Can I Ask You a Personal Question? || Connor x Fem!Reader || D:BH

Chapter 4

3rd Person

An android hurries through the streets in a black hoodie and dark jeans. He occasionally glances behind him as if trying to avoid something. He is scared, angry, confused, but also strangely proud.

What if (y/n) finds out what I did? Maybe I should have thought about it more. He thinks, but then he answers himself thinking, The bastard deserved what he got.

But (y/n) is my friend. I care about her. What will she think of me? He questions.

It doesn't matter. What's done is done, and it felt good. Who cares what some woman thinks? He answers.

The android looks at the ground as he slows his pace. He notices the reflection of neon lights on the ground in front of him and glances up to a convenience store sign. He hesitantly walks in. The clerk greets him kindly. "Hello, Sir. Can I help you with anything today?"

The android shakes its head no and continues through the store, noticing cameras on the ceiling. He glances back at the clerk. His eyes follow the android cautiously. The voice returns. There is an 87% chance that clerk keeps a gun under the counter.

So? I'm just looking around.

Keep telling yourself that. An android doesn't need any of this junk. What you do need, is that gun. In case things get hairy.

The android's eyes dart around the room. What are you suggesting?

Only what is necessary.

The android hesitates before turning to go back to the desk. The clerk looks up at him. "Do you need help finding something?"

The android simply stares at him.

The clerk stands up. "Sir, if you aren't going to buy anything, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The android follows the clerk's arm with his eyes. He is reaching for something under the counter. The android tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes.

"Get out of my store."

The android continues to stand there.

The clerk pulls the gun on the android. "I said get out!"

Kill him. The voice said

The android vaults over the desk and knocks the gun out of the clerk's hand, but not before being shot in the shoulder. Kill him. He puts the clerk in a hammerlock and wraps his arm around his throat. Kill him! The clerk gasps for air and claws at the android's arm with his free hand. Eventually, the clerk goes limp and the android lays his body on the floor.

The android looks at the cameras. He picks up the gun from the floor, puts it in the back of his jeans, and begins to roll the desk chair to the nearest camera. He stands on the chair and hacks the camera to wipe any footage that it caught, he then breaks it to stop it from filming anymore. He does the same with the other two.

He goes down one of the isles where he finds bandages. He removes his hoodie and begins meticulously wrapping it around his shoulder to prevent his thirium from leaking out of the gunshot wound. After he has finished patching the hole, he puts his hoodie back on, throws the hood up, and leaves the store.

Connor's POV

I sat quietly on the couch as Hank yelled at the basketball game on the TV. He finished his beer. "Hey, Connor? You mind bringing me another? This is gettin' good." He said leaning closer to the TV.

"Sure, Lieutenant." I got up and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed one of Hank's generic beers from the fridge, opened it, and brought it back to him.

He took the beer from my hand. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." I glanced over and saw Sumo looking up at me from the floor across the room. I gave a small smile and went over to him. I kneeled down and pat his head while his tail wagged happily. He licked my hand.

"That dog sure does like you," Hank said before taking a swig of his beer.

I smiled. "I like him, too." Suddenly, I got another case report. "There's been another one, Lieutenant."

"Great. What is it this time?" He set his beer on the coffee table.

"A clerk was killed at a convenience store about an hour ago. A customer found his body behind the counter."

Hank stood as he took another swing of his beer and set it back on the table. "Alright. Let me get dressed, and we'll head over."

~Time skip~

We arrived at the scene and went into the store. I looked around, the victim lie behind the counter, a chair sat under one of the security cameras, an empty package of bandages on the floor of one of the isles, and traces of Thirium on the floor and the counter.

I first went to check the body. He had bruises on his throat and a splotch of thirium on the side of his neck. I touched the spot and sampled it: model PJ500 #746 523 972. I looked up at Hank across the counter. "Do we know Rhys's serial number?"

He crossed his arms. "I don't think so. Maybe (y/n) knows. You could try her."

"I'll contact her." My LED turned yellow as I called (y/n)'s number.

It rang a few times before she picked it up. She answered sleepily. "Hello?"

"Hello, (y/n)."

"Who is this?"

"This is Connor."

"Oh. Hey, Connor. What do you need so late at night?"

"Do you happen to know Rhys's serial number?"

She took a second to respond. "He told me it when we first started working together, but I don't remember it off of the top of my head. Why?"

I took another look at the victim. "We are dealing with another case, and there are traces of blue blood that came from a PJ500. Would you like me to read the serial number?"

"Sure. Maybe it will sound familiar."

"#746 523 972."

She had woken up more now. "Yeah! I think that was it!"

"Great. Thank you."

"No problem. That all?"

"Yes. Have a good night."

"Alright. See yah."

I hung up. "This is his blood."

"Time to find out what happened here." Hank went over to the chair and began inspecting the camera.

As I brought my gaze back to the victim, I caught a glimpse of something under the counter. It was an open box of bullets. It looked to have been opened in a hurry. The gun was missing. I reconstructed the scene.

I stood up and walked to the opened bandage package. There was thirium on the floor next to it.

"Connor, the camera's were hacked. They didn't catch anything." Hank said from the counter, where another officer was looking through the computer.

"I think I know what happened."

Hank came around the counter and walked over to me. "What?"

"The deviant approached the victim, intimidating him. The victim pulled a gun on the deviant and fired it as he went to attack. The deviant knocked the gun out of the victim's hand and strangled him. He patched the wound with the bandages to stop the bleeding and hacked the cameras to erase the evidence. He took the gun and left the store."

"So do you think it was Rhys then?"

"Yes. I do. The blue blood matches his model and serial number."

Hank crossed his arms. "Guess the fucker didn't have it out for just one person."

I looked at the ground. "There must be something else to him. Perhaps we should meet with (y/n) again."