[COMPLETED] Corrupted (Connor X Reader)

Aloud

"I'll let Elijah know you're here. Please make yourselves comfortable," Chloe said, glancing between Connor and you, before turning on her heel and slipping through the door on the right.

Hank immediately dropped heavily into one of the red armchairs with a loud sigh. "This is going to be a waste of our fuckin' time. He's just going to jerk us around again."

It wasn't the first time you'd heard something like this. Hank had been very vocal about his concern since Connor first suggested they re-visit Elijah Kamski. They hadn't revealed the full details of their last visit, but from what you gathered, it didn't go too well — Hank rambled something about a Kamski test, a Chloe at gunpoint, and a 'pretentious asshole' that you guessed was Mr. Kamski himself.

"He was still helpful, Hank," Connor said, as his brown eyes flickered over the large portrait of the man in question, "Perhaps not in the way we wanted at the time, but it's thanks to him that I was able to escape Amanda's control at all."

Speaking of Amanda...

Their conversation faded into the background as you saw a smaller picture on the right wall, unremarkable, and far less shiny and prominent than everything else decorating the atrium. But it was her — not the AI draped in elegant folds and geometric jewelry, but a human woman in a light green sweater, smiling into the camera next to a younger Elijah Kamski. You resisted the urge to reach out and run your fingers over the picture, clenching your hands into fists as you stared at the original Amanda's face.

He knew her. He made her. Mr. Kamski had to know something that would help — something that could help you figure out how to stop whatever she was doing with these androids. You barely registered the pain from your nails biting into the palm of your hands as you gritted your teeth, eyes still trained on Amanda's slight smile. Maybe if you hadn't gotten caught freeing the AX400 so early — if you hadn't been fired so soon — you could have learned more about her and known how to stop this.

Maybe you wouldn't feel so useless.

"Elijah will see you now," came a voice from your left.

You flinched, glancing over to see that Chloe had returned while you'd been enraptured by the picture of mentor and student. Hank walked past you, into the next room, and while you stood rooted, frozen, staring after him, Connor came up to your side and gently rested his hand on the small of your back.

"Are you alright?" He said quietly, with concern knitting his brow.

"Fine," You replied curtly, too quickly.

Connor had already spent enough time comforting you, making you feel like none of this was your fault, that you didn't know what CyberLife was doing, although he was the one who had Amanda in his head, manipulating him and trying to steal back his freedom. He'd comforted you with careful words, soft caresses, yet you still couldn't shake the feelings twisting in your core. Even when you forced your lips into a slight smile, Connor didn't look convinced, but he followed you into the next room without another word.

And what the fuck was this room? You blinked in surprise at the large pool filled with blood-red water, at the two ST200s in bikinis lounging on the side, staring up at you as you entered the room. Their LEDs flickered yellow, matching as they exchanged a private conversation.

"Lieutenant Anderson and Connor," drawled a voice from across the room.

Elijah Kamski stood on the opposite side of the room, hands clasped together in front of him, his black robe a stark contrast against the immaculate white snow just outside the full floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. Compared to the ample space, his figure was small, but somehow his presence filled the room, commanding every ounce of your attention. His eyes flicked to you, prompting your blood to run cold for some reason.