Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

0111 (7)

"Open up! Detroit Police!" You flinched slightly at Connor's aggressive change of tone, but so did whoever lived in that apartment. You heard the sound of something falling, followed by a few loud crashes. Hank drew his gun and ordered the both of you to stand behind him.

With one hard kick, the old wooden door came crashing down. Hank kicked open another door as both you and Connor entered, and you all stopped before the last door at the end of the hallway. Connor made sure to briefly check all of the other rooms before continuing. This place was already a lot weirder than other places you've investigated. Strange maze-like markings covered most of the walls, and furniture was strewn about in odd places and at odd angles. The wallpaper almost seemed dead, and the floor donned many cracks and openings. It was obvious that this place was old and abandoned. Well, almost abandoned.

"Whoever lives here must not care much about how well their house looks," You wondered.

Hank looked at the both of you before finally kicking open the last door, and following the kick came the flapping of numerous wings. "What the actual hell?" You thought before stepping into the room.

"What the fuck is this?!" Hank exclaimed angrily, using his arms to shield his face. You nearly laughed at Hank's reaction, but were stopped by an awful smell. It was almost as bad as the smell of the blonde-haired android's house from the other day. Almost. You covered up your own nose in disgust, your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "Jesus, this place stinks..." Hank said, and you couldn't agree with him more. You wouldn't dare say anything though, because talking requires breathing, and breathing would require you to inhale. You were better off just breathing into your shirt sleeve and saying nothing.

By the looks of it, the actual interior of the apartment looked worse than the hallway. There were more strange symbols, and there were pigeons covering nearly every square inch of ground. No matter which direction you walked, there were always sounds of wings flapping away from you. Bird feces covered almost every surface, and there were numerous feathers dotted around the place. You almost wondered if this were some sort of bird hatchery or something.

"Uh, looks like we came for nothin'. Our man's gone," Hank claimed from the other room, but you refused to believe him.

"No real and sane person could live with this many pigeons," You said, making sure not to breathe through your nose. You looked around the apartment for Connor, and saw him examining a small card. He seemed so unfazed by all of this-- all of the birds, the feces, the feathers, the dust, the smell...

"The driver's license is fake," Connor reported as he made his way towards another piece of evidence.

"Cool! At least we didn't come for nothin'," Hank said from the other room.

You made your way over to a dusty old jacket and looked at it while Connor examined a poster on the wall. "R.T..." You wondered, reading over the letters you saw on the jacket. You didn't know anyone with those initials.

As you took a step away from the jacket, you heard the sound of paper rippling through the air and a window opening. You felt a draft coming in through the window Hank just opened, and you sighed in relief. Connor had a small, brown book in his hands, and he was flipping through several pages at once.

"Did you find something, Connor?" You ask as Connor places the book into his back pocket.

"I don't know. It looks like a notebook but it's... indecipherable."

"Hm..." You mumble, walking towards the open window. It finally gave you the opportunity to stick your head outside and breathe in some real air for a moment before having to return to the musky, feces covered apartment.

After a minute of breathing in some fresh air, you turn back into the house to find Connor and Hank examining the wall of the room adjacent to the main one. Connor studied it intensely. You walked towards them and examined the wall yourself. The phrase "RA9" was written on the wall many, many times. Too many for you to count.

"Any idea what it means?" Hank asked.

"RA9..." Connor muttered, "Written 2,471 times." It's almost like he read your mind. You knows? Maybe he could. "Why are deviants obsessed with this sign?"

"Looks like... mazes or something," Hank added, tilting his head to further examine the wall.

You were looking around the rest of the small room at this point, however. Your gaze led you to the sink. On the edge of the sink was a bit of blue blood and an LED, the same one that all androids have attached to their temple.

"It's LED is in the sink, and there's some blue blood here," You tell Connor, who happens to be crouching near a stool by the wall. He gets up and turns to the sink. He sticks two of his fingers into the bowl, pulls them out, and raises his hand to his mouth. You shouldn't be shocked, but you are. You nearly gag at the sight. After he finishes examining the evidence at the sink, he turns to you.

"I think I know where the deviant went," He said.

You follow him back out into the living room where Connor stops to study a bird cage lying near the bathroom door. He glances around the room before his eyes stop on a fixture on the ceiling. It was an attic.

"The suspect is still here," He nearly whispers to you, and the both of you start walking towards the attic entrance. Every footstep is dreadful to you. You didn't want this to end in a chase, but since the deviant is still here, you know it's bound to happen. Your suspicions are confirmed as you hear a loud THUD, followed by being pushed out of the way and stumbling onto the disgusting, hard floor.