Gavin lose his shit so fast that he left for the break room to yell at the coffee machine for being technology.
But you sat diligently and listened about what Captain Fowler said was an ‘honour’ for the Detroit Police Department, in what could only be called the dullest voice possible. You understood what was coming.
And yet nothing could prepare you for this.
“Hello, my name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
Jesus Christ, if he was tuned any tighter you’d need a tuning fork.
It wasn’t like you had anything against androids, there was no reason to; in fact, you were rather excited. Your shabby department gets a fucking state of the art prototype? The most human android humanity ever developed?
Sure, capitalizing and enslaving what at this point was unarguably intelligent life, and disturbing how far humans would go to push work onto others– All bad things. But your heart still swelled at the idea of such technological advances.
But… For an android meant to harmonize and adapt with people, he was so, so dumb.
Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. Hank is late as usual and his new robo-sidekick is circling around his desk like a puppy. You’re sure he’s just taking the time to analyze his partner based on context clues, but why did it have to look so awkward?
Why did Cyberlife do Connor so dirty with his naturally awkward persona?
Well, he at least makes up for it with a cute face and charm that went over his own head.
“I like dogs.”
It is taking everything in your system not to cry, puckering your lips together and trying to shadow your face from sight. Of course, he likes dogs, he’s the human android equivalent of a dog.
Reed leans over your back on his way from the break room, “laughing it up at homicide cases, eh? Dark but if that’s your poison.” Gavin laughs walking away as your surrounding colleagues looked at you horrified and slightly afraid. You want to make a comment of how they all laugh at those Christmas tree deaths but–
“Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music.”
That was the last straw.
If you didn’t get it out now it would be the most unproductive work day this month, ‘a Hank day’ as you call it. That and much more importantly, every part of your body was screaming in desire.
Hank, disgruntled old man per usual responds as such, “You listen to heavy metal?”
With a strong thrust of your feet and the newly bought office chair with gliding wheels (and perfectly shaped to your butt but that’s not relevant), you slide over to the duo’s desks with too much ease; so much that you knock into the table.
Gripping onto Connor’s side of the table as your chair topples over, you manage to hold you and your chair in place in a half fallen state, you yelled.
“he liSTENS TO HEAVY METAL CAUSE HE’S MADE OF HEAVY METAL!”
Hank just stares at your heaving, already far too sweaty body, and sighs that old man sigh. It has begun.
“Oh Hank, don’t get your circuits in a twist.” Were you still in the process of falling? Yes, but this was so much more important. You got the more intense old man sigh you demanded.
You eye the box of doughnuts on his side of the table, “Wow Hank, looks like you’ve gotta real Hankering for sweets today.”
“If you don’t go back to your desk right now, you’re my next homicide case.”
“That sounds temp–” Before you can finish making a bet on your life, the android that’s been trying to analyze your truly unexpected antics speaks up.
“Lieutenant Anderson, is the implication that you are going to kill this detective?”
Hank’s eyes scroll right, off you and onto Connor, he deadpans, “Obviously.”
“That is a felony, Lieutenant.”
This is the most amazing dog you’ve ever met.
Letting your chair fall beneath you, you get up and straighten yourself out, “Yeah Lieutenant, murder is a felony, whatcha gonna do about it?”
Hank looks at you with the least emotion a human has ever had, you consider the possibility that he’s a closet android as he turns back to his computer without a sound.
Speaking of androids, you turn your head to the real android in the bullpen, the one who has been moving his head frantically, following every move you made.
“Sorry, I never formally introduced myself.” You pause and look at him, he knows everything about you already, you’re certain, but he still waits pensively for your introduction. With that in mind, you hold out your hand, and you do your best to neutralize your faces natural ticks.
“Hello, my name is [Y/N], I’m the human sent by my mom.”
That earns the smallest ‘heh’ from Hank, and after the indicator on Connor’s forehead switches back to blue from yellow, you also earn the most uncomfortable smile on God’s great earth.
And you love it.
Connor takes your hand and gives it a firm, resume-worthy handshake.
All you can think of is how you can sign yourself onto this dog and old man duo because you just need more.
“I hope we get along well, detective.” His glowing, psychotic smile grows.
All he can think of is that you’re the first human to ever offer him their hand.
“Also, for future reference, I’m actually made of a compilation of alloys and hard plastics, making me rather light.”
(A/N: Tell me if you liked it??? Check out my main account?? Aah? I honestly would’ve never seen myself writing fanfic but after refreshing the tags like every day and only getting wee morsels to save me, I had to take it upon myself. So like, if you enjoy, follow me cause I am going to write more for myself anyways– Maybe even request something to get my brain going?? Do you want a sequel to this?? Fanfic is so wild I feel like a newborn deer.)
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