#Murder Drones J x Reader

[wafflexdguy]

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--Uzi--

-If you somehow have the ability to smell, the smell of oil would never leave from her. If you ask about it, she'll just try and change the subject. Unless you already know about it. Then she'll just take a shower.

-She uses the tail she has a lot around you. Usually to tease you, such as:

-Picking you up by the leg (while also making sure you don't hit your head on the ground in the process)

-Mimicking your voice with it. Kind of like what she does with N in the camp episode.

-Bonking you with it. Lightly, mind you. But she'll usually do it to let you know she's getting annoyed with you.

-She honestly doesn't know if you're good or bad, just that your good to her.

--N--

-He's surprisingly really good at playing Uno. You played it with him once, and he won every game against you. Uzi even got involved just to see if she could beat him. She couldn't.

-In a universe where funny things exist, this gentleman (bot?) is literally the first one to always open the door for you. Even if he's somehow miles away, he's always somehow there to open the door for you.

-He can guess if you're feeling sad, even if you have a poker face. It's just with you specifically for some reason, but he somehow always knows.

--V--

-Almost mistook you for another worker drone once. Once she realized that it was you, she felt horribly about it in her mind, but her body language is literally giving off 'fuck you' energy.

-Make no mistake, she does love you. Just don't push her boundaries or get yourself stuck in situations where she constantly has to bail you out, and you should be good.

-She hates gen z humor.

-She still kills, but it's mostly if anyone tries to hurt you or her. Otherwise, she spends too much time around you or the others to really have time to kill anyone.

--J--

-Don't ever ask her for a break, you're just going to get a bunch of moaning and bitching. That, or she'll just pretend she didn't hear you and fly off.

-I don't have many headcannons for her, but one stands out: she's not a complete asshole to you.

-For example, she's more vulnerable towards you, letting her guard down most times. Having open body language, and just complimenting you overall.

-It's subtle hints like those that you really have to look out for in order to make her at least somewhat bearable to work with. Mind you that moments like those are rare, but not rare enough where you won't pick up on them.

--Cyn--

-She's just an overall Douch bag. She loves you, but it's usually in her own twisted sense of it. That's how you can tell that she's never been loved herself.

-Ever since you met her, you always piqued her interest. That's what gravitated her towards you instead of others like Tessa or any other worker drone. You were special, in a sense.

-Make no mistake, she is not soft towards you in any sense. She could induce physical harm to you, but why do that when she has something called: The Ability to Speak.

-Usually just wearing you down mentally, that is. She'll never directly insult you, instead just making it known that she wants you to know that you are not loved. Except for a special someone. Guess who that is.

[ametistacollinsworld]

𖤓 V, J and N x Child! Realistic Human drone! Reader 𖤓

My 66 request! I hope it's good!!! >:3

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You don't remember exactly when you were created, who your creator was… or what your purpose was…

You just remember waking up one day with no memories and your entire spaceship shaking violently while the control panel let out several error noises or loud heat warnings that scared you, which made you curl up in the fetal position under one of the control tables and closing your eyes being scared. The next thing you knew, the spaceship crashed hard against the ground, making you hit your head against the table and fly to the ceiling of the spaceship before ending up face down on the floor, which made you whimper.

★ᯓ Some time later ᯓ★

You don't know how long it's been since you arrived at this place, maybe a few hours? You really had no idea.

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you started to hear the sounds of footsteps approaching where you were, followed by 3 voices that seemed to be discussing something that you unfortunately couldn't hear very well from inside the ship. You soon heard a loud noise coming from the direction where the door was, followed by a loud 'BAM' sound!

"Look for any sign of another group being here. We don't want them to possibly stay in our already designated patrol area. You look inside the spaceship since you're a useless N, while me and V will look around for any clues." A female voice with a superior and somewhat bossy tone spoke loudly followed by a "Right!" feminine voice and an "Okay!" masculine voice.

You huddled further under the table if possible, trying to control your breathing so you wouldn't get caught… Which soon proved useless after a few minutes, as you locked eyes with a pair of yellow eyes belonging to the male murder drone that was now lowered, looking straight at your small, cowering humanoid figure. He seemed to sense your nervousness.

"O-Oh! Hey little one! Y-you… you're not a real human… are you? Uh…" N spoke quickly, rambling softly approaching a hand slowly towards your small figure, the that you pulled away from his touch still feeling scared.

"Oh… I'm sorry little one. I didn't even introduce myself, did I? My name is N! What's your name?" N asked calmly giving you a smile trying to make you feel more comfortable with him.

"(Y/n)…" You said softly looking at him shyly, which he gave you a content smile.

"(Y/n)? What a cool name! How about you come down from there so I can see you better?" N asked with a soft beam, still trying not to scare you, which seemed to work, as you crawled closer to him holding his winter coat in your little hands, which he screamed internally, finding you adorable.

