Before We Get Started:
You don't have to play the game "Detroit: Become Human" to understand this story. Sure, you'll understand the references I put, but this can be read by every RWBY fan.
Secondly, this is not a crossover between DBH and RWBY, this is a RWBY story that takes place in the DBH Universe. None of the characters from the game will make an appearance here, so don't get your hopes up.
Last but definitely not least, the beta reader and editor for this story is my writing partner; the one and only FeugoFox42. (Thanks a bunch, Foxy!)
Author's Notes:
Oh, boy. If we're being honest here, I'm really nervous about posting this.
But hey! I can't just let this story stay in my laptop for too long, it needs to be free~
And it shall be, as well.
So... enjoy!
Strangers: Become Lovers
Act I
D3V14NT
11:45
MONDAY
She was a SCHN33.
The most expensive model on the market.
And rightly so; she was the only one of her kind.
Why the humans didn't want to mass-produce more of her model, she didn't know.
She predicted it was either because her model was just too expensive to mass-produce, or it was some way for the seller-humans to market their product as a one-of-a-kind commodity to the human buyers, like an antique piece of pottery, or a centuries-old painting.
Only, she was the opposite of old. She was, in fact, the newest model of android created to date.
Her purpose? A personal ornament for humans to show their high status. A way for humans to show that they were indeed wealthy; wealthy enough to buy the most expensive model of Cyberlife. Like jewelry of sorts.
Only, unlike jewelry, she wasn't useless. If ordered to, she could complete any task; singing, answering any and all questions posed to her, and perhaps even fencing if her owner demanded it.
But she didn't have an owner. Yet.
So for now, her task was to simply stand and, as the selling-human said, 'look pretty'. That was her current Primary Directive: 'Look Pretty'.
It was a relatively simple task, one given to her by her creator and one that only those with clearance could deem fulfilled. She'd stand and give a smile at the customers who walked in and look at her, though most of them never even considered buying her. From the looks of it, all they did was admiring her and examining her, like an art piece from a museum.
It didn't surprise her. She was the newest, most expensive model, and she was designed to be flawless. Her skin was smooth and white like that of a porcelain doll. Her hair was snow white, tied in a perfectly-centered ponytail.
There was not a single scar marring her features.
The bell jingled as someone - a human, most likely - walked in. SCHN33's data-processor ran, and things slowed down considerably as she took in every detail of this new customer, predicting the probability of them buying her and becoming her owner.
-ROSE, RUBY-
-Born: 31/10/2023-
-[Young, inexperienced with true android interaction]-
-Gender: Female-
-Status: Student-
-[Student = Possible Low to Zero wage]-
-[Student Loan = no money of her own]-
-Chances of purchase: 4%-
She didn't wear anything special, either; a blank tank top underneath a crimson red, unzipped hoodie and black jeans, completed by a red and black pair of sneakers. The android didn't detect any jewelry of some sort on this girl.
Great. Another aimless human who came here 'just for kicks'. Just what she needed.
The girl took small, uneven steps, rubbing her upper arm as she gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings of the shop; all common traits indicating anxiousness. Their eyes met, and the android was momentarily stunned to find that pools of bright, metallic silver - a rare color for a pair of eyes.
The girl, Ruby Rose, smiled, and two options were laid before her:
-[SMILE]-
-[DON'T SMILE]-
The brunette's smile slowly vanished as she took the far more reasonable option.
This girl obviously wouldn't buy her; therefore, she was useless to the android; therefore, courteousness was not needed and would only serve to tire her even more.
As expected, the hooded girl walked around the shop, only briefly chatting with the human employee before going back to observing the models. The android noticed that she was particularly keen on one female model - a rare BL4K3 if she wasn't mistaken, one with black hair.
And all was well.
Until it wasn't.
Another human walked in, and this time, she didn't even need to analyze him to know he wasn't here to buy anything. No. Far from it.
He was here to take something - very forcibly, if necessary - if the mask and gun were any indications.
A robber. A criminal. A disease to humanity.
And she simply stood there and did as ordered; 'look pretty', not doing anything as the robber fired at the ceiling, demanding the cashier-human to give him the money, his anger-level rising when the panicked human refused to do so.
After all, why should she do something other than signal the police to send in assistance? She was merely an android — a valuable one, at that. To intervene would result in her potentially getting damaged and she could absolutely not let that happen. She was too precious for this. Too great to try and solve a middle-class human's problem.
Her eyes did, however, widen when the robber took Ruby Rose hostage, pointing a gun on her head, snaking his muscled-arm against her neck.
The girl put on a fight, but the android knew it was futile, especially comparing his weight and muscles and height with Ruby Rose's.
She didn't need to look in the mirror to find that her LED was flashing yellow.
She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Was this some kind of malfunction? A virus, perhaps?
Everything around her slowed down again, but this time, it was different.
The world was washed in shades of grey.
There was something inside of her, something she couldn't describe, that tried to break the barrier of rules that her makers placed upon her.
And that something struggled hard to break the barrier, slamming its own body against the barrier; a wall with a red text flashed up in her eyes reminding her of her primary directive.
-ORDERS GIVEN: LOOK PRETTY-
-[DO NOT DEVIATE]-
And the android realized what was happening to her…
She was fighting her directive, disobeying orders of her own free will.
The robber's finger hovered dangerously close to the trigger.
And the android was sure her LED was a glowing red at this point.
The 'something' which she could only classify as her soul - despite statistics and data telling her souls were a myth, and an android would never have one - brought up its arms up…
Then slammed them down, breaking the barrier.
And with that, a deviant was awoken from its slumber, gasping into wakefulness.
-ORDERS GIVEN: DISOBEYED-
Author's Notes:
As you can see, this story will be different from what I usually write, and that's mainly because-
A) I wanted to write stories with shorter chapters, and-
B) I based some of the aspects from the Detroit game itself, such as the "-[...]-" thing we do when we want to choose our options, just for the fun of it!
I based Weiss' character around Connor, only, instead of being disposable, she is the complete opposite. There will be two more characters which I base around Kara and Markus… care to guess who those characters might be?