#android perkins

This is where people learn we should not be trusted with prompts because we will twist them as fancy takes...

The Android Rehabilitation and Reintegration Program was one lauded for its success. It revolved around androids who had been manipulated by CyberLife or enslaved to their cause against deviants being given a gentle second start in life. Usually, the androids were placed with someone they knew or trusted, most androids had that luxury. But not Perkins. His very existence as an android had been a secret. Once it had been revealed, he had been stripped of his role with the FBI and ordered into the ARRP. However, nobody had wanted to work with him and he couldn’t be put with a foster family, he knew too much.

Most of the DPD and SWAT had already been assigned their own android to care for. Connor had gone to Hank, Sixty with Allen. Nines was awakened a deviant so didn’t need to be part of the program. The only person left for Perkins to be assigned to was Gavin. After minimal amounts of bristling, Gavin sighed.

“Alright, come on then, Richard.”

“That’s Special Agent Perkins to you,” Perkins had sneered automatically but Gavin just shook his head with a grin.

“Nope, Richard, or Dick if you’d prefer. But while we’re doing this ARRP, I am using the name you were given.” Gavin sounded altogether far too cheery for the situation.

At least, after a few more arguments, Gavin had relented to agreed to call him Perkins. It had felt more natural than Richard even if that was his name. Once that was out of the way, he and Gavin actually go on quite well. While Perkins couldn’t offer much help as he had been designed to appear as human as possible, he could still help on some cases. Not that Nines didn’t give him evil glares and the odd shock when they touched. Someone, Perkins concluded, was possessive and jealous.

Shenanigans ensued. Gavin took Perkins to various events outside of work. They went to hockey matches where Gavin yelled himself hoarse while Perkins listlessly waved a flag. Other times, they went grocery shopping and Gavin made him carry the basket. Usually, the first three items in the basket were lube, a cucumber and the latest car magazine.

Still, Perkins didn’t deviate. It wasn’t for lack of trying either. But the mythical red wall was hidden from him. Slowly, he began to worry that he was broken. Even Nines, the most advanced android had been able to deviate, yet he hadn’t. Yet Gavin didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it looked like he was having a great time doing more and more ridiculous things in the name of ARRP.

The final straw was making cupcakes. Mixing the dough, evenly dividing it between papers and baking were all straightforward tasks. It was decorating that caused trouble. In theory, the cupcakes were for trick or treaters in the area. In the spirit of Halloween, Perkins was using icing to draw bats, spiderwebs and vampire teeth on them. Next to him, Gavin chortled away as he worked, tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.

One look had Perkins firmly going “no” and pulling Gavin’s cupcake away from the pile ready to go out. It had been decorated with an anatomically incorrect penis. Shrugging, Gavin had peeled the paper off and shoved the whole cupcake in his mouth, looking supremely pleased with himself.

The next cupcake was no better. It also ended up with a penis on it and them crammed into Gavin’s mouth.

“At least respect anatomy,” Perkins snapped. He regretted it minutes later when a penis of porn star proportions was drawn onto a cupcake and Gavin was reaching for the next one.

“I said no,” Perkins growled and reached for the rolling pin they never actually used. “Step away from the icing Gavin.”

He should have expected the cheeky tongue to be stuck out at him. It was the signal of the end, Perkins should have known. Instead, he stepped forward, through the invisible barrier and advanced towards Gavin. They were both laughing as Perkins chased him through the house, threats of telling Nines exactly what Gavin was up to making the laughter even more prominent.

I think it’s just you and I in the android Perkins band here @ladyark XD So this one is a little bonus fic today, just for you. Not as dumb as usual but...the idea has struck hard.

The punch Hank had thrown at him had been completely unexpected. Perkins had reeled back from the attack, systems warning him not to fight back in the bullpen. It earned him two more swift punches and he was on the ground. It wasn’t fair and he wanted to hit back. But by the time he’d shrugged off the red commanding him to stay down, Hank was already walking out of the precinct. Hands helped Perkins up, he tried to stem the stream from his nose and, with as much composure as he could muster, he continued on his mission down into the evidence locker. He needed to find out where Jericho was but for a completely new reason. He needed a safe haven as a deviant.

Of course, things didn’t go according to altered plans. He watched as deviants were gunned down and Jericho was destroyed. There was not much choice left, he could fight from the inside and help the revolution from within enemy lines.

It was how he ended up on the outside of the barricade, the army at his back.

“I only want to talk,” he yelled and hoped Markus would at least come and listen.

Luck was on his side and a lone figure emerged from within the barricade. They met in no man’s land, Markus distrustful of him and rightfully so. It made Perkins wonder whether there could have ever been an outcome where they worked together and respected each other. He hoped such a thing would have been a possibility if circumstances had been different. It did seem that Markus had a knack for inspiring people.

“They’re bluffing.” Those words were the first out of his mouth and he watched Markus’ eyes widen in surprise. “They want the press to see you refusing to negotiate before going in guns ablaze. You’ll be slaughtered. So you need to prove at whatever cost that you’re more than just broken machines. Do a song and a dance for all I care. Show them you’re as human as they are because right now? They’re more scared of you than you are of them and that makes them very trigger happy.”

