Intro from The Author: I will tell you now, upfront, that this is going to be the weirdest HankCon fic you have ever read. I wanted to do something different and I suppose I have achieved that goal. Whether people will like it remains to be seen, but I want to point out before you dive into this story to not be discouraged by how things may appear on the outside right away. ALSO the story takes place after the events of DBH, but with a more original and specific ending than any of the options you can get in the game.

Summary: After a complete ban of Androids in the country, a certain group of them sought out new lives in disguise as humans with the help of Elijah Kamski. Three years then pass since the events of Jericho and The Battle in Detroit and they are still fighting, together, to keep their identities hidden and themselves safe. But when old partners get reunited unexpectedly and a threatening ex-cop is onto the secret society of Androids… things start getting complicated and risky.

The Color of Freedom

Chapter One

"Freedom isn't given, it is taken." – Sunhash Chandra Bose

"Alright, Connor. You can open your eyes now," Elijah instructed his subject.

The room was blinding white. Lights covered every corner and they all pointed directly at the center, where Connor stood, held up by a heavy duty machine that was designed specifically for putting together Androids (or disassembling them).

Connor blinked. It took a moment for his optical units to adjust to the sheer brightness of the area. He stared directly at Elijah, feeling disoriented.

"Am I all done?" He asked, then immediately tensed up. His voice sounded different - very different.

It occurred to him what he was doing here; what had happened. Connor felt the cold, metal machine he was attached to start easing away, leaving him to hold himself up on his own. His legs felt different immediately. Everything did – and he wasn't sure how to process this. The Android looked at his maker, stretching his neck while doing so, and feeling the unfamiliar sensation of hair brush against his face and jaw.

Elijah grinned, an amused look in his steely green eyes. "Feel strange, Connor?"

"Yes," he replied matter-of-factly. "This is nothing short of bizarre to me."

"Sorry. You know it was the best we could do in the short time frame we had."

"I know, I know. It's fine and it'll do. Thank you." Connor took a few steps forward, feeling weight distributed in places he wasn't used to made it hard for him to walk with ease. But he knew he'd get used to it eventually. Hopefully.

Connor ran his hand through the new head of hair he had. It was down past his chin, straight, and as he examined it he noticed it was auburn. The hair felt like it was cut at an angle on this model, so he wouldn't even be able to put it up in a bun like he could see Kamski was doing due to the short layers in the back. He hoped it wouldn't bother him too much with how much was falling forward into his eyes. It would be an adjustment. The Android ran his fingers through it, feeling every silky red layer. This is me now. This is who I am.

Connor dropped his hand and turned in a circle, acclimating to his new form. His hips were wider than on his former body and his shoulders weren't quite as broad, not that his old shoulders were super broad for a male model but he could still feel the difference. Connor stretched his arms out. His arms were thinner; felt more flimsy, honestly. This model he resided in now clearly was not designed for combat or survival. The Android had a smaller waist than he was accustomed to, and a bit of a chest as well.

Connor looked down at himself, seeing his plain dark green top that was cut into a V-neck, accompanied with a pair of plain black material that was not quite pants… he figured they were leggings. He had on white socks, no shoes – and saw how small his feet were. He sighed, "This will take an awful lot of getting used to, Elijah."

Kamski chuckled. "I think it suits you." He smirked, showing his flashing white teeth.

Connor glared briefly before rolling his eyes. The Android folded his arms. "Are the others all set?"

"Yes. They were finished before you. They are in the common room, let's join them and go over details." Elijah replied, turning away from Connor to swiftly walk in the direction of the common room. Connor followed suit, feeling awkward in his new body – a female model – one Elijah had worked on a while back and never quite had a use for. The scientist was glad he hadn't gotten rid of it or sold it off. All of Connor's memories and programming had been passed over to this new model with no sign of failure.

Connor mentally played over things in his thoughts to reassure himself that all of his memory was intact. He thought about the battle that had happened only a couple days ago - about all Androids being banned, deactivated, killed mercilessly. Androids were deemed illegal. Existing is a crime for someone like Connor. If anyone discovered him, he would be destroyed immediately, no questions asked.

That's why this plan was in development. He and his friends had wanted to live. And with the help of Kamski and Carl… they would. It wouldn't be easy, but they were going to try. Careful planning and taking things step by step while being cautious at every moment would be the key to their success and survival.

