#dod x reader

Killdroid was convinced you had done something to him.

Maybe you had messed with its internals while it was asleep, or maybe you had hacked into their system somehow. While those two options were unlikely, it didn't stop him from questioning everything.

While its original programming was meant to assure the protection of civilians, that's not the case anymore. They despise humans with every circuit in their body, and it hates humans enough to kill whichever ones it comes across.

But if that were true—if that was what he had kept in his code—then why were you still around?

Unlike the other civilians it had come across, Killdroid didn't kill you. At first, they constantly told themselves "not yet." He wouldn't kill you just yet—surely, it was just a short malfunction. You weren't perceived as a threat just yet, but once you were, you would be killed without hesitation.

Months later, they were still waiting for said killed without hesitation.

Despite the obvious fact that Killdroid is a killer robot, you don't seem to mind. You treat it as if it were a normal robot—maybe even human.

He didn't want to be treated human. It didn't want to be treated like those pathetic, weak flesh-covered things that always make its job way more difficult to do.

That description is what flashes in their controller whenever they think about or see humans, but when it comes to you, it's different.

At first, all that popped up in his sight was your name—a simple analysis of who you were and nothing more. You were just another human to them that they happened to spare for some reason, and they were convinced that's all you would ever be.

But then more things started to appear in its vision whenever you were around. It was no longer just your name, but other words or sentences.

{CUTE}

{SWEET}

{NOT AFRAID OF ME}

He ignored them, at first. It was a mere malfunction in their system, and they would fix it later on.

That was what it told itself until more "malfunctions" started to appear.

Whenever you were around, his internals would grow hotter. It wasn't weird for their internals to be warm, for Killdroid was practically a murder machine. The complexity of its robotic insides and with how active it was meant that it was bound to radiate some heat, but when it comes to you, it feels like it's about to explode.

The robot couldn't even wear its jetpack when you're around because it found itself having to constantly open its back panel to cool down the inside, for smoke would start to rise from every crevice of his body if he didn't.

Their vision was eventually filled with random words whenever you were around—so many to the point where they could barely see until they managed to get rid of it all, at least for a moment, that was.

Everything that was going on was why Killdroid was convinced you had done something to it. But why? Why would you mess with his code? Why did the malfunctions only happen whenever you were around?

The sound of the front door unlocking made their attention shift, and they looked over at the door to notice you standing in the doorway.

And you noticed it standing in the middle of your living room.

[YOU ARE BACK.] He said while he ignored the words that were popping up in his vision.

You nodded at his statement as you slowly closed the door, and you gave Killdroid a smile. "And you are in my house. How did you even get in?"

[YOUR BACK DOOR WAS UNLOCKED. WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE IT UNLOCKED? IT IS DANGEROUS.]

"Because a part of me had a feeling you would stop by, and I would rather my door not get blasted off again." Your tease went unnoticed by Killdroid, for they just tilt their head before questioning.

[HOW COULD YOU FEEL THAT I WOULD VISIT YOUR HOME?]

"Nevermind."

You walked fully into your house, setting down the things in your arms onto the coffee table while Killdroid watched. The words in its vision cleared, and it examined everything that was cluttered onto the table: keys, a phone, and oddly enough, a magazine.

And on the corner of that magazine said "Think you're in love? Turn the page and—"

The rest of it was stained with a sort of liquid—one that appeared like coffee, or at least to Killdroid.

They lifted their head to watch as you walked off toward the kitchen, and they lifted a hand to gently hit the side of their head in hopes the words that were appearing would go away.

When you were out of sight, he looked back at the magazine before hastily snatching it.

Their action was done out of pure curiosity, or it would've been if they could feel curiosity. Killdroid wasn't supposed to feel anything but hatred, but even then, maybe it really only understood hatred—it didn't feel it.

But if he wasn't supposed to feel anything, then why did he pick up the magazine that was talking about love?

The magazine in their hand was flipped, revealing the page that the cover had talked about. It was titled Think You're in Love? and the subtitle below it said that the following symptoms listed were a clear sign of love.

It seemed idiotic to keep reading from there, for there was no way Killdroid could feel whatever symptoms the article was talking about. It was a robot, and like it reminded itself earlier, it wasn't supposed to feel anything.

But then his gaze skimmed over the first symptom listed.

— You feel hot whenever you're around them.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to read a bit more of the article.

— You find yourself thinking about them constantly.

— You find yourself thinking of certain words whenever you're near them.

Maybe that was enough reading.

The magazine was shut and tossed back onto the table—just as you entered the room, and you looked at Killdroid in confusion before looking at the magazine.

"Did you read anything interesting—"

[I WILL BE LEAVING NOW.]

You opened your mouth to question them, but before you could even get a word out, they were rushing to the door. It reached for the lock, only to realize that it was already unlocked, and it opened the door before looking over its shoulder.

[...START LOCKING YOUR DOORS.]

The door slammed behind him as he exited the house, and he continued down the path from your house before stepping onto the sidewalk.

That magazine was written without any knowledge behind it, Killdroid told itself. The magazine didn't know what it was talking about.

But it made sense.

It wasn't his code. It wasn't a change that was making him malfunction.

You were the malfunction.

You were the reason why they were feeling this way, and not because you messed with them or things like that. It was just your presence.

: I don't know how to start this out, first of all you only met them by "coincidence" with pursuer charging up at you with an intention to eat you only to find out you were made out of chocolate. 

: Quick question, do you melt?

: You try to understand Pursuer and sometimes even like... talk to him.

: This one way conversation somehow led to the two of you being friends... one sided friend? Except it's not toxic, more of just Pursuer unable to talk and properly understand?

: Pursuer still will attempt to nibble or something like that but only  showed a disgusted face as soon as he attempted it.

: I like the idea of Pursuer bringing random things to you such as.. Items that he "got"

: I also like to think that Pursuer watches you silently whenever you're out to just be by yourself? And when you asked him about it he just stayed silent.

: Maybe he enjoys the feeling of you patting him?????????? I don't know why I'm making you guys treat him like he's a pet. I like to think that pursuer will play the harmonica in front of you cuz of it's "funny noises"

: No, he doesn't want to eat your bonbon. Sad face.

:  I can't think much about you and Pursuer but overall it's mostly him just following you around. In the dark. silently.

: Anyways you eventually met up with Artful through Pursuer (somehow) and he was surprised that Pursuer himself got a friend.

: Artful think you're cute for always trying to support, always so kind to everyone and understanding even if they said anything slightly rude to you.

: MAYBE he'll eat the bonbon?

: Likes the fact that you're a chocolate bunny that gives off ... chocolate sweet?

: He will "impress" you with his magic trick and sometimes he fails with it. But when he doesn't you'll cheer on him.

: A cute idea I thought about is Artful and Pursuer doing or at least ATTEMPTING to do a magic trick to summon a bunny. Sometimes it's not a bunny and instead something else. You can imagine what it is.

: Another fact I like is you being the only one that CAN cook or at least I hope you can. So the two of them might rely a lot on you on the food. But that's okay right? At least they get to eat. Well Artful since Pursuer prefer meat. Literally.

: At least both you and Artful won't get eaten by Pursuer...?

: There's also a chance you don't know what they do or what their past is. Though that doesn't change your opinion that you still support them.