#yk700-liam

Send “____ is dead” for my muse’s reaction to that character dying.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!

He was ripped away from her. Her child. Her son. He was gone. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve this. 

And, somehow, Chloe couldn’t help but blame herself. Had she brought this upon them? Had she, in thinking she was keeping him safe, actually brought him into the light of danger?

Tears flowed and a wail had come from her lips. Chloe wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and cry until her voice processors burnt out, until she couldn’t make a sound anymore.

It felt as if a piece of her had been torn out. Her biocomponents, her wires, her thirium pump… her heart, gone. She felt empty. Eventually she stopped crying, though her eyes seemed to perpetually be watery and ready to spill tears. 

She spent days locked away. Days in bed, curled up with Bear. She didn’t leave her side. It wasn’t clear who was in more pain, but they comforted each other. The others rarely entered the room. Carlin and Claire peeked in every so often. Penny entered and cuddled between Chloe and Bear. Elijah wasn’t allowed inside.

The house became quiet and dreary, like a storm cloud had enveloped the house. 

“Send 💤 to find my muse sleeping in an awkward position“

Connor was halfway on the couch, his legs hanging off the side of it. His arms were draped across the right side, and he was plugged into the wall. 

Sleep mode activated: 11:00:00.

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    A faint, simulated breath was released, so nearly a sigh in response to Liam’s claims. Times had been difficult recently, not just for the child in custody, but for all androids. Many of their own had been sent off to camps and disposed of, hauled off to the city dump where great heaps of limp plastic bodies now rest. Mass graves - no one liked to think about it, least of all Connor. Being part of the Detroit Police, he had seen the reports and knew well the retaliations of man against its creations on that night. But as the saying goes, the night is darkest before the dawn. He wanted to believe that.

                   Maybe he was just a foolish optimist.

                   He had no doubts that he had been selected to speak with this child not merely because he was an android, but a fellow deviant. Fowler had anticipated some kind of connection through association, or so he had said, but the former hunter suspected his reasons lay deeper. Not just because he held similarities to the child, but because he had a strong empathetic sense. This, coupled with his social relations program, he should have excelled at the given task, though he didn’t imagine he was here to extract a confession.

                   If anything, he was meant to calm the boy down. He considered this as he spoke. “I have no doubts you can take care of yourself, Liam. You’ve been managing on your own for quite some time.” Rather Connor worried for the boy’s safety. During the months since the revolution there had been a tension between humans and androids that was slow to dissipate. While Connor himself had not felt the brunt of it he had bared witness to the results. Not everyone had the luxuries he did, having a safe place to call home and the support of understanding humans.

                   He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like on the street for this child, and frankly it hurt to consider. A pensive expression came over his features, one he did not take notice of straight away, too deep in his own thoughts. The boy seemed resistant to talk. He decided upon another approach. A means to steer the conversation away from less appealing topics.

[Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship]

Main verse

Connor checks in on Liam from time to time because he’s his friend and he worries about him.

Connor views Liam as his family but isn’t sure if Liam sees it that way.

Connor sometimes acts like a kid around Liam, which he never really noticed until it was pointed out to him.

Connor’s basically one of those dorky older relative types around Liam.

YK400 verse

It’s hard for Connor to let his walls down around humans in general, especially human children, but Liam is an android so he feels safe around him.

Connor views Liam as an older brother and you can’t change his mind.

Due to having selective mutism, sometimes Connor will stop talking for a while. He knows it’s safe around Liam to do so, so if he doesn’t feel like talking? He doesn’t.

               Prompted // Resident Evil Starters // @yk700-liam

UN%OWn -  ▌ ER^0R ▐

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The thousand yard stare of the RK android as it attempted to process the question was uncanny. It was so completely different from the Connor Liam knew. Connor’s eyes were full of warmth, his very being giving off a kind of aura of friendliness & passivity whilst maintaining a professional, controlled manner & appearance. But this being had no warmth to it. It was cold in it’s analysis, LED blinking in indication a scan was being performed.

                   ┌                            Analyzing……………….                                              Subject: YK700 #336 542 791                                              Activation Date: 3.23.2035                                              Registered to ############                                                                                                  ┘

                                                                   ┌                                                                            Presence of Synth-fur detected.                                                                             K900 Serial Unknown.                                                                                                                                    ┘

                   The synth-flesh between gently arched brows wrinkled, creating the illusion of frustration. The lacking of information was disconcerting, though the RK unit anticipated this was nothing more than a glitch brought about by whatever circumstance had left it’s memory in shambles. Broken & fractured code created a haze within it’s CPU, but it did recall one thing; it had a mission to perform. It was activated to perform a task. What that task was remained to be seen. Hopefully, the subject of it’s objective would shed light on the matter.

                               ┌                                                                MISSION: FIND LIEUTENANT ANDERSON.                                                                                                                                          ┘

                   “ Unfortunately, I do not, ”  came a rather abrupt answer from the previously silent android.  “ I apologize, but there seems to be a gap in my memory. ”  It continued to gaze up at the one before it, only then coming to realize it was seated rather clumsily on the floor. The location it had found itself in, however, remained a mystery. Parameters switched, decision matrix shifted. This android didn’t appear to be of a factory setting. Perhaps it could help. All the RK had to do was convince it to.

Prompt not found // @yk700-liam

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▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Connor  blinked in surprised, having been slightly taken aback by the all too adult response of the young deviant. It hadn’t been expected, yet thinking on Liam’s point now he understood where he was coming from. Connor offered him a small, knowing smile and moved to take a seat on the floor beside him.

                   “Then it’s a good thing they’ve come up with such an inventive method of passing these traditions onto others.” Connor may not have understood religion, having never been exposed to it save for the Lieutenant’s vague references to his own maker on occasion. Hell, the detective wasn’t even sure he BELIEVED in god, but he could understand what it was like to be threatened with losing a part of one’s own people.