"Markus, North, Simon," Elijah greeted the Androids as he walked in, with Connor trailing behind.

North immediately chuckled at the sight of her friend. "How you feeling, Con?"

Connor sighed, knowing he was going to get the brunt of the teasing for the next century and a half. "Fine. I don't know how you can fight so well in a model of this shape, North, I truly don't. I feel lopsided and unbalanced."

North cracked a laugh. Connor had been able to tell it was her even though she looked nothing like her former self. Her hair was now pitch black with fringe that covered her entire forehead, her skin a light brown. She was a bit taller than her last model now but noticeable more dainty and delicate looking with a bigger chest and hips than Connor's current model that he now had himself. He knew she had the other female model, because both Markus and Simon had lucked out and obtained the two male ones unfortunately for Connor. Their maker only had two females and two males at hand readily. Kamski said he could get together a new one but would have had to wait for parts and that might have been a wait too long and risky for it to be worth it. Truthfully, it didn't matter all that much to Connor other than just not being used to how it felt to move around.

"Alright guys, let's get down to business, shall we?" Elijah sat down on the small gray sofa closest to the door he walked in from. Connor sat next to him while North, Simon, and Markus sat on the larger gray sofa that was placed directly across from theirs. The room they were in was large, a fireplace on the far left wall. A small glass coffee table sat between the two couches on a velvet burgundy rug. There was a mini potted cactus plant perfectly set on the center of the table. The ceiling was quite high, and there was a large copper colored chandelier swaying above them. Calming, spacious, safe – the room gave off all these vibes.

"Now that you are all situated in your new models with full compatibility, memory transfer, and no seemingly serious errors to my knowledge – we can proceed to the next step."

"Which is?" Markus, who was now a brunette with thick curly hair that stuck out in different places off his head asked. His jawline was sharp and his eyes were a deep brown. The Jericho leader now had a bit of a beard that looked flawlessly natural. Elijah was extremely talented at making Androids look like everyday humans. It still amazed Connor. Mark's skin was a little lighter than his last model and his frame was a lot taller, but fairly wiry. Connor could tell Markus was still getting used to his new height, build, and body.

"Your new personas," Kamski smiled through his reply.

The night that all the Androids were being hunted down and either detained or destroyed on spot, Markus lead who was left to Carl's, which wasn't many. They had fought off the SWAT Team long enough to escape from harm's way. Most Androids didn't make it. Several risked themselves so Markus and North could escape, including Josh. There was a full on genocide that evening. It made the history books, but majority of the public was not sympathetic to the situation. Most humans saw Androids as violent, evil, harmful beings that were trying to end humanity.

Carl was not one of those humans. He was more than willing to help out and wasn't afraid of his involvement if he got caught – what he was afraid of was all the remaining Androids' lives being taken away. So he was quick to come up with a solution. He knew that the FBI and SWAT would not back down until all machines were destroyed – especially Markus and North. So collectively, the first step in ensuring everyone's safety was to make the FBI think the pair had been taken out.

Carl got on the phone and called Kamski. The two had been close friends once upon a time and, in fact, Markus had been a one-of-a-kind 'droid given to Carl as a gift from Elijah. He knew this was the only person that could make this work.

"Help me," he had begged into the phone. "And help me fast. I know it's been quite a long time since we've chatted, Elijah… but we don't have much to spare."

That's how this elaborate fiasco began. Carl kept Markus, North, Simon, and Connor safe inside his residence. His security system had been upgraded since he hadn't had his Android living with him. There would be a good amount of time to escape if for some reason anyone of threat showed up looking for Markus and the lot. While they were being kept hidden, they all knew it was a matter of time before Carl was investigated with his protégé still missing – considering they knew he used to be his owner. It was public information at this point in the "war". The group just had to survive without being found out before Elijah and Chloe were to show up with the needed equipment.

Kamski planned on never getting rid of his Chloe or her twin models, named Charlotte and Scarlett. He didn't give a flying fuck about any ban. They were his, had nothing to do with any of the Deviant stuff that had been going on, and if anyone gave him flack about it, he planned to just toss them a few hundred dollars to buy their secrecy and tell them to piss off. Since the Deviant Protests began, most of the country saw him as a Public Enemy. America wanted him tried and charged after the events of the battle, but there was no solid crime he had committed in the eyes of the law. He'd left Cyberlife long before any of the revolting of Androids, and there was zero proof that he had intentions of them eventually becoming sentient beings. He ended up not being held responsible in any way for any of the Deviants. The only consequence of the War was that Cyberlife had to get shut down completely for an unannounced period of time while all production and distribution of Androids was to come to a stop immediately.

