2038

2 years prior to current.

. . .

Gavin Reed was a detective who worked for the Detroit Police Department. He was as dependant on coffee as androids were on thirium, and he was also rude and disrespectful. Gavin is arrogant and had always shown a disliking to androids, which had to work beside him. Ew.

Gavin was looking through a case file and found a picture of a damaged RK800. For whatever ruthless reason, he found the image amusing.

"Hey, Tina, look at this," Gavin said to his friend who was working at a nearby desk. As Tina began to roll her chair over to Gavin, a gunshot rang out down the hall followed screams that seemed to echo off of each other.

Alarmed, Gavin reached from the gun as the room was abruptdly invded by a swarm of androids all wielding guns. Gavin stared in a stunned horror as the guns pointed in every direction and triggers were pulled, resulting in the dropping of human bodies. Gavin saw his co-worker Hank Anderson be grabbed by two androids, held at gunpoint and escorted out of the room.

Gavin instantly hid under his desk, his gun readied in his hand. Gavin peered out. "Tina!" he hissed to his friend also on the ground. Tina had been shot in the leg. Tina looked at Gavin dragged herself over to him as swiftly as possible, her damged leg dangling uselessly behind her. As Tina was about to reach Gavin, an android grabbed her hair and dragged her back. The android stradled Tina and shot her in the face before either detective could do anything.

Gavin watched. His blood ran cold with horror and dread as he looked at his friend and her now blood-splattered face. He receeded further back against his desk, his eyes wide and his hands slightly shaking.

More gunshots rang out and soon all screaming ceased. Gavin noticed the dead bodies littered around the floor. People he knew, people he had worked with. Gavin stared at Tina and a choked gasp escaped him before he swiftly smacked his hand over his mouth.

Gavin heard footsteps going towards him and two androids suddenly crouched down in front of him. One of them was a TR400, and the other was no other than RK900 - an android that Gavin worked with. It went by the name of 'Nines'.

Nines looked at Gavin with his eyes showing little emotion. "Spare him."

The TR400 looked surprised but it nodded. Gavin was flushed with confusion. Why didn't they just kill me? Either way, he wasn't complaining. Gavin was glad to have been spared, but he was also frightened for whatever the future would hold.

The RK900 walked away as the TR400 handcuffed Gavin with his own handcuffs. How ironic. Gavin looked at the dead bodies scattered on the floor, grief and shock clawing at his scarred chest as he was escorted out of the building.

. . .

2040

Present.

. . .

Gavin was worse than he had ever been. Karma really did bite him in the ass this time. On top of being physically and mentally exhausted, he had spent his days working for the androids to suit their needs. Every night he was given whatever food the androids decided to give him, usually a small amount of something that was out of date. Gavin also recieved water twice a day, and thankfully it was clean water.

He was in the middle of scrubbing clean some cream spilt on carpet. Apparently some androids had the ability to safely consume human food, and quite frankly, they enjoyed it. Gavin was unsure of how that would work but he never stopped to question it.

Gavin's bloodshot eyes had dark bags under them. The androids didn't allow him much time to sleep - each night Gavn would get between thirty minutes to six hours sleep. Seven or eight if he was lucky, or didn't work the following day.

Gavin had four days off a month. A Tuesday every two weeks, and two days he could cash in whenever he needed it. This excluded when Gavin was sick or injured. Although he couldn't infect androids, they understood that if Gavin was sick he wouldn't be able to work as well. Somehow they didn't make the same connection with sleep, unless they have and just don't care.

Gavin eventually got rid of most staining, but it did take him quite a while to acomplish such.

As he was working, Gavin heard some androids discussing something and he decided to listen.

"... That fucking human anyway! Sure, he works, but he can do way better. Plus, he has poor hygiene."

"It," another android corrected. "Humans don't deserve proper titling."

"I'll try to take care of it," a familiar voice chimed. It took a moment, but Gavin recognised the speaker. Connor? "It has, well, wronged me in the past, but clearly none of you want it. So I'll take it under my wing-"

"But you don't have wings," a female android chipped.

