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

Tuesday, November 12th, 7:49 am

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You had almost broken through to him.

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Arizona was hunting them. She slipped right out of the camp, gun drawn, missing both Gavin and Conan entirely on her way past. Conan watched with it's steely gaze, tracing her movements as she hurries away in search of them and maybe Maria. 

"Stay low, and remain behind me." Gavin follows right behind just as he was told, gun out and ready just like the deviant who had slipped past. Conan leads the way into the very beginning of the recall center, as Gavin discovered by the few android limps scattered haphazardly about. They stuck to the shadows, grateful that the sun was holding out just long enough to provide them, as they neared the center of the camp where the main disassembly machine would be held. "I am detecting heat signatures- three android, one human." Gavin nods his head in a silent approval. The two continue on, bounding from one swath of darkness to the next in surprising silence and with surprising grace. 

"You sure you can take on three androids? I'm sure one of 'em is my Terminator, and the other one's gotta be that TG200 from before." Gavin reached out to catch Conan's arm just before it could move to the next hiding place. The two were getting closer and closer to the center of the camp, so close now that Gavin could make out the sound of shoes crunching snow. "I don't... I don't want you gettin' yourself killed, or deactivated or whatever the fuck it is for a machine." Canon tilts it's head.

"I will do whatever I must to complete my mission. I am certain that I can counter the attacks of the three androids with ease, though I may not be able to return the aggression without risking my own personal well being." Conan blinks slowly, it's LED the same steady blue that it always is. "I will be nothing more than a distraction while you rescue your companions." Gavin grits his teeth, taking in a breath and letting it huff out again. 

"Okay, okay. I trust you, Tin Can. Let's do this shit."

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"Arizona's gonna get herself butchered, and for what?" Wyatt was still pacing back and forth, back and forth, his LED a bright yellow. "For some stupid humans? We could have just moved, we didn't have to waste all of our time-" Wyatt stopped in his tracks and his gaze turned to you. You try to hold your own, pushing down the fear that twinges inside of you and steeling your gaze to glare right back at him. Maybe you're getting ahead of yourself, but right here, right now, you are so sick and tired of this bullshit and you will let these assholes know it. "You bitch. I'm just... I'm just going to kill you now." the panic resurfaces, and you swallow hard, fighting to keep your voice steady.

"No you won't, ass kisser. You're too scared Arizona'll be mad." your words come out acidic, just as you had hoped. Wyatt pauses for just a moment, and then straightens his shoulders, broadens his chest, and strides over to the control panel.

"Then I guess you'll die an idiot." the click of a button sounds the ping of a buzzer, and your panic spikes even further. He wasn't joking. He wasn't, he was going to kill you now when freedom feels so close. You try to keep the fear from showing, but it's to late. The way the whole world around you seems to come alive is terrifying. You see faint light from outside on the hull of the machine, blue, and then yellow. It stays yellow for a little while, and you know it's 'warming up', you could say. You don't know what this thing did and you didn't want to find out. 

"Are you sure it's smart to-" 

"Shut up, RK!" Wyatt cuts Nines off mid-sentence, glowering, "Don't go soft now, not when all of this bullshit is finally wrapping up. Stand there and don't you fucking move a muscle until I tell you to!" You try to keep the tears from blooming in your eyes, you try to keep the terror from showing in every line of your face. You aren't sure if you accomplished it, you aren't sure if that is even possible at this point. You stand rooted to your spot watching the other robotic arms whir to life. There are other sets of claws that rest immobile, along with a few other tools to match, but you aren't paying much attention to those. Instead, you're looking at the long, snaking wire that is almost moving like a snake. It's carried by a plate on the roof that revolves around you, mapping out your form and stature to find out where exactly the tools need to connect to tear you to fucking shreds. Your panic spikes. You're struggling now, swallowing down your pride and fighting for freedom one last time before you are slaughtered. The light pings red with the chime of a bell.