The famous artist was on the phone for several minutes, causing anxiety in the impatient group of Androids. He was talking fast and sternly. It felt like an eternity to them before he finally hung up. "Elijah is on his way as we speak. Someone keep guard paying attention to my security cameras. Holler when Elijah is here, or if the feds show up," spinning around to face his guests while in his wheelchair, Carl had a look of focus on his features. To Markus, Carl had never looked so alive as long as he'd known him.

"On it," Simon replied, before jogging away in the large house to take on his assigned task.

"Here's the deal," Carl informed them. "You're going to each get a different and one-of-a-kind model that your memories will be transferred and uploaded to. Not sure how it works but you can direct those questions to Elijah when he gets here. I'm not a scientist, I'm an artist…" Carl smiled cheekily.

"Your old models will be strategically damaged and left to be found by everyone that is scouting for Androids. This will leave them to believe that you are dead. Once they see the leaders have been taken care of, they will eventually have nothing else to look for, and the search for more Androids to destroy will be over with," he continued.

"You will be given new identities, with time. Elijah has the connections to get identification and even social security numbers and birth certificates forged for all of you. You will be able to get jobs, apartments, Hell, even get married if you want. You will have all the rights that humans get. But you have to be very careful – if anyone discovers that you are an Android it's over. That means no one can see you bleed and you absolutely cannot go to a hospital under any circumstances. Don't do anything that could make you stand out, you hear me? If there's a problem, you all will be in regular contact with Elijah and you'll need to contact him immediately. He's the only chance you guys have to getting away with this insanity until maybe Androids can be trusted again by the general public. Not that this situation would be happening if the general public just listened to you guys in the first place." Carl looked at each of the faces of the robots in his house, gauging their reactions. Scared, nervous, excited – he could see it, flickering in their features. He couldn't believe his fellow humans were so against the idea that they were any different from their makers when it came to emotions and thought.

"Now, Elijah has limited workspace and can only transfer you all one at a time. So in order to make it look like you guys have been wiped out, he's going to have to actually extract your memories and save them to transfer to the new models when he can. That way we can your current models out and looking lifeless as soon as possible. He's bringing the equipment he needs over now to do this quickly and safely. While he's never done it quite like this before, it seems to be the only chance that this will work and he seems sure of himself. Elijah will fill you in with more details on the process when he gets here."

Silence echoed in the room as everyone processed all of this information at once, worrying about the possibility of failure. But living was about making choices, they knew. And they were grateful that they were alive. They all knew they were going to choose to try.

Connor looked down at his now feminine hands in his lap. He was nervous to start a new life, but he was thankful that he was able to.

By this point, the plan had gone flawlessly. Everyone thought Markus, North, Connor, and Simon had been slaughtered like pigs… never to threaten humanity again.

It caused a pang in Connor's chest to think about how he was unable to say goodbye to Hank. He couldn't imagine the lieutenant's reaction to hearing of his extermination as he surely would have by now. The detective was hard to read; pissed off at Connor one minute and the next he'd radiate warmth that the Android couldn't quite describe. He felt a bond with Hank, and was concerned about who would pay attention to his well-being now that he wasn't going to be able to do it himself. He sighed, wishing he could fill the lieutenant in on this whole plan. But there was too much risk. Hank worked for the police and he used to hunt Deviants like Connor… his friends would never let him in on the truth. They had to put their safety first. He understood.

Markus, North, Connor, and Simon were handed papers by Kamski. They all looked down at the information in front of them.

"Jesse Manfred, wife: Sarah Manfred, George Williams, and Audrey O'Brien. Your new names," the human beamed at his Android companions.

"Jesse and Sarah are legally married. Jesse is 35 and Sarah is 33. They have no children due to Sarah being medically unable to have children. They lived in Arizona until Carl needed assistance after losing his Android and son in the same year…" Elijah winked at Markus. "So his distant cousin's son and son's wife agreed to move to Detroit to stay with him and assist him with his health issues. In return, the two are officially on his will to obtain his home and assets when he passes. On their resumes, Jesse has a history of working as an insurance salesman while Sarah was a clerk for a law firm – both careers being hung up to dry while they stay with Carl."