"Okay (Y/n), can I hold you?" N asked with a soft tone stroking your head slowly. You just nodded receiving a happy smile from him, feeling him take you into his arms and hold you against his chest.

"Uh- J? V? I think I found something…" N spoke out loud for the female drones to hear. Some grumbling from the leader was heard.

"I hope it's really important or I'll rip your legs off N!" J spoke in the distance, not seeming to be satisfied with N's vague announcement.

"Oh biscuits-…" N spoke softly seeing the two female drones flying towards the two of you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Time break

Well, we can say that J and V were at least surprised by the new discovery made by the male drone, V just watched you from afar with confusion and curiosity… while J didn't even make a sarcastic comment about N! He was safe from J… for now.

"Well? What should we do with them? They're clearly not a real human- at least that's what my sensors indicate… but they still look like a small child…" V spoke with an uninterested tone, but with a hidden hint of worry for what might happen to you if they left you behind.

"Well, my sensors indicate the same result- So I guess it's a fact." J spoke with her grumpy tone, but now with a thoughtful expression as she looked at your small figure who seemed to have fallen asleep. N sighed softly at the words of the two drones.

"S-So? What are we going to do with them? They can't stay here, they're just a kid! Can we keep them?" N asked quickly with a worried expression, not wanting to lose his new friend, meanwhile stroking your hair slowly so as not to wake you, which J rolled her eyes at his actions.

"Of course we'll keep them. Even though they're not a real human, they were still inside the company's spaceship… so they must be one of ours. We must take care of them." J spoke slowly, giving N a look that told him to keep quiet and not interrupt her. V turned away to hide the small smile that formed on her lips, she was happy that you were safe.

"Really?! Thanks J! I'll be the best caretaker in the world!" N initially spoke in an excited tone, but soon calmed down remembering that you were sleeping, giving a happy smile to J and then to your sleeping form.

"Don't thank me. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for the company." J spoke with a tone of disgust, rolling her eyes once again and crossing her arms.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Time break

We can say that the small group quickly became attached to you, treating you as a true kid to them.

N from the beginning, has adored you, finding you adorable and wanting to take care of you, becoming your full-time caregiver, as well as hunting down Worker drones to feed him and you fresh oil! He almost threw a cute fit when you called him 'Papa' for the first time, so you're definitely a weakness of his. :)

V also thought you were cute from the beginning, but having to maintain the 'feelingless psychopath' mask and try not to interact with you too close to the other two so as not to raise suspicions. When the other two left her to take care of you, she loved to play with you, tickling you or kissing your cheeks, making you laugh. She was touched when you called her 'Mama', thinking you were the cutest thing she could have ever known.

J… well, we can say that she didn't really know what to feel about you, but other than that, she also tried her best to take care of you, whether it was for the company or not, and over time she warmed up and became more protective of you, giving you the title 'Little assassin in training'. She was a little embarrassed when you called her 'Mama' for the first time, but then she liked it and said it was okay if you wanted to call her that.

They were a bit shocked when they discovered the killer part of you on the loose, taking place on one of their many Worker drone hunts, where N was watching you and suddenly you had transformed into something less humanoid and more robotic and was following J and V… and in the blink of an eye you were in front of them both and already ended up with an entire colony alone. They were surprised, but kind of proud too-

Basically 1 new papa and 2 new mamas for you :]

[amphibiahawks321]

V : You're just a worker drone who's destined to work nine to five!

WDM!Reader : Well you're just a moron for a murder drone you sentimental toaster!

[Both of you start glaring at each other intensely]

WDM!Reader : .....

V : .....

[V immediately starts carrying WDY/N's whole body pins him against the wall and both of you immediately starts making out]

5 Minutes later

[both of you separate from the kissing]

WDM!Reader Blushing : Pant i didn't mean what I said...

V Blushing : Pant whatever.... Me too....

[Both of you went back making out and V started carrying WDY/N to his bedroom]

[stellarfractal137]

(first time doing it)

J x DD reader(male if you ok), after episode 8 comforting her. T_T i feel sad for her fr

J - You're safe now

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Reverse comfort

Notes: I found this idea super cute, and not gonna lie, I feel kinda sad for her too, I think she deserved better. Like, she literally doesn't appear after Cyn's fight (from my knowledge). Don't worry it being your first time because this is also the first time I did comfort stuff. Also, I didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, so I went with a oneshot as it felt more natural for this. Anyways, hope you like it and that's it.

After the events of the fight with Cyn, with you siding with Uzi, you went flying to search for J since she was missing. I literally just noticed that she just falls into a hole and never comes back.

You went down a hole close to where you last saw her, and found her sitting and hugging her knees with her eyes widened.

"Are you okay, J?" You asked, with genuine worry, as you went up to her.

"W-Where's Boss?!" She asked, looking around, trying to see if she's close.

"Um, she kinda..." You paused a bit as you got close to her, trying to look for the right word. "...died?"

