CrazyCatBurglar
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Connor, both RK800 and RK900, shipped with Captain Allen from Detroit: Become Human.
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22 Aug 2019
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Based on this prompt:
A: *accidentally brushes hand against B's*
B: *aggressively holds A's hand*
B: fucking commit to it, cowardBookmarked by CrazyCatBurglar
22 Aug 2019
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"Fucking commit, you coward," Sixty murmurs,
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Waking up in a junkyard would put a damper on anyone's day. Waking up to find mud in your head because there is a hole is the worst. From there RK800-60 just figures out more things he really does not like. Still he is trying to pull himself together, even if he might not have a self to pull together. For the lack of anything better to do Connor tries to help. Hank grumbles in the background but he is horrible at telling Connor no. Somehow things might work out, even if it leaves 60 living in the bathtub for a while.
Bookmarked by CrazyCatBurglar
22 Aug 2019
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“Deviating does not mean you broke.” Connor said it like it was a fact. The sun was bright, water was wet. Connor was an idiot. A well meaning idiot. They could be different on that, because Sixty was not an idiot.
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Lingering Will by YunaBlaze for spookykingdomstarlight
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
15 Feb 2019
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RK800 #313 248 317 – 60 was the perfect machine. The perfect cold-blooded killer CyberLife had sent to eliminate Connor and to prevent the android uprising. At least, that was what people believed it was and what it would ever be to many.
But what if underneath the emotionless façade of a machine... Something else existed?
Something that was... humane...
Just hidden and forever lost...
This was his story... His lingering will...
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Bookmarked by CrazyCatBurglar
22 Aug 2019
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The man stands outside of Hank's house, black pants with a subtle diamond pinstripe up the side, lavender-grey bowtie around his neck, and a fez perched on his head. He wore a cardboard box that had a crayon depiction of a TARDIS on it, and didn't that just about hit all of Hank's Time Traveling Clauses?
"Hello Hank, the date today is August 14th, 2038, correct?"
Scratch that, all of them?
Or, alternately, a Connor travels back in time fic.
Bookmarked by CrazyCatBurglar
21 Aug 2019