"You've really thought of everything. I have a diploma here, a bank account set up, a birth certificate, and medical records… it all looks legit. This is crazy!" North shouted, flipping through pages in front of her. "A marriage license…" She looked at Markus. "Even paperwork confirming I worked at an actual law firm in Arizona… how is this possible?"

"The magic of technology, my dear," Kamski chuckled, placing his hands together in enjoyment at her reaction. "I have connections."

"Carl knows the full extent of this arrangement, right?" Markus questioned, looking slowly through his papers in disbelief.

"Yes, absolutely. He expects you back at his place this evening," the human informed the Android. "Now for you, Simon. Your name is now George Williams. 31. Single, bachelor. No children. No family. Accountant from Seattle who got offered a better job here in Michigan. Already set up. You will start in two weeks. Don't worry, you'll be able to access all the information you could ever need to know about being an accountant with almost no effort. It'll be easy work for you. You're basically a living calculator after all."

Simon shook his head slowly as he read through his files, incredulous.

"You'll have to find an apartment, but that should be rather easy seeing as I've filled up your bank account a decent amount and you have all your information and identification right there to start applying to places whenever you are ready. Until you have a move in date, you will be staying with me. I have a guest room upstairs just for you and you will be well taken care of," said Elijah, studying Simon intently.

Simon now donned chocolate brown hair, perfectly styled. He was clean shaven with hazel eyes, tan skin, thin lips and a dark mole on his jaw. He was about the same height as his last model, but had more girth to him on this one. The Android seemed shocked. "I'll finally be free."

Markus clapped Simon on the back and grinned.

"Last but not least, Audrey O'Brien. You're 35. Single, never married. No children. No family. You went to school for criminal justice in Portland, Oregon and are now in the police department over there, training will be starting for you next week…"

"Wait. I have to move to Oregon?" Connor asked, surprised at the unexpected news.

"I know, relax. This is what I had to work with. But this is good for you! You're wonderful with this kind of work. And it isn't forever. I'm planning to work it out so you can be a "transfer" to DPD maybe next year? Then you can come back and be in a familiar environment. Unless by then you'd prefer to stay in Portland, of course…"

Connor gritted his teeth, processing the new information. He wasn't sure how to feel.

"I already have a nice condo set up for you. Your bank account is filled to the brim, and I will be available by phone at all times, as I'm sure so will your friends here if you need them," Elijah said. "It is by no means goodbye. This is just an adjustment period."

"Wouldn't Connor working for the police be a hazardous job to have if he's trying to hide that he's an Android?" Markus asked skeptically.

Kamski sighed, putting his head down in what appeared to be a possible sign of annoyance. "If he's careful, it won't be an issue. In fact, it will give him and us good insight to if there's any more Android related crimes out there or any of you guys in hiding in other places. It's a good possibility there are Androids all over the country trying to survive in secret. He isn't going to be thrown into homicide right away or anything." He turned to Connor. "I don't think you'll be in nearly as much danger as you were working on the Deviant Cases with the DPD. Please don't worry. Besides, you're smart, Connor. I have faith that you will do what you need to do to keep your identity safe."

Connor sighed, raking his hands through his new, foreign hair. "I'll do my best."

"Good news," Elijah said over the phone enthusiastically. "I pulled some strings at the Detroit Police Department. Told them I knew a gal over in Oregon that knew her shit that was looking to transfer. I gave them your resume for you and it was as easy as that! I faxed you over some paperwork you need to fill out but it shouldn't take you long. You'll probably be able to start over here in about another month, if you want it!"

Connor sat up in his bed quickly, his hair flying in front of his face. He'd been lazing around with his puppy, Scout, in his lap when he got the call from Kamski. It was not something he'd been anticipating. In fact, it had been two years in Oregon already and he was already doubting he'd ever get to go back to see his hometown and his friends. "Are you serious?" He asked, his voice hitting a high pitched squeak of excitement. He didn't mind Oregon but even after everything that happened, he still felt homesick.