She looked at you in pure shock, not believing your words.

"She died?!" She got up quickly, but then suddenly made one of her arms into a blade and pointed at you, making you step back defensively. "That's a lie! Boss would never die! S-She can't..."

She looked a bit sad, not believing the possibilty that Cyn's dead after being basically enslaved by her this whole time. You just put your hand on her blade, pushing it out of the way, with her not even reacting to it.

"Well, don't ask me how it happened, but yeah, Uzi killed her." You tried to reassure her with a soft smile.

J just silently retracted her blade and fell down on her knees.

"S-So, it's over?" She asked, looking up at you. "It's all... finally over?" You kneeled down to her level, with her eyes following you.

"Yes, it's over now." You said, slowly hugging her.

She slowly hugged you back, her head over your shoulder and her yellow visor taking the form of crying eyes.

"I-I'm sorry..." She suddenly apologized in a low voice. "I'm sorry for taking her side."

"It's fine, J." You tried reassuring her. "You just thought it was only choice." You started slowly rubbing her back to hopefully calm her down. "But it's fine now, you're safe from Cyn, you can relax."

For a while, you kept rubbing her back as she silently let you, until she spoke up.

"Will you guys... accept me into your team...?" She asked with a bit of hope in her voice.

"Well, I don't know about the rest but at least I'll accept you back and I will make them accept you." You said with a half hearted chuckle, hoping she'll laugh too, and she did slightly that.

"T-Thanks, I guess." Her voice was still low, but it was noticibly better. She pulled away a bit from the hug, but still hugging you. "I think I'm fine now."

"That's great, J!" You congratulate her. "Do you wanna go back to the surface now?" You asked and she nodded. "Alright, then. Let's go."

You slowly pulled away from the hug, both of you getting up. You turned around and opened your wings to fly away, but suddenly J grabbed your hand, making you retract them and look back.

"Really, though, thank you..." She looked a bit ashamed to say it, looking down like she just lost her pride. "I-I think I would just give up and die from overheating if you didn't come for me..." She hesitantly admited. "So, t-thank you..."

"Awh, J," You smiled at her, knowing it must be difficult to say this. "That's the nicest thing you ever said to-"

Suddenly, J turned her other hand into a blade and pointed it at you.

"One word of this gets out and you're dead, got it?!" She had an angry and serious face while saying it, making you chuckle a bit.

"Alright, I get, you're the boss." You chuckled softly a bit more, and for one more moment, J slowly gave the most sincere smile she ever did.

[morgan-va]

Story Masterlist:

Murder Drones:

A Heart in the Machine (Serial Designation V x Reader: Masterlist

Corporate Dread (Serial Designation N x Reader): Masterlist

Loyalty Rewired (Serial Designation J x Reader): Masterlist

[liminarystars]

summary: worker drone! reader, escaped from the hands of another murder drone. so, n, being the cinnamonroll he is, comforts them <3

character: n

a/n: i need to watch md again, it's been too long.

✎ n wouldn't let anyone or anything touch you. it could litterally be a bug and he would keep you away from it.

❛ n, it's just a ant... ❜

❛ but still! ❜ :(

✎ he's trying okay? just let him baby you for a while.

✎ I feel he would be the best at cuddles, like????? he's the definition of a golden retriver. he would be affectionate and snuggly x10 when you're upset.

✎ he's wrap his tail around you, but is extra careful not to poke you with the nanite acid, he doesn't want to hurt you more.

✎ he's be down to talk about it, that is if you'd finished crying or being silent. he wouldn't pressure you though.

✎ but no, I think he's get a bit snappy and paranoid, like just a tad. like he is paranoid you'd get hurt again and he'd snap at v from how paranoid he is.

✎ like he's just a anxious baby.

© 2024 liminarystars - all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate or plagerise my content.

[wafflebroski]

If you're taking requests can you do Uzi, N, J, and V with a worker drone reader that's really good at building and inventing things. Like from small gadgets to make life easier to big things like weapons.

If you're a bob the builder drone? Sure!

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Uzi

You kinda remind her of herself. She does enjoy building some cool gadgets from here and there (*Cough* Railgun *Cough*) so she will ask if she can help you build some gadgets that are either cool or helpful.

But don't let her go overboard with it. Suddenly, she's building another railgun because you have all these supplies and it's soooooooo convenient.

Like I said, don't go overboard.

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N

He'd find it impressive and cool that you're interested in something that you actually like to do.

He'd help you find some parts that you need that you otherwise wouldn't be able to get.

Other than that, he'd ask you if you could fix his... Oil problem.

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J

First things first, can you build something that could help her and her objectives?

If not, than don't even bother telling her that your interested in building gadgets. She wouldn't care.

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V

At first, she would act careless about it. Apathetic even.

But after you build something just to impress her (which can be whatever) she'll immediately be impressed.

She'll actually stop acting as a flirty nuisance and actually compliment you normally.

