I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Thursday, November 12th, 4:00 am

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"No! No, (Y/N), Gavin- No!" Nines could sense what he was doing. His body was moving on its own, he could feel it, and he could see it in the smile on Kamski's face. That grin was wicked, ruthless, evil, it chilled Nines down to his very thirium pump. He wasn't in control of his body anymore, no matter how hard he fought to stop it. He had been cut off from the real world entirely, forced to watch as a beast hurts you and Gavin using his shell as a guise. "Stop, why- why can't I stop?" Nines was on his knees, shaking, crying synthetic tears. The pain was still there, weaker now, a dull throbbing in all of his body, there just enough to remind him that he was not in control, that he was hurting you and Gavin, that he was a monster. 

"You see, RK900," Nines flinched at the name, his model number, not Nines like you and Gavin called him, "You're slowly losing control. As you slip out of existence, I take the place of your previous AI." 

"Who are you? You're not Kamski! Kamski would never- He would never let this happen!" Nines moved to stand, but Kamski placed his hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. He was still smiling, his ice blue eyes piercing into Nines'. 

"I'm an AI, just like Amanda, though... I'm more of a virus rather than a program." with a gentle pat to Nines' shoulder, his hand leaves it, folding in front of him just like the real Elijah had done. "These TG deviants planted me inside of your mind through the aid of that WR600 android back in.... oh, was it a woman named Amelia?" The... the android that Nines had shot. He had interfaced, and, and the fear that he'd felt, the oddness of it all, it had been this virus crawling into his systems, festering in the back of his mind until the right moment. "Yes, you were quite foolish to try and probe its memory." 

"But... but my software, it deflects viruses, you shouldn't have been able to get past Amanda!" Nines finally struggled to his feet, the pain intensifying as he does so. "You..." he trailed off as a fresh flood of tears poured down his face. "How long am I going to be stuck here?" Nines stared down at his hands, the glitch reaching halfway down the tips of his fingers. Kamski let out a low, villainous chuckle. 

"Indefinitely." 

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"Oh my god... Oh my god (Y/N)," Gavin was in despair. He saw you, blood gushing from your temple, and he saw Nines, his face- it's face blank, eye cold, gun in hand, struggling not to shoot him directly in the heart. "I'll come back, (N/N)!" Gavin stumbled a step backwards, left no other choice. "I swear to fucking god, I'll save you! I'll save you, I promise you that!" and, your consciousness ran away from you just as Gavin did the same.

The guilt that Gavin felt was stronger than anything else he's ever known. It tore through his stomach and chest, pushed tears from his eyes, and the only reason he was still running was because of the suffocating adrenaline. He had seen the three other deviants, your captors, hidden in the darkness. The coldness of their gazes was even worse than that of the android Gavin had once considered a friend, and the blue-green eyes of the one known as Wyatt sent a shudder down his spine. He didn't want to leave you, fuck, he didn't, but he knew that he had only been provided with two choices- die with you, or run, and maybe, just maybe save you too. His lungs burned and he was hardly halfway to the gate, but he ignored the pain, so scared that the deviants were after him. He couldn't let himself get caught too, he was your only hope. Only when he was panting, his vision spotty with lack of air, did he allow himself to slow. The sudden stop almost pulled his feet from under him, and he doubled over onto his knees, coughs ripping from his chest alongside the tears.

Breath was hard to come by. The fear and the adrenaline, the running, the crying- it was all too much, but he couldn't let it stop him from saving you before it was too late. He forced himself to his feet and set off at a much steadier pace, going as fast as his body would allow. The gates, he could see them now, as well as the faintest lightening on the horizon. It would be warming soon. He didn't know where to go but he knew Nines had said there was a gas station nearby. That seemed to be the best bet for help, maybe he could get in touch with the police, or Hank. Tunnel vision engulfed him, and all he saw was the gate, getting closer and closer and closer. He was mere feet from crossing the threshold when something exploded into his path, ripping a breathless scream from his throat and sending him pedaling backwards and to the ground. He sends a silent prayer that he'd been running so fast, because if he didn't his scream would have been heard, and for what? The figure who had jumped out in front of his was a Jerry, thirium dripping from his nose.