[COMPLETED] Corrupted (Connor X Reader)

Damage

Hank raised an eyebrow at him when he didn't speak up.

"Yeah, okay, I'm done here, anyway." Gavin brushed some imaginary dirt off his hands, then shouldered past them, his partner trailing a few steps behind.

Hank nudged Connor as soon as Gavin was out of the room. "Take a look around. Let me know if you find anything."

Connor only nodded before kneeling beside the shutdown android, a WR400, or Traci, model. The white and greyish-blue plastic plating was flecked with congealing red blood, and her optical units were staring blankly into the ceiling of the old house.

Resisting the urge to probe the android, Connor's eyes followed the splatters on the WR400's exposed face to the arcs and puddles of blood between the two bodies — it was only red, only human blood. After a quick glance to check if Hank was looking, Connor dipped two fingers into the largest puddle and brought the sample to his tongue. Hannah Chang, age: 28.

An analysis of the human victim's face confirmed that all the blood across the floorboards, the knife, and the android belonged to her, to Hannah, and was only a couple hours old. Someone must have called the murder in — this happened too recently for anyone who knew her to be concerned she was missing. He pulled up the case information and reviewed the statement. First responders arrived after the victim's neighbor called to report what sounded like screaming.

"Did anyone get a more detailed statement from the neighbor?" Connor asked, glancing at Hank over his shoulder.

Hank shrugged. "Neighbor's the one who reported the noise, right? I think that's him over there with Chris." He pointed at a young man wearing a beanie, talking to Officer Miller at the edge of the holographic police tape.

Connor only nodded. Chris could be trusted to take a reasonable statement. One of the victims made a significant amount of noise, He noted, Probably the human victim, as previous androids infected with the virus were not reported by anyone who heard anything.

Connor let the reconstruction come to life in his mind palace.

The WR400 leaned over the kitchen counter, cutting vegetables — some green cabbage to add to the iceberg lettuce in the salad bowl. Hannah's arms wrapped around her waist, chin over the android's shoulder, cheeks pressed together.

Then the WR400 stopped chopping.

Hannah's arms withdrew as she took a step back, pulling the WR400's face to hers before she started shaking the android's shoulders and caressing her cheeks — Worried, Connor noted, just as the reconstructed figure of the WR400 broke out of Hannah's embrace and picked up the kitchen knife. The blade plunged into the victim again and again and again, as the victim stumbled backward, collapsing onto the floor, the same spot she laid when Connor broke his reconstruction.

Hannah fell, then bled out quickly, He noted, gazing down at Hannah's body, her silky black hair spread out into a halo of blood.

But when did the WR400 collapse?

Connor glanced back over to the unresponsive android. As the blood surrounding Hannah's body was undisturbed, the android must not have touched her once she fell. That seemed too strange. He was missing something.

"Hank?" Connor called, waving him back over to the android's body.

"You found something?"

Connor shook his head, "Not anything more than the obvious. It appears the WR400 stabbed the victim to death, but I need your help with something."