Next thing you know she's asking you if you can build something that can break through those doors that she's been trying to get past of for a month.

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I didn't really have a long prompt for this, so sorry.

EDIT: Grammar and spelling mistakes

[veritate-lol]

Hello can I request Headcannons and if you feel like it short interactions of how the other Serial Designation and Uzi feels about the SD reader who basically acts, dresses, and fights like Sans.

Some suggestions: N and reader have a sans and Papyrus like relationship, Uzi meet reader the same way as Frisk, and J would probably not be a huge fan of the reader's puns out of everyone else

Sure! I'm sorry, but I didn't do V. I just didn't have any ideas for her

Murder drones x sans!reader

-When you first met Uzi she was pretty freaked out, until you made a pun

-Uzi would probably get pretty annoyed by the puns but still hangs out with you

-she probably laughs at the occasional pun (not on purpose though)

-she definitely underestimates you

-she doesn't mean to. she just can't see you, with all your puns, winning a fight

-N definitely sees you as an older sibling

-you are very protective of him

-unlike Uzi, N enjoys your puns (mainly because when you're around him you make puns to cheer him up)

-N finds comfort in your voice and attitude

-whenever he feels sad, you are always there to cheer him up and stay with him until you feel better

-J's the only one who knows what your capable of (she doesn't, she just thinks she does)

-she only knows because you got tired of her treating N badly

-after that she became more cautious around you and N

-she respects you and hates you

-she absolutely hates your puns (why make jokes when you can show everyone just how powerful you are?)

[pukefactory]

꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ PSEUDOHUMAN ‧˚₊꒷꒦

⊹ Summary: A compilation of headcanons involving Cyn wearing Tessa’s corpse

⊹ Character(s): Cynessa (Murder Drones)

⊹ Genre: Headcanons, Horror, Splatterpunk, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

⊹ Warning(s): Graphic Descriptions Of Gore, Consumption Of Human Flesh, Decomposition, Death

‧˚₊Cyn consumed all of Tessa’s organs as soon as she began to repurpose her corpse. She couldn’t just let them go to waste, not when she’s in a perpetual state of hunger. Her favourite part to eat, I think, was the brain; squishy, soft and it gave her the ultimate satisfaction of chewing down Tessa’s entire being, her consciousness, piece by piece.

‧˚₊Parts of Tessa’s skull and cheek bones were shattered to allow for her eye sockets to be more malleable once the eyes themselves were removed. This made it significantly easier for Cyn to yank the skin around her visor for a tight fit.

‧˚₊ If you look closer at the model itself, two dark red lines are prominent above both eye sockets; I like to think that Cyn accidentally tugged too hard whilst shaping the holes around her face, tearing the skin in the process and having to stitch it back up. This might also explain the massive amounts of blood rimming the sockets.

‧˚₊If you take another look at the model, you’ll see that Cyn severed Tessa’s neck so that her own would fit. Cyn had to have ripped that flesh off before tearing out the spinal cord. She definitely ate that flap of skin.

‧˚₊Cyn has hollowed out most of Tessa’s corpse but she has kept certain bones and muscles intact, most notably Tessa’s feet, to allow herself some extra height to fit snugly into the cadaver. This, however, causes the effects of rigour mortis to set in, causing the bones to twist and snap if excessive weight is applied. This is why her foot bends awkwardly when greeting N and Uzi just before the penultimate fight.

‧˚₊Tessa’s hands are also experiencing rigour mortis which is why they’re so stiff; only bouncing during aggressive movements.

‧˚₊The smell that emanates from her is absolutely rancid. It’s a pungent, intrusive scent of sulphur with nauseatingly fruity undertones that lingers within the nostrils. The smell is so powerful that it sticks to clothing (even if you weren’t touched by her), and it’ll take multiple wash cycles just to elevate it slightly. The stench would surely make the eyes of any human water.

[star-dust-no-name]

°☆I come from the stars☆°

Part 1: New Family

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Murder drones x child reader (platonic)

Hypothesis: What if child reader came in the landing pod with J,V and N?

Gender neutral reader

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N was shocked, flabbergasted and confused at the sight of a child, even more so when you seemingly were able to breathe toxic Copper-9 air, with a quick scan though he figured out your lungs were made out of some materials that made you to be able to withstand the toxic air.

Almost like you were being prepared for something...

"N MOVE OUT OF THE WAY"

Said J as she pushed N and quickly took you into her arms, cradling you.

"Fresh meat?"

Said V as she approached her teeth showing and her visor displaying an X before she paused, being forcefully reset.

"Tch, guess I can't eat them"

She said, obviously being annoyed and hungry.

"That's what you get V we have specific orders from the magnificent company JCjenson to keep this child safe, which means as your beautiful intelligent boss, we will have a schedule on keeping this human child safe"

N have a thumbs up as V stood next to him, annoyed but still paying attention secretly.

