Connor x Reader •Imagines• •Oneshots• Detroit: Become Human

Red Wedding *Requested*

Second Person Point of View
Words: A staggering 3168
Requested by: ghost1643

This is it, the day that many girls dreamed of, walking down the isle toward the one you loved to spend a lifetime of happiness and joy. Not for you, a night of drunken fun turned out to change your life. Once the test ran positive you knew you had to find him again, his name was Walter, a regular at the bar down the road from your parents house. Once you found him, you didn't know what to tell him, this is a man who you haven't even known for more than one day and now you suffer the consequences.

Walter told his parents about the baby and they immediate got into contact with your parents, they told you that you had to marry this man. This man you haven't even known for a day.

The baby bump was alittle less than prominent but it still stuck out from the white lace dress that you wore. It was time. You had to meet the man who you would eventually spend the rest of your days with. You began down the isle sorrowfully as you watched Walter frown from his position, he didn't want this either but what was he to do, it was both parents wishes to make sure that the families images were kept clean and polished.

You get to the front and face the groom as he gave a small smile, not out of love but rather than pity "We are gathered here today-" The Minister's words faded as thoughts raced though your head, trying to convince yourself that living like this wouldn't be so bad.

The doors to the church slammed open and you quickly turn your head to see someone standing with a gun in hand, his hair was beach blonde but before you could assess more information, he raised the turn up toward the both of you. You quickly jumped to the side and a loud bang fill the room. You turn your head and watch as Walter collapsed to the ground, his white dress shirt turning red. His mother let out a horrified scream and as he stood up another loud bang filled the room.

You began to tremble as you crawled towards one of the few clothed tables in the church, more shots began firing and you felt splatters hit you like rain. You hid under the table huddling your whole body as tightly as you can so that you became as small as you felt. Screams filled the church and repeated shots filled the room like a drummer in a highschool marching band. Blood began to stain the white table cloths edge and it slowly slide towards you, you felt sick as the warmness seeped into your dress and touched your skin. Staining your consciousness like it did to your dress.

The screams stopped you heard the footsteps of the man walk up to the front of the church, you were able to see through the cloth and get a look at the man, you cupped your hands over your mouth and nose as you saw a red halo on the man's temple, he checked around the area, searching for someone, searching for you. You prayed, praying for forgiveness, praying for a miracle. Police sirens wurred in the background and the Android quickly fled out the back. Leaving you the last one alive in the church.

Connor stepped out of the car and looked at the church, inspecting how the door was forcefully opened "What a tragedy" Hank mumbled, as he slid under the police tape and started towards the inside, Connor quickly followed. Another police officer grabbed onto Hanks shoulder and looked into his eye and Hank immediately saw the mixture of disgusted and sadness in the officers eyes "Hank, it's really bad in there- Are you sure you don't just want to send in Connor?" The officer asked and Hank looked down and shifted before looking back up "I wouldn't be doing my job if I did that" Hank gave a  pitiful smile before beginning to open the church doors.

The smell was overpowering, blood and other body extremities filled the church with a unholy scent. Hank quickly covered his nose and let out a aggravated groan "Christ!" He looked into the church and looked away as he let the image burn itself into his brain.  Dozens upon dozens of mangled bodies laid across the floor and seats, God spared no age and struck a mighty wrath upon them all. Previous teams set up wooden planks so that you could walk down the isle without stepping on a single peice of evidence.