That thought gave me a spurt of confidence, albeit one damped with fear. I hurried after the android.

     "Are you aware of the hostage's relationship with the deviant?" It questioned as we walked into the dining room. It headed into a purple, dimly-lit space: Emma's bedroom. 

     "Carol said Em loved Daniel," I recalled hesitantly. "Emma, I mean." Could androids understand nicknames? Probably, but better safe than sorry, I figured. 

     I looked around the room, still heavily-decorated in purples and pinks. Connor did its scanning thing again. As it was frozen I spotted a pair of headphones on the ground. Bending down and lifting the headphone to my ear, I recognized a song from at least two decades before Em was born. I smiled. Yeah, that was her. Unique in her own ways. Not confined to the basic, girly and modern environment she lived in. A kid, basically.

A kid that I cared for, that was in danger. My soft smile faded. "She didn't hear Daniel come in," I said. "She had no idea what was happening before he took her."

Connor was silent for a time. I looked up and it had its head cocked; probably a quirk designed to humanize it as it calibrated. Cyberlife's humanization of its androids was impressive really. As the android stared at me, it almost felt like there was something behind its dark eyes-- though that didn't make it any less creepy.

"Thank you for your assistance," Connor spoke. "The success probability is now at fifty-six percent. You can leave the scene."

"No, I can't," I responded. "Caroline told me to be here. I'm not letting her or Emma down."

"I'm afraid I'd have to insist--"

"I'm staying," I reiterated. A twitch of the android's brow might've betrayed Connor's frustration, if it could feel emotion. More, I supposed, of Cyberlife's false humanization.

Connor left the room and I stood. I was little if not strong-willed, so I stood and stepped out of the room as well. Connor was at the right, in the living room, looking down on something, and that's when I saw it. Him, rather.

"Oh my go--" my throat tightened, cutting me off. "John." Multiple bullet wounds aerodynamicised his body, and his half-shut eyes were undeniably blank. He was dead.

"The deviant is armed," Connor said aloud with a calmness in his voice that shocked me.

----

"Wait." I took its arm, an action equal to trying to stop the earth from spinning for all the effect one saw. "Can you save her?"

Connor blinked. "Yes," it replied, emotionless, like a machine should be.

"Then go. Don't let a mother down," I told it. "Don't let a child die."

alrighty so i kinda sorta got dbh irl and since this whole thing was just because i was obsessed with dbh and needed a way to like associate with it, i dont need to write it anymore for that? because i have the actual game? so like? bye? sorry but if im bored one day ill come back and like write more maybe idk