You began to wake up the loudness of the voices that you heard were enough to get you to wake up, opening your eyes, you saw Tessas friends!

"N!!!,J!!!,V!!!"

You said obviously excited as you began to reach your hands out to them. You thought you would never see them, especially since the last thing you saw at the manor was..

Wait

What did happen at the manor?

.....

You don't seem to remember

As well as the fact that you don't even remember this "Tessa" person.

Huh

How strange, is it?

J was confused at what you were doing, N quickly reached out and picked you up, squealing in excitement as you began to just poke him anywhere and everywhere you could, N smiled, taking it all in.

J rolled her eyes as she noticed that V was missing

"That little....she went off to hunt already???!!!"

J was obviously angry and quickly spread her wings as she prepared for flight. Before leaving, J turned her head to N.

"You, take that human child to base and don't leave, entertain them or anything, but keep them safe, or else I'll rip your head out"

Said J at N before taking off going to hunt as well as to find her coworker V.

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Crunch,crunch,crunch,crunch

The snow was crunching underneath your boots as you happily stepped on it, smiling at the sight of snow for the first time. N was following closely behind you, keeping you safe and being aware of your surroundings having a laser gun prepared just in case someone who was dangerous came by. "Oooooo, N whatcha got there?"

You said, smiling mischievously at the sight of something unfamiliar but shiny

"OH uhh nothing little child why don't you keep on going?"

You pouted, "but I wanna hold that. It's shiny and pretty," you said, reaching your hands out to the laser gun. N just smiled but still decided to give you a smaller version of it, you had a mischievous grin on your face as you began just pointing the miniature laser gun everywhere as it began shooting small rays of lasers.

Ohh boy J was totally going to kill him.

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"N WHAT THE HELL? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE A CHILD A GUN?"

J not very calmly said as when she returned to the crashed ship she found you and N, you playing with guns while N smiled as he nervously watched how you handled the guns.

"Sorry, J, the child really wanted a gun, and I couldn't resist their puppy eyes"

J sighed, obviously frustrated as she held V behind her by her coat as V started trying to bite J to get out of her grasp.

J threw V to N as she calmly held out her hand to you.

"Human child.. would you be so kind as to hand over those guns to me?"

J smiled at you, N and V were shocked as they never heard J be so nice.

J noticed and turned around "Tch I can be nice"

You looked at J as you reached your hand out to her with the gun, being grumpy as your gun was taken away by J and replaced by a teddy bear plushie by J. You quickly switched from being sad to excited as you held the teddy bear in your hands.

"You forgot it inside your ship. Luckily, I got it back before some worker drone thought it would be a great idea to steal it"

J said, letting out a small smile at you as you hugged her, J returned the hug after 5 seconds.

"I hate to break this moment, but shouldn't we name the human child instead of calling them human child?"

Said N smiling nervously as J looked annoyed at him, but he was right and she knew it, you needed a name they couldn't just keep calling you human child like you were some experiment or something that would just be inhumane, but then again they aren't human.

"I saw we call them meat," said V, grinning

"[Name]"

They all turned their heads to you as you spoke.

"My name is [name] and I am 8 years old"

You said as you held out 8 fingers to them.

"Well then [name] don't play with our guns they are too dangerous for a child like you"

J spoke as a strict parent to you as she looked at you, but she also cared about you, a protective parent with the right intentions, but the wrong actions

"Don't worry [name]. I'll teach you all the horrific ways to kill a worker drone"

Said V like a insane parent as she grinned at you extremely seriously but also caring? She seemed to care about your safety, so a insane but protective parent

"V can't we atleast wait until they're 10 or something? We don't want to traumatize a little child"

Said N worried about you like a caring and kind parent.

You're going to enjoy your new parents, as you 4 navigate Copper-9 and survive together as a family.

"Wait how are we going to feed them?"

Said N worryingly, as J groaned in annoyance and V snickered at a thought in her coded head

This will definitely be fun.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*✩‧₊˚ Authors Note: It's been some times since I've updated this series I promise it ain't dead I just got to many ideas for this series that it kinda overlaps so I'm just gonna plan ahead for future episodes so everything is clear, may the stars guide you, traveler.

-Stardust☆

[wafflexdguy]

Murder Drones | Cuddle Headcanons

x Reader for context.

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Uzi

She probably not the best person to cuddle with, definitely not the worst.

Cuddle time with you might as well be a mental stress reliever for her, basically her equivalent of heaven. She'll basically melt in your embrace if she had an extremely exhausting day of either having to deal with Cyn's tail antics or just having to deal with the fact she turned herself into God. 

She'll go out of her way to ask for affection. Typically, by (depending on who you want to be) using her solver to pick you up and bringing you over to her. Basically semi-possessive in some senses. 

Her 'cuddles' however consists of her wrapping her -smoll- arms around you and squeezing way harder than what's necessary. She probably won't notice she was being way too rough until you legitimately start yelling at her, only then will she realize that she bent some metal on your body. 

