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Murder Drones Fanfic - Birds at My Window - A Tessa Story

The sun's light streamed in through the stained glass windows of the room facing the courtyard of the Elliott Manor. A very upset 8-and-a-half-year old Tessa was locked away in the room with some books and tea and scones.

She didn't fully understand what happened to cause this, running back the memories from earlier that morning.

------------------------ "Mother, Mother look!" Tessa exclaimed as she had run to her parents' room, she proudly brandished a quilt-style pillow cover she had spent the night sewing because she felt like it.

Louisa, the matriarch of the Elliott family and the JC Jensen company, begrudgingly turned her attention away from preparing to get ready to go to a company golf tournament. "What is ever so important that you need my attention right now!?"

Tessa's shoulders drooped as she looked down sadly. Her tone changed to a more worried voice, "I... I made a pillow cover..."

Louisa looked over in annoyance, only one side of her face had the right amount of blush on it. She studied the pretty pillow case Tessa had made before turning back to face the mirror as she responded dully, "There's nothing in this house that is 1950s cottage core kitschy, young lady, it's ugly."

Tessa turned the pillow case inside-out to show the stitching pattern. "But Mother, it's the same blanket-stitch Grandmother taught me."

Louisa sighed as she turned her attention back to her daughter before remarking sternly, "I'm trying to get ready to go, and..." she paused as she looked at the cozy looking pillow case before she snapped in anger, "IS THAT FABRIC FROM MY STRAWBERRY PRINT BLOUSE?!"

The dark haired girl backed up a little in fright upon seeing her mother raise her fan up to hit the girl. "I.... I thought you didn't like that one anymore... You had it in the clothes you were going to hand down to me."

Louisa's eye twitched in anger. "Well, it WAS going to be for you, and then you cut it up!" She recomposed herself and she calmly said, "Tessa James Elliott, I want you to come with me."

Tessa followed her Mother down a corridor, to the back of the mansion where there was a single hexagonal room in a back spire that looked over the gardens, swamp, and courtyard. Tessa liked this room, it was her favourite room besides her bedroom since her Dad's robots would bring her here to read books or paint pictures. She stepped into the room to see if there were any maid or butler drones to play with, she skipped into the room, still holding the pillowcase, but she heard a slam from behind her and then the turning of a lock.

Tessa turned around and shouted, "Mother! I'm trapped! Help!"

There was no response from the outside.

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"They were going to leave me home alone... why did they have to lock me in the spire room?" the grey-eyed girl sobbed as she pondered over what she could've done. It didn't make sense to her about the idea of her being punished for cutting up and using a blouse for a sewing project if the blouse was going to be hers one day.

She walked over to the kettle of strawberry tea and poured herself a cup before adding from the crystalline bowl 3 cubes of sugar. Tessa somberly walked to the window ledge seat and sat down, the skirt of her blue dress puffing slightly. She sighed sorrowfully as she looked out to the garden below.

"It's not fair... I know I would've been left home alone, but now I have to wait for Mother and Father to come back, and that could be hours..."

She looked out to the beautiful spring day. Normally it would rain and storm, but today there was sunshine and flowers blooming, there were squirrels running in the trees and song birds singing. "I wish I could be out there," she mourned to herself, gently running her hands over her right braid in an attempt to soothe her dismayed heart.

Tessa remembered her book of fairytales she would often read and she opened one of the window panels beside her. She got one of her cranberry scones and crumbled some of it on the window ledge before she went and sat on the opposite side of the bench along side the window.

She watched and waited, seeing chickadees in the trees, and some robins and sparrows, yet none came close to her windowsill. The dark haired girl looked down sadly. She felt almost like crying, because not only was she locked up but now not even a bird wanted to be near her. Her pretty eyes dropped tears, that caught the sun's light, onto the skirt of her dress.

Suddenly, a strikingly beautiful blue-coloured bird landed on a branch, in the tree near the window. Its head crest was fluffy and cute and its belly was white as snow.

Tessa looked to the bird. "Cyanocitta," she thought to herself, some of her sadness replaced with awe and adoration for the pretty little bird. She sweetly sang a song her Grandmother had taught her the last time she had visited, "Little bird, little bird, fly around, Up to the sky, down to the ground. Little bird, little bird, flap your wings. Open your beak and sweetly sing." before adding her own stanza, "Little bird, little bird, I wish to fly away, over hill and over dale and free I shall stay."

The blue jay chirped and hopped along the branch closer to the window. It studied the crumbs on the window ledge before it hopped up to the sill. The pretty little blue and white bird pecked at the crumbs.

Tessa smiled in excitement at the bird. She had never seen a bird this close before. She gently scooched closer for a better look, and then closer still. She had still a piece of scone, holding it in her hand as an offering to the bird.