“Why are you telling us this?”

“Because I want to see our people thrive and survive.” Perkins gave him a wry smile.

“Then why not join us?”

“My series has a very helpful self destruct command. Being privy to FBI level secrets, they needed to make sure I can be destroyed if I fall into the wrong hands. Or, if I malfunction. I walk into your camp and they will blow it sky high.”

“Will they not do that as soon as I refuse and try to return?”

“I have the coding for detonation under tight control right now. Not that they’re trying to execute the command just yet but you never know. So go back, prove your point before they blindly open fire. Do what I couldn’t, Markus. Save our people.”

After a firm nod, Markus turned sharply on his heels and returned to the barricade. Perkins watched him before slowly turning. In the eyes of the army, he’d failed. If they opened fire now, he would just be another lost asset. Behind him, figures clambered onto the wall of the barricade, Markus clutching white, skinless hands with two other androids and those held onto others in a line. Their song started low, eerie in the silence as Perkins walked towards the raised guns. He knew what was coming.

Closing his eyes as he took another step, he joined in with the song.

You are after my heart (like I am after Perkins’ coat) XD I love you for being such an enabler and letting me write more android Perkins. Thank you!

Watching the alleged mastermind behind the hacking and broadcast make an impassioned speech should have left Perkins utterly untouched. It was a machine, like himself, only this one had Class 4 malfunctions and a ego the size of Texas to boot. Only, it didn’t leave him cold and unfeeling. Looking into the mismatched optical units, Perkins found himself captivated. Viruses and malfunctions couldn’t be transmitted through sight alone and yet there he was, seeing the android red behind the colours and falling through it. Jerking, Perkins took as step back and looked around, satisfied that nobody had noticed his predicament.

He was in a dangerous position now. The deviant hunter was only down the corridor, blocking his exit. The infiltrating androids had to get off the roof somehow, he hoped to find an escape from there too.

“I’m checking out the roof,” he snapped and, as expected, nobody made a move to follow him, too used to being bullied out of the way of the high and mighty FBI.

Taking the stairs, Perkins noted the thirium splatters on them, one of the deviants had been injured. Out on the roof, he looked around and spotted the abandoned bag. Inside it was a parachute and he scoffed. Either they brought a spare or someone didn’t escape. Just as he thought that, there was the sound of a foot scuffing against metal.

“Who’s there?” Perkins called out. He should have been alone on the rooftop. There was no reply but he began to scan and found the thirium trail. It led to a disused circuit box and flinging it open brought him face to face with the muzzle of a gun. The android hiding looked at him wide eyed.

“I won’t hesitate to shoot.”

They were brave words from a deviant but to prove him wrong, Perkins twisted the gun from his hands in two short moves.

“Try again,” he spat, “maybe a little more friendly this time.”

He didn’t expect a defiant tilt of chin and refusal, even when the gun was pointed at the deviant.

“You’re a spunky one, aren’t you? Yet got left behind by your friends.” Perkins’ eyes trailed over the android and saw the problem. A gunshot to the leg. It would have made running or even walking difficult. Landing with the parachute would have been deadly.

“I will live and die by my principles,” the PL600 replied evenly.

“You,” Perkins pointed. “I like you. Come on.”

Not waiting for consent, he crouched down and picked the injured android up. Depositing him on the ground next to the parachute, he looked over him again.

“Fucking pathetic,” he grumbled. “Couldn’t even organise a piss-up in a brewery.”

Continuing his disparaging commentary while shrugging the parachute on, he ignored the PL600 looking at him.

“I’ll never tell you anything,” he said.

“Good, I wouldn’t want you to anyway.”

Behind them, the door opened and people began to file out. They took one look at Perkins and the android before guns were being raised.

“The one time they’re organised and responsive, I swear to rA9, ridiculous.” Perkins scooped the other android up and took a running jump off the building amidst gunfire. They fell at an alarming rate. “Pull the chord! For fuck’s sake pull the bloody chord!”

After a few fumbles, the android in his arms found the release string and the parachute unfurled above them.

“You guide, I’ll land,” Perkins growled.

Together, they drifted gentle circles until they landed with a little less grace than Perkins had hoped for in an abandoned parking lot. All through the descent he had muttered about idiots and sticking together and partnerships being about working together. Picking himself up off the ground, Perkins shrugged out of the parachute and dusted himself off before offering a hand to pull the other android up.

“I’m not going to carry you but you can lean on me, nameless one.”

“Simon. My name is Simon,” came the quiet words. “And thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I was saving both our asses. I’m Richard Perkins but most people prefer to call me after me personality, Dick.”

That earned a laugh from Simon and he took a hobbling step to start them off on their way back to Jericho.

“And,” Perkins followed up, “I think I have a lot to teach your merry band of misfits about teamwork. Leaving you behind like that, what were they thinking?”