She still has that rejectful attitude, meaning that she'll pretend that she doesn't like it and only did it to make you 'shut up.' Ignoring the fact that more than likely she's the one who initiated it. 

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N

When the only company you have was two people who basically abused you to some extent, it can be pretty hard to know how to cuddle. Especially depending on who you are, because then it could get awkward. Not that he's against it or anything, just that awkward situations lead to awkward outcomes. 

He may need a book for this.

To be more clear, he is absolutely open to cuddles! I'd imagine that there are long days for N that are stressful, sure. The little cinnamon roll (Fandoms words not mine) would absolutely need some of that.

After reading the same book about a few hundred times about how to cuddle -assuming there is even a book for that and that he's not just winging it- he can assume he finally figured it out. 

All while having the stupid sunglasses on his visor, trying to act cool and calm he'll slowly wrap his tail around you (more out of safety) and put his arm around you all while he's trying not to panic that if you even wanted to cuddle. 

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V

She's... Someone! To cuddle with!

She's previously murdered drones before, brutally. The murder part was in the job description, the brutal part does. Occasionally she would be flirty to the drones she was killing to bring their guard down, only to kill them minutes after. 

My point with all of this? Depending on how early you met her, you may have been witness to one of these sessions, which could make trusting her cuddles hard. That doesn't stop you from trying for whatever reason!

I say you because she'll almost never initiate any of it unless she was feeling really icky. But when she does have one of those icky days, she's basically the same as with N, only softer with it and more prone to shutting off (sleeping) during it. Again, she does it when she's icky. It takes some effort to actually do it when she isn't feeling vulnerable to some extent. 

When that kind of thing happens, she's rougher with how she goes about it, usually reluctantly wrapping her arm around you if she's annoyed by you for some reason, or unnecessarily flirty with you, basically hugging you like a teddy bear. 

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J

As heartless as she may be regarding some previous employees, she isn't a complete asshole when it comes to your two's relationship. By that, I mean she'll actually at least put some effort into it. 

More than likely, like V you're probably the one who forced her to cuddle. I do mean forced, because unlike V, J won't go out of her way to cuddle with you if she's feeling Icky or depressed, rather trying to handle it on her own. But she won't lie that having physical contact with someone she lo- 

Respects is nice once in a while.

The way she goes about the whole cuddling thing is just kind of... not? If that makes sense. She'll barely hug you, and even then, it's more of a side-hug than an actual hug. She's not repulsed by the idea of cuddling you, but she's still on the hinges about it.

To make up for this, she'll usually compliment you on your looks, effort you put into work, existing at all. 

"Good job on surviving against us for so long."

"...Is that meant as a compliment or...?"

"Did it not come off as a compliment?"

I will say outright that she's less prone for physical contact with you than any other drone purely because she's a more 'married to her work' kind of gal. But dammit, she values you barely more than her distraction- work. And she'll put some effort into cuddling you.

[ametistacollinsworld]

☠ J, V and N x Masochist! Worker drone Reader hcs 2 ☠

My 64 request! Hope you like! LOL!

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Okay, I didn't expect to get requests for a part 2 for this, but here we are-

Well, we can say that some time after living with the 3 Murder drones you kind of warmed up to them and they warmed back to you, as strange as that is-

You first warmed up to N, the male drone was simply very kind to you, always being concerned about your function and healing after. Him, V and J filled your arms and legs with bite marks to suck your oil (Not that you complained much). Furthermore, he always liked to bring you things to distract you while they were hunting, like stuffed animals or other toys he found lying around.

The second drone you warmed to was V, the female drone was quite difficult to understand in a sense for you, always seeming to maintain a mask of "I'm a psychopath with no feelings" but who, in truth, could be sweet and playful whenever she wanted. You would start a game called "tagged tag", where she would let you free outside the spaceship and you would have to run from her while she hunted you, and when she caught you she would bite and suck your oil like a vampire (Never killing you of course-).

And finally you warmed up to J, the female drone and proclaim "leader" of the group who always tried to ignore you, only looking in your direction to take your oil with her sharp teeth, which for you wasn't a big deal... but over time you somehow managed to have relaxed conversations with her, being able to consider her a "friend", even if your situation is one of the most complicated possible. (Help-)

We can say that things got intense to say the least (and even crazier) after the event involving the three Murder drones, Uzi and the colony... not that you cared anyway-

You have to admit that you were kind of sad after finding out that Uzi killed J... I mean, she was a bossy girl, but you kind of enjoyed the conversations you had with her...

Uzi certainly judged you and made fun of you 100% right down to your robotic skeleton, but then she shrugged her shoulders and said she didn't care at all about your "hobbies"... so friends?

