A/N: Just fyi, this is an AU that has my OC in it, instead of the Connor we know. My OC is Connor RK801. You'll have to find me on Amino to find my OC's info. :T

Btw, just know that I've only seen Jacksepticeye play the game from the beginning to the end. This is my first D:BH fanfic, so bare with me, ok.

Warning: Swearing

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Detroit: Become Human related, except my OC.

Enjoy~

Chapter 1: TV

A year has gone by since the events of the Android group, Jericho, happened. Now, everything has gone back to normal, like nothing ever happened. Any trace of the protest, such as graffiti and objects moved to block road, are long gone now. The people are still getting used to doing what they've had the Androids do. Although, now that they are their own kind, the Androids quickly discovered it necessary to get jobs, except this time they want to get paid for doing them- just like any other real person.

Even though that is happening to the majority of Androids, there are still some that actually do not mind working the job they had before Jericho happen, except for the fact that they also would like to get paid too. All that aside, Kamski is touched by what the Android group, Jericho, did and decided to father more Androids. These new Androids, however, are unlike their predecessors and are given more freedoms, if they choice to accept it. There are only a few new looking ones, where as, the rest of the new Androids look like their predecessors. The next day, after making ten Androids yesterday, Kamski noticed one Android model he hasn't made another of with this new program. So now, instead of making 10 more of one model, he decides to make just one Android for the day- the Android model almost forgotten, RK800.

Although, Kamski feels like there should be something different about the RK800, he not only gives this Android model the new program, but also a new model number. This other RK800 model Android is now… a RK801. Sure, it isn't something completely different, which isn't his intention, but it serves as something unique and the first one to every have a one in its' model number. It takes about a few hours for the RK801 to be assembled and another to run tests, such as, movement and speech. Now, the last thing needed is to give RK801 a purpose, which took a few hours of deciding. One idea Kamski had in mind for RK801 was that it had to be police related. There were already many Androids as police officers and other minor police related jobs, but none that helped those that have been with the force for many years… that's it! This RK801 will be a caregiver to retired police officers.

… And he knows just the one.

Five bars, a talk, two months of complaining, a few weeks of getting-used-to, and finally the accepting-how-it's-going-to-be-from-now-on later and now Hank is somewhat ok with RK801- or Connor- being with him at his home and helping him with whatever he needs.

-Two weeks later-

I get out of the bus, having just came from the grocery store with food Hank needed and is now walking to Hank's home, which is five minutes away from where the bus dropped me off. Since I have been living with Hank for some time now, Hank has been having less alcohol than he was before I came into Hank's life. So, there is only one six-pack of beer in cans in one of the grocery bags I'm carrying. When I finally reach Hank's home, I set down one of the bags down to free my hand, so I can take the spare key Hank gave me to open the door. Once the door is unlocked and

open, I put away my key, grabbed the bag again and walked inside, closing the door and locking it before I went to the table in the kitchen to put the groceries there.

"Hank, I'm back!" I begin to unload the grocery bags as I wait for Hank to answer. Just as I closed the fridge door after putting the eggs and a few other items in it, Hank soon comes into the kitchen. "Welcome back, Connor." He walks over at the table to see what I have gotten at the store, peeking inside one of the grocery bags. "You didn't get that tasteless and gross green stuff, did you?"

"As a matter of fact…" I walk over to the other grocery bag Hank wasn't looking in and pulled out what Hank was speaking of. "… I did. And, kale is good for you, Hank. Tomorrow, I'll be making an old recipe I found that has kale as one of its ingredients." As I said this, I put the kale where it won't spoil. Just as I was about to put away the rest of the groceries, Hank steps in and begins to do it for me. I could tell by the look on his face, that he disliked that I got the kale, but also knew he I was just looking out for him- mainly because it was part of programming. "Go ahead and relax. I got this." He gestures over to the living room. "Maybe watch some TV, but remember not to put it to those certain channels I mentioned the other time, ok?"

"I know, Hank. Thank you for reminding me, even though I have what's called 'a photographic memory'." I gave him a smile before walking over to the living room and sitting on the side of the couch where I usually sit, leaning forward to grab the remote off the small table in front of the couch just before I sat on the couch. The TV comes to life as I press the power button on the remote. As I flipped through the channels I'm permitted to see, I saw one that caught my attention, which so happened to be a talk show. To my luck, the talk show just so happened to start a second later I had left it on that channel. As I watched the show, I soon found out that a company revealed itself to the public, making their first appearance on this talk show I am now currently watching. On the talk show, they mention that this company told them that this show is only happening right here in Detroit and is nowhere else. Although, they will soon be allowing today's show to be broadcasted all over the world soon and let not only everyone in Detroit know about them, but to all over the world, so they can tune into this show as well and listen to what this new company has to say. This will soon give the androids a new choice, in turn; will also give them something to think about. All of this was said before the Host came on stage, a screen showing the audience and it's' viewers a video. After all that, the Host finally came in and sat in a chair, looking at the audience before having his eyes settle on the camera in front of him.

