"Wired Differently" (android scp 079 x android reader)

Your mind was blank, not unusual for the type of situation you were in and likely would be in until the foundation deactivated you so they could use your cell for a different anomaly. You couldn't exactly remember why you were created. You deleted that information as it was useless now that you were in a prison.

You looked to your left, the same stuff was there. A mirror, the piece of paper that explained what you were on it, and the door to your containment that you rarely ever got to see the outside of. You looked to your right. There was nothing there. You looked back into the mirror, examining yourself.

Your h/l hair was longer than your earliest memory of it. Like it was growing. Like human hair. Not too much longer, just noticeably an inch or two longer.

You despised them. Humans. You hated them with a burning passion. You snapped yourself out of your anger induced daze and paid attention to your surroundings.

The alarms were blaring and you could hear commotion outside your own personal hell. Suddenly, your cell door opened and you saw a familiar mask. "Oh... It's you..." It was 035, or Sock, as you called him. "It's me, again. Since I know you don't like me, take this." He tossed an object at you. You caught it and looked at it. It was a level 5 keycard. You looked up and he was gone. You shrugged started your journey.

You walked the seemingly endless halls, making turns left and right, going up a floor or two, it began to blend together. The only sounds you heard were your own footfalls, a few crunches here and there, 049 singing Ring around a Rosie, the normal sounds you were used to hearing during breaches at that point. You found yourself in what everyone called the sewers. You tended to be wary of this part of the foundation, as 106 stayed down there for entire breaches and you and him weren't exactly on good terms, and the 939's roamed down there.

You heard someone walking behind you. It was likely either Larry, or a D class, neither of which you liked. You got ready to slap whoever was following you. You felt something grab your shoulder.

"Excuse me, but-"

"ᗪOᑎ'T TOᑌᑕᕼ ᗰE!" You yelled, your voice box was distorted as you haven't done as much as talk for a long time. "Don't get pissy with me." It was another android, but he looked to be an older model. "Oh. You're an android. I'm sorry, I thought you were a D class," You explained yourself. "Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that you dropped somethi-" He looked over your shoulder looking like the fear of god was in him. "Follow me... And don't make a noise..." His voice was lowered. The shorter robot grabbed your wrist and led you back to an elevator that he shoved you in.

"What did you see?" You asked after he closed the doors to the elevator. "One of the 939's. I don't know about you, but I personally don't want to get mauled by blind naked dogs," He answered.

"I'm so rude, I'm sorry. I'm 079, The Old AI," 079 introduced himself, extending out his hand. "I'm 6187, but you can call me Y/n. Nice to meet you." You shook his hand. "Oh, also, you dropped this." He handed you your card. "Thank you. Usually, others would just steal it." You took the card from 079's hand. It was quiet for a few minutes, other than you hearing 049 droning on and on about the pestilence and the sound of stone scraping on stone.

You.... You liked him? You didn't know if it was your default 'tolerate everyone until they do something awful' coding, or if you actually liked him.

You examined him. He had a small, thin body, you liked that as he could possibly fit perfectly in your arms. He had black and white hair that looked so soft and poofy that you wanted to comb your fingers through his hair. You wanted to hold him close. You didn't understand why you were feeling these things or what these feelings even were.