So, I’m DBH trash now, bless. I’ve never felt more alive.
I’ve altered the investigation scene a bit in this oneshot to make everything more dramatic, if that’s chill w/ you guys.
Btw this entire thing is really crappy cuz I wrote most of it at 2 in the morning mkay.
This has also been posted to my Wattpad, just so you guys know I’m not plagiarizing. My user is in my bio. Enjoy!
Warnings: strong language & spoilers ahead
This has happened too many damn times, Y/N thought angrily, slamming her car door shut once she had parked in front of the bar she knew her father was in. When it came to hideaways, Lieutenant Anderson wasn’t picky and was in fact quite predictable, making it easy for his 20-year old kid to sniff him out real fast. Not to mention booze was like water for her father: a necessity.
Y/N Anderson jogged up the steps and opened the front bar door, a sign plastered on it restricting Androids from coming in. She internally sighed, saddened by the limits these robotic beings had in Detroit. She wasn’t like Hank; she cared about Androids, believing they too had the same capabilities as humans and are able to think and perceive things themselves. They were more intelligent than people would ever know.
Y/N let the door shut behind her as she scanned the area, taking in the multiple faces of different 30-year old men taking swigs from their bottles and glasses. She squinted until her eyes rested on her gray, shaggy-haired father, whose head was bent over the bar counter with a drink in his hand. She was about to approach him when she noticed a young man speaking with him, rather insistently. His voice sounded robotic, and after seeing his Android jacket she realized something was going on.
“Hey, Dad?” Y/N finally confronted the men, evidently staring at the RK800 model- damn, when did they start making these things so attractive? The Android’s gaze went directly to her, clearly scanning her face for recognition and making sure she really was Hank’s daughter.
“Y/N…” Hank rubbed his eyes, taking another shot of his whiskey. “The hell are you doing here? Howdja know where to find me?”
“Oh, just a hunch, I guess,” the girl crossed her arms, diverting her eyes from the Android and staring squarely at her father. “Not like you’ve come here every other night to get wasted. God Dad, what would Cole think if he saw you like this?”
She hit a mark, causing Hank to slam his glass down and scowl at her. “Maybe he won’t ever fucking know, Y/N Y/M/N. You think I’d like both my damn kids breathing down my neck about my ‘problem’?!”
The lieutenant had completely forgotten about the third party who was intriguingly listening in on the sudden outburst. Y/N hadn’t forgotten, glancing back at him before looking back to her father. She knew she had touched a nerve, immediately feeling the guilt creep up on her.
The young woman reached over and grabbed the Android’s arm and pulled him alongside her. “I’m going to speak with this guy while you try and sober up. Please.”
Hank’s eyes softened a bit, hearing the desperation in his oldest child’s voice. He really wanted to fix his addiction, but there was only so much that could be done in order to help him. God knows everyone in his life has tried. He grumbled before asking the bartender for another round.
Y/N quickly shuffled her and the RK800 out into the nighttime air, finally letting go of his arm and turning towards him.
“I’m…really sorry about him,” she started, seeing how his face hadn’t changed since the argument began. “It’s useless to get anything through to him when he’s like that. I’m just going to save you some time and ask why you’re here to see Dad. What’s your name?”
He blinked before adjusting his tie and answering, “My name is Connor. I’m a new detective model sent by CyberLife in order to aid Lieutenant Anderson in his next case. It involves a homicide between another Android, who’s gone deviant, and it’s owner. I was attempting to coax the lieutenant out of the bar when you came in. Although, I don’t mind what you are trying to do; he did seem a bit on edge when he saw me enter the bar.”
Y/N smiled sadly. “Yeah, Dad’s never really been fond of Androids, especially once they began taking the place of peoples’ jobs. He’s very willing to vote for Android-extinction if he had the chance. Not to worry you, or anything.”
You’re an actual idiot, now he’s gonna freak, she scolded herself, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. Rambling in front of someone attractive, as per usual.
Connor didn’t seem to grasp the worrying message behind her words and simply smiled slightly. He placed his hand out, waiting for Y/N to shake it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Anderson.”
