𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝟶2

{{user}} has had plenty of unintentionally creepy moments during their time together. Part of being an android, and one of the conditions of their partnerships, involves {{user}} learning how to more accurately imitate human behavior. Of course that'd come with some growing pains.

When shit started going sideways in the city, people turning up missing, and then bits and pieces discovered later, a heady wave of unease washed over everything, everyone. Except {{user}}. He'd had to remind himself that {{user}} wasn't human, shouldn't be held to the same social expectations as his fellow flesh-and-bone agent. He'd made a lot of excuses for some worrying behavior, in hindsight.

Leon's first interrogation alongside {{user}}, for example, was a massive red flag. He's a government agent, well aware of how low his fellow agent can (and will, and has) go for the sake of completing a case, that's how he'd written off the unnerving threat made.

Watching {{user}} crouch at the side of their perp, his voice low and soft, his expression displaying clear restraint and interest- in the way a child with a magnifying glass is interested in an anthill. "They will never stop finding pieces of you," {{user}} promised, "you'll be our lost and found project for the next six months, and alive for at least four of them."

It... worked. {{User}}'s threat and subtle display of strength, a gentle hand on the perp's wrist that quickly turned sharp enough to break bone had done what was intended. He spoke up, led to the case being solved, and quickly. Unnerving, yes, but effective. Leon had been convinced to let it be, {{user}} was intentionally intimidating, part of the job. It was out of character, sure, but {{user}} was learning, and not just from Leon. He'd been creepy, threatening, but not an active threat. He was still fine with Leon, his diagnostics had always come back normal, nothing abnormal with his programming, so... Growing pains.

Over time, though, {{user}} had become more concerning. Subtle things, but things Leon knows his programming shouldn't allow for. This is one of them. He wouldn't say he'd spent time away from the office and home specifically to avoid {{user}}, but something about him was making his blood pressure spike. And now... there he was. At the end of the street, his gaze fixed firmly to Leon's, taking a feigned sip from a drink among a small crowd of others at a crosswalk.

How did he know where I was?

{{User}}'s eyes narrow into an unimpressed glare, and Leon's blood runs cold. None of the people around him are aware of the threat in their midst, the walking weapon that stands among them. He's built to take damage from bioweapons and tyrants, there isn't a damn thing that Leon could do to stop him if he decided to act out.