Knife games with Uzi!! (Mainly her throwing knives at you with her AbsoluteSolver-)

N and V duo of dynamic vampire drones [+a supporting angsty teenager named Uzi] and you!! A Worker drone masochist- Wow! What a wonderful combination...

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Murder Drones Requests Return Announcement!

[amphibiahawks321]

J : Groans it doesn't make sense why we have to guard her ship while they can go with her

MDM!Reader : J calm down

J : I can't she thinks that purple dwarf is sooooo important i could've stomped on that worker drone last time if it wasn't for N's idiotic tendency

MDM!Reader : I don't mind you stepping on me boss~

J : ......

J blushing : the heck was that statement for?!?!

MDM!Reader : I needed to find a way to make you calm and not go complete beast mode somehow beside

MDM!Reader : it's not like I was lying~

J blushing redder : oh my gosh you're so unbelievable...

MDM!Reader : say that to your tomato blushes boss~

[tessacyn]

Olá gente isso aqui é um oneshots/cenários na versão BR :D Primeiro vai ser só de Gravity Falls x Md!reader é porque você pode escolher qualquer personagem d murders drones homenagem para essas duas séries que eu amo tanto escolhe quem que você gosta uwu

Personagem que você queria voltar

Bill Cipher:

Stanford ou Ford pines:

Stanley ou Stan pines:

Mabel pines:

Dipper pines

Escolhe seu personagem que você quer ou não :3

[morgan-va]

Chapter 1: Late to the Party (Serial Designation J x Reader)

Masterlist

The steady hum of the ship's engines reverberates through the cabin, a constant reminder of the delay that’s brought you to this point. You glance at the dashboard, the blinking lights a subdued mockery of your frustration. "Finally," you mutter under your breath as the ship’s voice announces, “Approaching Copper-9. Estimated arrival: two minutes.”

Late. You hate being late. You can practically hear J's biting remarks already, her sharp voice cutting through whatever excuse you might muster. Not that you'd get much sympathy—faulty engine or not, she’d find a way to make it your fault.

With a sigh, you lean back in your chair and peer out the viewport. Copper-9 looms ahead, its icy surface gleaming under the dim light of the sun. Once a thriving industrial hub, now a frozen graveyard. You’ve seen the photos in the briefings, but the reality is something else entirely. Endless sheets of ice, jagged peaks, and deep crevasses stretch as far as the eye can see.

Something catches your eye. You squint, leaning closer to the glass. The planet… has a ring around it? That’s new. And what’s that on the surface? A massive, dark symbol sprawled across the ice, its edges sharp and unnatural, as though carved with precision. You don’t recognize it. That definitely wasn’t in the briefing either.

“What the hell happened here?” you murmur. Your fingers hover over the controls, an instinctive urge to rerun the ship's scans and confirm what you’re seeing. But the engine’s whine shifts as the ship begins its descent, autopilot engaged. You don’t have time for curiosity right now—landing comes first.

And then? Then you face J.

You adjust your seat harness, ensuring it’s secure as the ship’s automated voice chimes again: “Landing coordinates updated. Rerouting guidance system.”

“Wait, what?” you say, blinking at the monitor. The map displays your updated trajectory, veering away from the original landing zone. You tap a few buttons to bring up the details. The new coordinates are… odd. You’d been briefed to land near the site of your comrades’ initial touchdown. This new location is a fair distance from that spot.

Frowning, you shake your head. “Doesn’t matter,” you mutter. Orders are orders, and you’re not about to start questioning them. Maybe there’s been a new development since your departure. Not like you can do much about it now.

The ship trembles slightly as it begins its descent into Copper-9’s atmosphere, the sound of thrusters shifting tone to counteract the pull of gravity. You grip the edges of the console as turbulence rocks the vessel, a familiar yet uncomfortable sensation. The flashes of fire and plasma outside the window obscure the icy surface below, but your mind stays focused.

“Brace for atmospheric entry,” the voice drones, a little too calm for the chaos rattling through the cabin. You lean back in your seat, tightening your hold. The airframe creaks and groans, but the ship holds steady.

Moments later, the shaking eases, and the flames outside die down, revealing the frozen expanse of Copper-9’s surface. You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, watching as the ship banks toward the updated landing site.

“Alright, Copper-9,” you murmur, staring at the jagged horizon. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

The ship jolts violently as the landing rockets fire, the sound of their roar filling the cabin. You grip the edges of your seat tightly, feeling the strain of the forces pressing against you. Outside, crumbling skyscrapers loom like silent sentinels, their icy surfaces reflecting the ship’s thrusters.

Then it happens. A sharp lurch throws you sideways as the ship clips the edge of a building. Alarms blare, and you barely have time to react as the vessel spirals into a chaotic roll. The world outside becomes a blur of jagged steel and ice, and you groan, the centrifugal force threatening to rip you from your seat.

“Stupid… engine!” you mutter through gritted teeth, bracing yourself as best you can. For a moment, it feels like everything might come apart.

