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

Thursday, November 12th, 7:02 am

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"You are a very interesting specimen, RK900." Kamski stopped again, and this time he turned on his heel. That grin was still plastered on his face, his eyes bright in comparison to the graying tones around him. "Your old firewall- Amanda, I believe you referred to it as, was difficult to bypass. It managed to interfere with my programming, and scrambled around some of the coding. I'm not certain what exactly it did, but it seemed to make the progression of the virus jump rather than slide. Like a sluggish computer, the update on the virus' installation would cut forwards, almost 30% each time. It wasn't as efficient as it could have been, but it all worked out in the end, didn't it?" 

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"What will happen to Amanda?" Nines' small voice almost even startled him. It had been so quiet, the rain the only sound other than the occasional rumble of distant thunder, until he spoke, slicing right through it. The two had continued to stroll through the garden, Kamski's posture relaxed, carefree, while Nines shrunk into himself with every step. "Will she be erased as well? Is she already gone?" Kamski pondered the question for a brief moment.

"Yes, preferably. 'Amanda' has no use here anymore. I don't need any firewall code protecting me, so it'll be deleted and that'll be that." Nines felt that numbness dull away. In it's place was grief, which wasn't much better, but it was something, at least. The rain seemed to grow heavier all at once, and the plants all around him were whipping violently in the wind. 

"But you have a choice to spare her? Where is she now? Can I speak to her?" he hurried forwards a little quicker, matching Kamski step for step, "Just to say goodbye?" Kamski sucks in a slow breath, and then lets it out in an irritated huff. He opens his mouth to speak, and for the quickest second Nines feels hope and the rain seems to pause all at once before spurring into motion once more, ten times worse, as a distant scream splits the air. Nines thinks it might be Amanda, considering the conversation, that maybe Kamski was hurting her in some way, but that isn't what Amanda sounds like and Kamski seems surprised by it too. 

"No, no no no! Stop! Don't hurt him, don't hurt him! Stop! " Nines' LED goes blaring red, that burning scarlet color, and he glances over at Kamski. The virus didn't shift his gaze at all as it settled on the far horizon, his lips slowly twitching up into a faint smile, wicked and cold as always. 

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"You sure this is the way Tin Can?" Gavin followed right behind Jerry, Conan at his side, a silent presence of threat and determination. Jerry nodded eagerly, his smile still plastered to his face. 

"We know the way, yes. We saw those three deviants take (Y/N) this way." The drive back from Elijah's had been rather uneventful. Conan had patched up Gavin's wounds as best as possible for the time being, and forced the human to eat the few healthy snacks Elijah had forced them to take. Though Gavin felt sick at the mere thought of food, he has to admit that the nutrition blocks, though bland and unappetizing, had given him back some strength that he had been needing. He had also managed a short 40 minutes of sleep, and felt better than he had in days.  They had returned to Pirate's Cove to find it deserted, until Jerry began spewing some fast-paced incoherent trash that Gavin couldn't decipher. The android spoke so fast that Conan was the only one who could make out the words, and it seems one of the other Jerry-bots that had managed to evade destruction took upon himself the task of following you and your captors. "(Y/N)'s captors have stopped now. We say she is hurt, but alive, trapped. We have to hurry." 

"That's the plan," Alongside the much-needed energy, Gavin had regrown his spunk and pissy attitude to some degree, just in time to absolutely hate every little thing about Conan. It's entire aura pissed him off to the max, and reminded him a painful amount of that old Nines with the stick up his ass. "Keep sharp, Ter- Err, Conan." On numerous occasions that nickname had almost tumbled out, but Gavin wouldn't let it. That was the fondest name he had for Nines. It wasn't as derogatory or rude as Tin Can or Plastic Prick, and could actually, just maybe be taken as a compliment.