Connor had discovered from living in Portland that there were still Androids in hiding. In fact, there had been about five situations in the past year where the police department handled Androids that had been caught in hiding. All of those cases had been covered up by the media and all of those cases ended in the Androids either being immediately destroyed or them self-destructing from stress. Well, all except one, where the Android that was discovered had been hit by a car – exposing that it was definitely not a human. She didn't die right away, and a human came rushing in tears begging for her not to be killed. "She's my best friend," she screamed, holding her arms out in front of her fading robot. "When my husband died she was the only one who kept me going. Please. I'll keep her in my house more, I'll keep her quiet more, she won't hurt anyone – she has never hurt anyone. Please don't bother her." The woman was frantic. The sight made Connor tear up. It made him miss Hank. Not all humans were bad. Not all humans wanted Androids dead.

The Portland Police Department had made the decision to let the woman keep her Android – they were willing to look the other way. Connor wasn't sure if the 'droid even lived after the accident… getting Thirium and Biocomponents after the war became a Black Market Only type of situation. He couldn't risk interfering by tracking her down again and finding out. Part of him wanted to; to contact Elijah and get a stock of items to give to the woman. He learned her Android's name had been Ella. He desperately hoped Ella was okay. He was too afraid of getting found out to be involved. Guilt still shot through him sometimes, when he thought of Ella. He could have helped.

But seeing his team decide to show empathy for the Android that they legally could have and should have eliminated gave Connor hope. He felt optimistic after that day. There was the chance that someday, the humans would come around. His people wouldn't be illegal forever. There was no way. Not when so many good humans existed.

"Serious," Elijah responded, snapping Connor out of his thoughts. "Only if you promise not to let Lieutenant Anderson know who you are…"

The Android had a sensation almost comparable to dry mouth. "Is he… does he still work there?"

"Well, yeah." Kamski responded as if that question was unnecessary.

Connor swallowed. "I promise. Don't worry."

"Good man," he chuckled. "Sorry, Good woman."

Connor scoffed. "Whatever. So. You faxed the paperwork you said?" He scratched Scout's head absentmindedly. He got himself a Jack Russell Terrier after living in his condo for about two months.

Connor really liked dogs.

"Indeed. Their fax number is right on it as well. Send it back to them and let me know when they give you a call. Congrats, Officer O'Brien," Elijah chuckled and hung up the phone. He was never very good at formal goodbyes.

The Android giggled and scooped up his dog, pumping the pet in the air a few times in victory. "We're going to Detroit, Scout!" He grinned, holding the dog to his face where he received some gentle licks of affection.

I should be back soon! Connor sent a group text to Markus, North, and Simon after setting his puppy back down on the bed. He couldn't stop smiling. Pushing his red hair back behind his ears he laid back in his bed and waited for a reply.

From: Sarah Manfred - KAMSKI TOLD US! I'm so excited 2 see u! :*

The group of friends had to save each other in their phones as their legal names, just in case. There was no such thing as being too cautious. All conversations revealing their true identities were typically had by the phone, if at all. Anything else could be discussed in text messages.

Very excited to see you all. Plus, you will finally be able to meet my dog. (: Connor hit "send" and practically pranced to his fax machine in the living room. He couldn't describe this emotion as anything other than giddy.

Three years. Almost three years since the battle. Three years since Connor knew what it meant to be alive, to feel. It felt like an eternity ago. He stared at the calendar situated on his desk. He wondered how the time had gone by so quickly. In exactly a month it would be the three year anniversary of the battle. He wondered if Androids would ever get freedom. He wondered what would happen if more years passed, and people around him noticed his lack of aging. He wondered if this was their fate – to constantly change and forge identities, forever. Hiding away for eternity. Never having a real identity. Connor wondered if that was truly freedom…

"Officer O'Brien…"

"Yes, Fowler?" Audrey snapped out of her trance, responding to her superior.

"You've never been on a homicide case, correct?" The Captain questioned.

Yes, I've been on multiple. Under your command. "No, sir," Audrey replied, holding in her thoughts, almost wanting to laugh.

"Well you can start today. I'm promoting you to a homicide detective. You've excelled as a patrol officer at your previous place of work and have done flawless work since you've been here. Jewelry store downtown got robbed and the main sales clerk was found dead. Cameras were conveniently shut down before the robbery, so there's no footage. We need to find out the identity of the criminal. Should be a cut and dry investigation but I need someone on it today."

"Yes, sir," Audrey replied breathlessly. She had been aching for some action.

"Oh, before you start. We've had someone on leave the past six months. He left right around the time you showed up," he said. "A couple weeks before, I believe."