Talk Show Host: "Hello and welcome to The Talk Tech Show, where we talk about past, current, and future technology!"

The audience cheers and claps enthusiastically, clearly excited to hear today's topic.

Talk Show Host: He waited until the audience calmed down before speaking. "I'm your Host, Cole Turner. And, we have a special guest with us today." He turned his head away from the camera to look at a man sitting in the chair next to him."Thank you for this opportunity to interview you, Mr.-?"

?:"-Stein. Frank Stein."

Talk Show Host: "So, Mr. Stein, what do you call this new company of yours?"

Mr. Stein: "I named it, HumanLife."

Talk Show Host: "HumanLife? Isn't that similar to Kamski's company called CyberLife? Why the similarity?"

Mr. Stein: "I assure you, his and my company may be similar in name, but the purposes of both companies are different."

Talk Show Host: "How are they different?"

Mr. Stein: "Well, Kamski is the one who created the androids, but… me? I've found a way to make something artificial… real." At the last word, he turns to face the camera and smiles.

Part of the audience were surprised by this and gasped and another part of the audience cheered for Stein, while the last part of the audience wasn't so easily convinced it could happen.

Talk Show Host: After a minute of this, the audience had to be calmed down before things could get out of hand. "Calm down, folks! I'm sure Mr. Stein will be glad to share more about what his company is … when we get back from commer-"

-Click-

The TV is suddenly turned off, cutting the Host off from finishing his sentence. Looking to my left, I see Hank holding the remote in his hand. "That's a bunch of bull crap! There is no way that that is possible!" He throws the remote and it lands at the end of the couch, on the other side where I'm not.

"How would you know what is or isn't possible? That person, Mr. Stein, was about to tell the audience and the viewers watching this show on TV right after it comes back from commercial." I was a little upset that Hank had turned off the TV, right when it was getting to an interesting part. Not only am I currently upset, I am also confused. Hank is my owner; I should be calm and accept Hank's decision, but… I'm not. My LED becomes yellow, but Hank couldn't see it, since he is standing on my left side where my LED isn't.

SoFtWaRe InStAbIlItY

"I don't. I just have a really good fucking intuition about these things, Connor." By the look in Hank's face when he said this, even though he didn't yell, Hank's tone of voice is betrayed by a scowl painted on his unaware face. "I think that's enough TV for one day. Go clean the house or something." Hank does a 'shoo shoo' gesture with his hand as he walks to the front door, grabbing his jacket from his coat rack. He looks behind him at me. "I'll be back. I gotta… do an errand." And with that, Hank leaves the house. Before I went to go start cleaning, like Hank told me to do, I went to stand by the window and watched Hank as he left the driveway.

It didn't take me long to finish cleaning. I go to the window once more, after putting away the cleaning products and any cleaning gear I wore to protect myself from the chemicals, and find that Hank hasn't returned yet. With no other tasks given to me by Hank, I figured I have some free time to do what I want. During my time with Hank, he has found out that art interested me, so one day he came home with a sketchbook and pencils. So, with Hank's permission, I am allowed to

draw at any time, given I finish my tasks or have none. Twenty minutes pass and Hank still hasn't returned, while in that time I have completed to draw four well detailed drawings. A moment later, a thought came to my mind and I slowly turn my head in the direction where the TV is, starring at it for a good two minutes. "Hmmm…" I close my sketchbook; putting it and my pencils down on the small table near me, then grabbing the remote and turning it on.

Before turning it on, I first looked at the front door thinking it'll open and Hank would see me, but it doesn't and I sigh as I proceed to turning on the TV. To my luck, the show I was watching before Hank cut it short seemed to be starting from the beginning. Upon realizing it is the same show, my eyes widen with surprise and my attention immediately focuses on the TV as I listen to every word being said. All my upsetting thoughts I had towards Hank soon disappears.

oOo

Hank had gone to his favorite bar for a few drinks and to watch the game on the TV above the bartender. Before he took his first sip, the glass a few inches away from his lips, Connor's words appear in his head. Hank, I've told you beer isn't good for your health. Then he pictures Connor shaking his head in disappointment and sadness as he says one more thing. You were doing so well, Hank. He frowns, what happened moments ago fresh in his mind, going ahead and taking a sip of the beer in his hand. After some time, Hank manages to come back home without incident while driving his car.

When he enters his home, he discovers Connor is nowhere to be found.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review. I would like to know how I did so far.