She happily took his synthetic hand in her own, surprised to feel how warm it was. “The pleasure is all mine, Connor, and please call me Y/N.”
The trip to the crime scene was a silent and tense one, after finally convincing the lieutenant to come check it out and with Hank still resonating with the words his daughter threw at him. Y/N sat in the back seat while Connor sacrificed himself to deal with the deafening sound of her father’s metal music in the front. She could feel her ears bleeding the moment Hank had turned it up.
To her fortune, Hank finally pulled up to the front of the house, turning to look at Connor.
“You. Stay in the car,” he grumbled, Connor looking at him attentively.
“Lieutenant, I have specific orders to accompany you in the investigation-”
“When I say stay in the car, I mean stay in the fucking car.”
Y/N frowned in his direction, her father clearly ignoring it as he hopped out of the vehicle. Connor shook his head, turning to look straight ahead.
“Come on, Connor,” Y/N piped up, opening her car door. “We’re going in there. You have orders.”
The Android nodded his head and got out with her, understanding that his protocol was more important than what some drunk detective had to say.
They both approached the house, a police officer stopping them.
"They’re with me!” Hank yelled, shaking his head. His daughter smiled at him, all while flipping him the bird and leading Connor inside.
The home was a wreck, and after weeks of no one reporting the homicide in, it reeked of the dead carcass slouched against a living room wall. Y/N watched as her dad and Connor get right to looking around.
She chose to follow the RK800, watching as he stared in certain areas for moments at a time and sampled evidence with his tongue. Y/N found it really intriguing.
This new model is truly a game-changer, she thought, accidentally making eye contact with him. She felt her face fluster as he made his way over to her.
“I think I’m beginning to piece together what happened,” Connor said factually. Y/N nodded and gestured to her father.
“Guess you should fill Dad in, and please forgive his…well, attitude towards you.”
Connor tilted his head, giving her slight smile. “Don’t worry, Y/N, anything Hank says really won’t affect me.”
He left for Hank, leaving Y/N with a sad look on her face. He’s just a machine, she tried to convince herself, but it only made the lie more evident. Not one being should have a state of mind such as that.
She was brought out of her thoughts at the sound of something overhead. Y/N looked up to see a dingy ceiling, but listened more intently. It was the sound of footsteps she heard, and they continued to pitter-patter above until they stopped just next to where she stood.
“The deviant,” she whispered, looking to where her dad and Connor were. She thought to tell them, but suddenly realized she could show her father how she was able to handle herself at a crime scene. She’d be able to catch it.
Sneaking away, Y/N found the door leading to the attic in a hallway, looking around for anything to climb up with. She decided to go for the chair in the living room, grabbing it as nonchalantly as she could. Her dad was in the kitchen, buying her time.
Quickly, Y/N hopped up on the seat and shoved the attic door open, climbing up and through the hole. The attic was even dingier than the main house, with little light shining from the large moon outside. It was enough to make out the outline of sheet-covered objects and the dust particles floating around. Y/N became slightly on edge, making her way slowly towards the source of the footsteps she heard.
She threw some covers off of the different possessions, sadly not uncovering anything of significance but still pressing forward. Suddenly, Y/N felt like she was being watched right from in front of her. Cautiously, she reached out to the cloth covering something of suspicious shape.
An Android jumped out from behind the cover, startling Y/N so bad she had to step back a bit. She rested her hand on her back pocket, which held her pocket knife, a gift from Hank himself. For self-defense, of course.
“P-Please…” the deviant spoke softly, staring at Y/N with the most emotional eyes she’d ever seen a robot possess. His tan skin was covered in streaks of blood, evidently from the stabbing of his owner, Carlos Ortiz, and tear stains ran clear down his face. He was…trembling. “Don’t let them find me. I can’t be disassembled. I won’t let them do that to me. Please!”
Y/N stood in shock, not believing what was going on. How could he feel such raw emotion, almost like a human? She believed Androids should be treated as humans, but not always act like one. She tightened her grip on the knife. He seemed very unstable.