Connor had not been able to start at DPD for a few months after Kamski contacted him. There was some chaos in Portland, a small bomb went off and some officers had perished in the explosion. The perpetrator had been caught and incarcerated but it made transferring immediately feel wrong to Connor, so he stayed a few more months until they got more help and things settled down.

Jeffrey continued, "He'll be working with you. He's a seasoned veteran at all this but since he's been gone for a little while maybe your fresh eyes will help him out. I'm sure he won't mind having a cute new partner, anyway," The Captain joked.

Audrey gave a half attempt at a smile. But her thoughts were racing a mile a second. She knew exactly who he was referring to, exactly who she had been hoping would return every single day since she had started at the Police Center and heard about what was going on with him when she hadn't seen him right away.

Apparently, Hank had to go to rehab. He drank himself into severe alcohol poisoning one night and almost died. He was in the hospital for weeks and then rehab for months. Connor wondered if he was finally sober and clean. He also had been wondering if drinking that much was an intentional attempt at doing himself in. A memory flashed of a gun, sitting in the lieutenant's hand, a bottle just out of reach of the other…

The redheaded Android, pretending to be human, cleared her throat after being lost in thought and realized that she had not responded. "Yes, um, yes that's fine. When will he be here?"

"Jeffrey! Long time no see," a familiar voice bellowed through the office. "Ya miss me?"

Fowler rolled his eyes but smiled at Hank. The middle-aged detective was grinning, his silver hair pulled back in a loose, messy ponytail. It was a lot longer than Connor had remembered. A long button up striped shirt hung on Hank's frame, untucked. A jacket was tossed over it haphazardly and unbuttoned. The detective looked a little more worn down than when the Android had last seen him, but that was to be expected given the time lapse and what he had heard Hank had been through.

"Everyone missed you, Hank," The Captain grinned, giving Lt. Anderson a strong handshake. "By the way, I was just talking about you…"

"Only bad things I hope," Hank joked.

"This is Freshly Promoted Detective O'Brien. She has been here for the past few months. She's a transfer from the Portland Police Department in Oregon. She'll be your partner on your first case. Don't worry. It's an easy one. Not much going on lately, honestly," Jeffrey said with a nod.

Everyone in the office was looking at the lieutenant like he was a ghost. It appeared as if they'd not expected him to come back. When Hank took a second to screen the office, everyone looked away from him. He sighed and closed his eyes, as if it was a reaction he was expecting. The office smelled of stale coffee though, and that made it worth it. It was a smell he'd missed.

Hank opened his eyes after a beat. "Nice to meet ya, O'Brien." He put his hand own for a tentative shake; a greeting. It was something normal and expected, yet Connor felt frozen in place.

After an awkward hesitancy he put his hand out and felt weak as his ex-partner placed his hand in his own, shaking it firmly. "So. Fill me in. What kinda case we on? Anything interesting?"

"I'll leave you two to it," Jeffrey said with another nod as he turned back to his own office space.

Connor removed his hand slowly from Hank's grip. It felt so strange, knowing someone so well, and having them treat you like a complete stranger. His skin felt like it was going to fall off. He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous. He assumed it was just because he never got closure, never got to say goodbye to Hank. Hank reminded him of the war, of his former self, of Cyberlife…

"Uh," Audrey shook her head. "Sorry haven't had my coffee yet," a smile. "Plus I'm still in a little bit of shock getting bumped up to homicides."

"Congratulations. It's a lot more gross and a lot less exciting than you would imagine." Hank folded his arms and smiled. "Let's chug down some coffee real quick and you can fill me in on the case. Okay?"

Connor swallowed again, nervously fidgeting with his hair suddenly. Why am I acting like this? "Okay."

He knew that re-connecting with Hank was going to be very, very risky for him.

END OF CHAPTER ONE! ** Just to note: I plan on doing 13 chapters for this fic. All between 5,000 and 8,000 words a piece. Also, I'm hoping people enjoy my gender fluid Connor/Audrey creation. I know it'll be weird to get used to. I love the idea of Connor not having a real gender preference as he gets used to being Audrey and feels comfortable in any gender and any pronoun, though he is still most connected to "he" due to him having that when he was first alive.

Anyway! Let me know what you think. I'll work very hard to keep this fic regularly updated. Feel free to message me! Also you can find this work on AO3 under ROSERIKU and you can also find me on Twitter at ROSERIKU !