"Shut up and let Connor speak."

So it is Connor.

There was a small silence before Connor continued. "... and make it my personal worker. It can stay in it's uh, cage, but I presume you were going to make it do that anyways."

"Correct. That settles that. Tell me how you go in say, a month. Dismissed."

Gavin heard footsteps headed in his direction so he swiftly scurried away. Personal worker. For Connor. Gavin never thought he'd see the day. But, to be fair, none of this was expected. Even if the time Gavin had spent as a slave was two years, waking up still surprised him at times.

"Hello, Gavin. It's been a while."

Gavin looked up at Connor. He stood up and nodded. "Yeah. I haven't seen you around here."

"I recently transferred from another homing facility," Connor replied. "Instead of being seperated by homes, like most humans, us androids tend to reside in large buildings. Like this one."

"Yeah, I've seen a lot of androids around here."

"As expected. Could you show me to your personal space?" Connor asked.

"You mean my room? Sure, I guess." Gavin almost snapped at Connor as his brain nearly slipped into old habits. But he had to be careful now. Connor was Gavin's owner now. That thought made Gavin shudder and have some understanding of how pre-dystopian androids must have felt.

Gavin had heard that Elijah Kamski and a handful of Cyberlife workers were kept alive to keep producing new models and provide the androids with Thirium and bio-componants. But these were only rumours, and Gavin didn't really know what to believe anymore.

Gavin led Connor to where he stayed. It was a room with rough, white walls and one large window facing into the rest of the building. At the opposite end there was a small window at the very top, just below the ceiling.

Gavin had a chest with a few changes of clothes, a small table with a pillow next to it, and a mattress which had a sheet, a pillow and a blanket. On the table there was paper with a few pens and pencils beside it.

"You have paper and pen," Connor said. "Why?"

"I asked for it. It's a good source for venting and it helps me to not go crazy."

Gavin had a book where he vented all his feelings and kept a diary. It was kept in his blanket, as it had a small zipper. He didn't want to risk androids seeing it in case they got angry. It contained some pretty harsh feelings which probably enduce some form of unhappiness.

"Hm. I see," Connor nodded. "Thank you. I have stepped up to be your main carer, Gavin, therefore I will be providing you with meals and whatever else you need, like you have always been recieving. But in this case you are working for mostly me and doing other tasks I ask you to. Got it?"

"Oh. Okay, cool." Gavin didn't know how he would react naturally as he already knew all this. It likely would've came naturally if everything was normal and he and Connor were co-workers at the Detroit Police Department, but things weren't the same any more. Gavin didn't even know how many humans were left.

"You can start tomorrow, I'll let you have the rest of the day off. It will not cost one of your chosen days off." Connor then walked away. Connor really was not expecting Gavin to be so neutral, especially considering how Gavin had formerly treated him.

Gavin spent the day drawing in the paper he kept revealed to the androids. At around six pm, Connor walkd into the room with a RT600 following him. The Chloe android set down a plate on the table next to the art.

"Connor asked me to bring this to you," Chloe said before turning and walking away.

"I researched some simple human foods so you could eat something bit higher in quality than your usual meals," Connor said. "This is what humans would label as 'grilled cheese'."

"Woah. I appreciate this, a lot. Thanks," Gavin responded. It wasn't often that Gavin got a heated meal, unless he had made it himself. Gavin ate both slices of the grilled cheese. "This is great."

"I'm glad you like it. Goodnight, Gavin," Connor said before leaving the room.

Maybe things were turning around for Gavin.

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Author's Note

Welcome to Darkened Skies! I wasn't sure whether to leave a note or not, but here I am. This chapter isn't my best work, but things will definitely pick up. This chapter was just introductory, and the next one or two chapters may be as well. Thank you for reading, stay tuned for more! I hope you are as excited to read more as I am to write more.

P.S, I'm sorry about any mistakes.

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