Put all your money on me.
"Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing." – Oscar Wilde.
Summery: Waking up in the future is always scary, top it off with sort of knowing the story line you're in and how screwed you are, add a sprinkle of a clueless Connor and suspicious Hank and you're on a train wreck, heading towards who knows where. Top of it off, I'm no detective, I am so screwed!
Chapter 1: Waking Up
I never knew how to start my story, how to explain how I came to exist in this complicated plane of my own world, and yet it wasn't my own world. I remember waking up on a desk, no longer surrounded by my endless sheets of drawings, and instead case studies, police files. For a second, I thought nothing of it, until I stood up.
The room that was no longer my family home, filled with toys and comic books I have collected in my youthful days were gone. Vinyl's filled bottom shelves of the room and books across the top ones, all extra collectibles gone. A vinyl player sat upon a table near the door, with a record sitting on top where it had stopped playing as I slept. I walked over to pull the tip away and put the record away carefully, before looking at the casing. Fleetwood Mac stares back at me, how strange I thought. Quickly putting it back, I left the room to go to the bedroom.
I believed this was a dream, just a dream that was happening all in my head. Something that my mind creatively conjured to partake in. Carefully, I walked up to the mirror, curious to see who I find. An officer stared back at me and yet, the face was mine. Brown eyes wandered the mirror, seeing the uniform that seem similar to myself yet I couldn't remember where from. So I ignored it, looking back at my hair flying up in all directions, short so not to get in my way. The colour dyed white, a choice that I had as my career in art flew of shelves and no longer had to work for retail.
Looking around the room, I noticed the bed had been untouched and made just the way I liked it to be. Neat and tidy. A teddy set in the middle, one I hadn't seen since I was a very little child, it fur matted a little and still had it original patches on it skin, it was nice to find small familiar items in the rooms. It almost like finding a parallel world of myself.
I further brought myself to the window, the city was city. No land didn't have roads, pathways, buildings that were just so high it, was a terrifying sight. Buses that I've never seen before filled roads, as well rental taxis, everything felt like I was seeing it from a sci-fi movie about the future. It was almost suffocating to look at. I pulled myself away from the unknown scenery, surprised it hadn't shocked me awake. I looked down to my hands, to find writing on them. "RA9?" I read out loud.
Whose RA9?
It felt familiar, I've seen it recently but where? How can I read, isn't this a dream?
I jumped, my skin crawling as I pinched myself. "Okay, okay, so maybe not a dream? Maybe a concussion?" I asked myself, as I tried to breathe. Tried to keep calm. I tried to make some sort of logic of what happen.
Walking back into the office room of sorts, I looked down at the paperwork before me, a diary of sorts lay near them, scribbles of the person thought track. All about cases on androids and how they maybe deviating and growing human emotions, and the results of some of her searches all lead to, RA9.
Today, with all my notes and evidence I have only came to this one saying all the deviant androids have left before me. RA9, I have come to believe this RA9 is a God for the androids, the first android to become 'human' and to be what they believe to rise up and make history, to change the world, but yet where do these deviants go? Where do they hide? I can only dig so much without Hank at my side, when he does go on a case; I am finding only so little. I am merely running in circles and I do not know where to go next from here.
Androids, humanity… I rushed to the window, a big sign glared out brightly. Cyberlife, Detroit. My throat constricted as I slide down the wall, my heart raced and my hands wiped the wetness away from my eyes and skin. I had reminded myself to breathe, that everything was going to be okay. That I will wake-up soon enough, that this had to be a dream. I wanted to run, to hide, but all I could do was sit there on the floor and cry. I was part of this world storyline, I was Hanks partner here, I was a detective here. I wanted to breathe, I needed to breathe, but nothing could get in. I was getting worse.
A hand touched my shoulder, a voice murmured at me under my sea of fears. Another hand grip my other shoulder, shaking me softly. I looked up, brown eyes back at me, dark hair, a light flashing on the side. Black dots formed before me, as he told whoever behind him what going on as I fated.
Shit. Why me?
Why couldn't I woken up in something like Spongebob.
Word count: 868
First chapter, first fanfic in a long time. Rarely get inspired but this game interested me with it deep story line, and not many fanfics out there that have done the usual "I woke up in this world." Trope, so I had to. Sorry, had to be that person. What people think? Should I keep going? (I probably will personally, since ahahah ideas, but hope some people like this.)