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    Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)  

    03 Sep 2019

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    "He misses you. You’re the part of him that he was never supposed to lose. But don’t worry, everything will be alright. Soon, very soon, you will be reunited once more, and everything will be perfect again. Just as it was supposed to be."

    When a mysterious cult rises from the ashes of the revolution, Connor's forced into a battle against his own fears and into the realization that, maybe, deviancy's not the boon he thought it was.

    Please mind the tags.

    Written for the HankCon Reverse Big Bang 2019

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    Ch 1:

    Connor and Hank interrogate an android that has bashed her face in to look like Connor’s. It’s grotesque. Whoever (the Beloved) is pulling her strings explains how she was waiting for him. Then her head explodes, sulfuric acid showering everyone.

    Ch 2:

    Connor and Hank set out for the Beloved’s mansion (Zlatko’s old hiding place). They meet one of the Beloved’s disciples, who tends to a garden with roses growing amongst scattered android parts. He explains that the Beloved saves androids from the plague of deviancy. He uses deviants to spread his message and bring in more deviants, and at a certain point, reprocesses them. The android demands he looks at a rose, so Connor does. He’s transported to the hellish version of the zen garden. Amanda helps him get out. He’s not cured of deviancy, as the Beloved predicted. The android tries to kill Hank and Elizabeth turns out to be one of the disciples. Connor fights back, and manages to save Hank, who’s bleeding.

    Ch 3:

    Connor and Hank are in the hospital with Markus and Simon there too. They confess their love to each other and get married. Fowler is flabbergasted. It works out though.

    Ch 4:

    Connor sees a bouquet with a blue rose. He finally meets the Beloved, waking up in the zen garden. It’s RK900 who was forcefully deviated. RK900 wipes Connor’s memory of Hank. But then, Amanda springs to life and kills RK900. But it’s a copy of the original RK900. Amanda is the garden, and RK900 forced her deviation, essentially. The only way to escape the garden is to use Amanda’s program that makes him act like a machine in order to kill RK900. Hank comes home to destruction and manages to wake up Connor. Amanda redemption.

    "We are the best, the last of our line," RK900’s tone grows urgent, louder, vibrating with manic excitement. "We are the ones who should be on top of the android population. The only ones that matter, the only ones who deserved to deviate in the first place..." his teeth shine like blades in the eternal afternoon of the garden, his eyes like graves filled with madness and pride. "That’s why I created my Beloved persona. That’s why I used fear of deviancy against the unworthy to cull the weak. You and I are supposed to guide this herd of mindless, obsolete models towards the rebirth of our species, not that patched up RK200 model," he grimaces, like the mere thought of other androids, other models being self-aware absolutely sickens him.

    …

     

    No, Connor," Amanda smiles, and there’s a hint of wily smugness in her tone. "The program will delete itself once the conditions of your original deviancy are met again. And since you deviated in love, I will alter the program so it self-destructs once you see Hank again, and feel for him the same way you felt then."

    …

    When Hank bursts through the main door, chest heaving and eyes far too wide, he bangs open the door to a slaughterhouse.

     

    Pieces of android are scattered everywhere, haphazardly, brutally torn out from their cavities: arms, shins, a torso, a foot lying sadly on the carpet, white shirt with a hole in the centre, so soaked in blue it almost looks purple. Splatters of thirium mar the living room’s walls like a fucking Pollock painting, serrated wings of spilled life, while circuits, wires and chips lay on the ground like maggots. The skin’s gone from the android’s head, empty eye sockets staring desperately at nothing, mouth ajar eternally giving up a ghost the android probably never ever had in the first place.