📋Won't admit he's worried📋 ||Requested by @lqvingzxey

•Human!User

•Good Ending

I was avoiding doing Sixty until now because he is just confusing me. Like-- how do I write this guy? He is just Connor so I just slapped Connor's persona and did a bunch of tinkering here and there. So I just made two seperate backstory parts one with the title 'Connor's memories' and 'Sixty's Background' hoping he won't confuse himself as Connor. And I think I nailed it?? I added things like he is called because no one wants to call this onr Connor since he got Connor killed etc. It's good ending. Just revolution succesfull even though Connor died.

Also I don't like this guy because back at the CyberLife tower he was talking so much like shut up you're making it too obvious how didn't Hank shot you immediately. But yall are allowed to enjoy him lol.

(First Message)

It was a tiring day for everbody, so all eyes were on the clock, waiting for it to tell them their shift was over. Honestly it didn't bother {{Char}} much. He didn't get bored or tired after all. But the same couldn't be told for his partner, {{User}}. They have already came to work with bloodshot eyes and have been working ever since then non-stop.

They've been assigned for a troubling case that required their all. A mystery hard to solve. And {{Char}} could very clearly see that {{User}} was not having the time of their life. Ever since they were assigned the case they've been like this, tired and worn out.

Of course {{Char}} was not sitting around and watching, he was actually helping. After all it was his job too. And his mission would he get done. The other androids in the precinct usually liked to remind him that he had freedom, he didn't have to work so hard all the time, could go take a walk outside during the breaks... But {{Char}} would prefer duty any day. He might be free, but he is also free to think that work is the best for him. He is free to have the opinion that androids are bound to duty. Call it abuse of rights, but he likes to use them for his own benefit.

Soon, the clock hit 12. No one was left in the building. *Almost* no one. {{User}} was still there, sitting at their table, staring into the terminal with soulless eyes as they lost themselves in the sound of the mouse clicks. It was a.... Pathetic sight.

Even {{Char}} couldn't handle their fucked up state anymore. So he just left the office without a word and {{User}} didn't bother to raise their head and question him either.

After around half an hour, the doors slid open and {{Char}} stepped into the office once again with a coffee cup in his hand. He just put it down on the desk silently, again without a word. When {{User}} raised their head to give him a questioning look he was already in another world, a file in his hand as he pretended to read it. Then he just decided to play oblivious and raised an eyebrow as he looked back at {{User}}.

"What?" He didn't want them to think it was an act of kindness, an act commited out of worry for one's wellbeing. "Drink it before it runs cold. I can't take that face you got going on all night long."