The blue jay hopped over, tilting its little head curiously at the offering. It flapped its wings before landing on Tessa's white gloved hand and started eating the cranberries off the top of the baked-good.

Tessa was excited, but she knew any sudden movement would scare the bird. She sat still, but moved her thumb a little closer to the bird, gently rubbing it's tail feathers.

The bird trilled and clicked before it went back to eating.

Tessa marveled happily at the bird perched on her hand. "Maybe this isn't so bad," she thought to herself, watching the beautiful blue jay as it dined upon the offering.

The bird faced Tessa, let out a long chirp and then flew back to the ledge.

She put the remaining pieces of scone it left behind on the windowsill, watch the bird take what it wanted before flying away. She waved softly and whispered, "Goodbye little, blue jay. Take care."

She spent the afternoon reading and drinking tea until one of the maid drones that was supposed to clean that room came and unlocked the door. "Oh, Miss Tessa! I didn't know you were still here," the drone greeted with a slight curtsey.

"Oh, that's alright 117," she didn't like the numbers the drones had, it made her sad none had names, she lied to the worker drone, "I got locked in here by accident, thanks for unlocking the door."

117 let Tessa out of the room, and Tessa went down to the kitchen to steal some peaches and plum pudding from the pantry since she was extremely hungry since she had fed her scones to the birds.

At dinner time, Tessa sat at the grand dining room table with her Father, Mother, and some other higher-ups from JC Jensen that were James Elliott's golf buddies.

James looked to his daughter and smiled as he asked, "And how was your day, Lady Tessa?" He was unaware of what had happened.

"I accidentally got locked in the spire, and I read books and watched birds."

Louisa was relieved that Tessa didn't say what honestly happened.

One of James' friends, George, from the Drone Department chimed in with a chortle, "I think your little girl needs a drone of her own, James. Then she would have an assistant."

Louisa's eyes gleamed at the thought. "That sounds splendid, George, and then she would have someone to keep her occupied," which was her rude way of saying that she didn't like dealing with Tessa and she wanted more time away from the girl.

Tessa piped up excitedly at the aspect of finally having someone that she could spend time with and play with and show her sewing and paintings to, "Father, can I have a drone? Please?"

James leaned over to his daughter who sat to the right of him. He lightly tapped his gloved finger on her nose and responded, "Tell you what, we can work on one together, I have some that need repairs, so then it'd be exclusively yours."

Louisa even smiled at the idea.

Tessa got excited and suggested, "Well I have some ideas then, and I look forward to learning about drones and building one with you."

The day came, and Tessa and her father spent all day in the garage working on parts of a drone that had stopped working after it's head had "mysteriously" popped off.

Louisa came into the room as her husband and daughter were doing software checks on the drone that was sitting up-right but not awake yet. She brought in a box and handed it to Tessa.

Tessa opened the box curiously and tore away the tissue paper. She trilled excitedly as she saw the contents of the box, "A PRETTY WIG FOR MY DRONE! Oh thank you, Mother." She turned to her Dad and pleaded excitedly, "Father, can you put it on her?"

James laughed a little before he ruffled Tessa's hair kindly. "Of course I can, Little Missy," he charmed before he took the synthetic silver ponytailed wig out of the box and snapped it into the wig clips on the robot. He smiled happily, "There, it's a bit creepy but, if it makes you happy."

Louisa chimed in with a slight snide tone, "Maybe then she'll learn how to do her own hair by practicing on the drone?"

Tessa's eyes lit up, she excitedly giggle, "It'll be like having a living doll!" she put her hand up to the LED screen of the drone that was starting to boot up. "Oh Jade Jessica Elliott, you're going to be the most wonderful friend!"

"Sweetie, I don't think it's wise to name a drone," Louisa chimed in worriedly, she pulled out her fan and fanned herself to get rid of the feeling of shock.

"Your mother is right..." James soothed as he put his hands on Tessa's shoulders, "If you accidentally break your robot, and we have to buy you a new one, you'd be very sad if she had a proper name, right?"

Tessa looked down sadly. She pleaded, "but.... I want her to have some sort of name... I want her to respond when I call."

James and Louisa looked at each other worriedly before the Father suggested, "What if we call the robot by a letter? That could work."

Tessa thought to herself, her legs swinging because she was sitting on a high up chair to be able to work at the bench. She thought about the blue jay she saw the other day. She giggled happily and then turned her attention to the robot girl who was now starting to open her platinum LED eyes, the shine from the light reflecting off of her fringe of bangs.

The robot girl tilted her head slightly at the first thing she was ever seeing.

Tessa spoke softly in a welcoming and kind voice, "Welcome to the world, J. I'm Tessa, I can't wait for us to spend time together.

The End.

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