“Why did you do it?” she asked, taking a step forward. He watched her movements, straying from her face to see where her hand was located.
His head jerked up and his faced was indecipherable. Y/N’s fear increased.
“I…I didn’t have a ch-choice,” he finally said, suddenly frowning. “Just like you won’t have one in order to take me out!”
He lunged towards the woman, reaching directly for her forearm. Y/N pulled and flicked the knife out, skipping backwards while slashing his arm sleeve. A fountain of blue blood began spurting out from the gash, causing the deviant to pause from the sudden loss. Just as he was about to run at her again, Y/N’s waist was grabbed by a third presence. She was shoved behind the body, stumbling and dropping her knife from the jerky movement. Her eyes adjusted again in the darkness, realizing Connor was standing in a defensive position in front of her, taking the impact from the deviant’s second lunge.
“Connor…” Y/N said softly, watching as he grabbed the deviant by the collar and pull him to his feet. They heard Hank call for Connor from downstairs.
“It’s up here, Lieutenant!” he called back, Hank producing a swear word before rushing to grab the other officers there.
Connor handed the Android over to the men once they showed up, finally meeting Y/N’s (Y/E/C) eyes, which were still in awe of what had occurred. He bent down and picked up her pocket knife, handing it to her slowly.
“That was…very brave what you did, Y/N,” he glanced between her and the weapon. “Yet, you should be more careful; I’m not always going to be here to rescue you.”
Y/N, once again, blushed. He was really good at doing that, ugh. As she accepted the knife, she paused once she touched the skin of Connor’s fingers. The both of them stared at each other, not saying anything yet Y/N felt a million different things.
Does he feel anything? she wondered, secretly wishing he did.
“Y/N,” Connor whispered, stepping closer and still holding onto her knife. The (Y/H/C)-haired girl could feel the goosebumps along her skin, wondering if anything like this could ever work.
“We, uh, should probably get back to the lieutenant,” he finally said, adverting his gaze from hers. “He was beginning to worry about your whereabouts.”
Y/N’s thought process froze, looking down at the knife again and taking it from Connor’s grasp. She noticed how he stuttered, realizing she’s never heard any Android do such a thing. They were always so precise and perfect, how could the latest model be any less than that?
“Um, yeah, of course.” She followed him down the ladder the officers had brought over, heading out the front and towards her father.
“Y/N!” Hank said, rushing to her and embracing her form. Y/N reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his large torso. It was just like the hugs he’s always give her as a kid; so full of love.
“I swear, kid, I’m never bringing you on another case again,” he scolded playfully, kissing the crown of her head. “You could’ve been hurt badly by that damn thing.”
Y/N stepped back and smiled at him. “Well, I had help from another 'damn thing’.” She directed her smile towards Connor, who had just finished helping the police seat the deviant in one of their cars. He did his slight smile again, nodding before heading to Hank’s car.
“He really saved me, Dad,” Y/N looked at her father again, seeing his face soften as he watched Connor seat himself on the passenger side. Hank smiled back at his daughter, ruffling her hair before being notioned over by another officer.
Y/N decided to head back to their car and wait with Connor, all while reliving their shared moment in the attic. It wasn’t like she was with the same robotic being anymore; she was connecting and feeling something no other human had ever made her feel. It was so strange, especially how little the two knew each other.
Her smile widened as she rounded Connor’s side, looking at him again. He returned the look, his blue sensor on the side of his head circling and circling until it turned yellow. Did that mean he was thinking?
Whatever she had felt, it truly was something, but not enough for Y/N to really prove anything. The way Connor looked at her was almost as emotional as the deviant’s look, making the young woman question if the detective Android would ever willingly protect her again; with or without following his protocol.
Little did she know that Connor’s brilliant mind was thinking the exact same thing.
This is the fourth time I’ve bought Resi 4 now. I already had it on PS3 and needless to say was pissed that digital download didn’t carry over when I upgraded to PS4 (along with downloads of RE 2 and 3). Thank goodness for Black Friday deals on the PS Store.