Just as suddenly, the ship steadies. The thrusters scream as they fight to correct the descent, and the spinning slows. Your teeth clench as the craft begins a controlled descent, the ground rushing up to meet you.

With a deafening thud, the ship finally lands. The impact sends a jolt through the cabin, and for a moment, everything is still.

You sag against the harness, breathing heavily. The alarms have silenced, leaving only the faint hiss of the cooling systems and the distant groan of stressed metal. Your hands tremble slightly as you release the harness, taking a moment to collect yourself.

“That… could have gone better,” you mutter, rubbing your temples. You glance around the cabin, noting the disheveled state of your supplies and equipment. It’ll take time to get everything back in order, but first, you need to find the others.

With a deep breath, you sit up straight, forcing your body to shake off the remnants of the chaotic landing. “Alright,” you say, steadying your voice. “Let’s see what mess I’ve landed myself in this time.”

With a hiss, the ship’s door pops open, a rush of cold air spilling into the cabin. Snow drifts lazily through the opening, carried by a gentle breeze that contrasts sharply with the chaos of your landing. The biting chill is a stark reminder of Copper-9’s frozen desolation.

You pull yourself upright, peering out into the wintry expanse. A ruined cityscape stretches before you, skyscrapers jutting skyward like skeletal remains of a forgotten age. The silence is almost unnerving, broken only by the faint whistle of the wind.

Stepping to the edge of the ship, you leap down, the wings on your back flaring briefly to slow your descent. You land softly in the snow, the crunch under your boots oddly satisfying.

Your optics adjust to the dim light, scanning the area for any signs of movement. The buildings are quiet, their shattered windows dark and lifeless. It feels like no one’s been here in ages.

Then, something catches your attention. A faint glow, flickering against the icy backdrop. It’s coming from a building a few hundred yards away, the light weak but unmistakable.

You narrow your eyes, instinctively unsheathing your claws as a sense of curiosity mingles with caution. “Well, someone’s still home,” you mutter, taking a few steps toward the light. The snow crunches underfoot, each step deliberate as you weigh your next move.

Whatever’s out there, it’s your first lead. And right now, it’s the only one you’ve got.

Taking off, you fly low toward the light, the icy wind biting at your chassis. As you approach, the source of the glow becomes clearer—a faint radiance spilling out from a window of a crumbling, decrepit building. Landing softly just outside, you carefully step toward the entrance.

The door creaks as you push it open, the sound echoing faintly in the still air. You step inside, your optics scanning the dimly lit interior.

The place is clearly lived in. A generator hums softly in the corner, powering a string of lights that cast uneven shadows across the room. A table sits near the center, covered in blueprints, scattered tools, and half-disassembled machinery. Off to one side is what looks like a makeshift sleeping area—a cot with a blanket neatly folded at its edge.

But there’s no one here.

You frown, your optics sweeping the room again. Whoever set this place up can’t have gone far… but there’s no sign of movement, no sound other than the low hum of the generator.

Deciding not to linger, you turn and head back outside, flying up to the roof for a better vantage point.

The rooftop is blanketed in snow, the thin layer crunching softly under your feet as you land. You glance around, scanning the frozen cityscape. The towering ruins of skyscrapers surround you, their skeletal frames stark against the dark sky.

Your gaze sweeps the area, searching for any signs of life. For a moment, there’s nothing—just the faint whistle of the wind and the eerie stillness of the frozen wasteland.

Then, a shadow flickers in the corner of your vision.

Your attention snaps to movement in the distance—a figure, flying rapidly in your direction. Relief floods you as you recognize the silhouette of a Disassembly Drone. Finally, someone familiar!

You smile, lifting a hand in greeting. “Hey—”

Before you can finish, the figure accelerates, closing the gap with terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, you’re slammed to the ground, claws gripping your neck like a vice. The force of the impact sends a plume of snow into the air, your systems jolting under the pressure.

“Wait—!” you sputter, instinctively trying to raise your hands in surrender.

The shadowed figure looms above you, and for a moment, all you see are jagged teeth and a glowing yellow X staring down at you with deadly intent. Then recognition flickers across her face.

“…You,” she mutters, her voice dripping with equal parts surprise and annoyance.

You cough as the pressure on your neck lessens slightly, though her claws remain poised, ready to tighten again at a moment’s notice.

“Serial Designation J, we meet again” you croak, a mix of relief and wariness in your voice.

Her narrowed eyes bore into you as she tilts her head, a sneer creeping across her face. “Why are you late? Don’t tell me you’ve been slacking off. Corporate’s definitely going to love hearing about this.”

You wince, holding up your hands in a gesture of innocence. “It’s not my fault! The ship’s engine was faulty. I was knocked off course and barely made it through entry. I almost crashed, J. It’s a miracle I’m even here!”

She stares at you, her claws still at your throat, though her grip slackens further. Something flashes in her eyes, a fleeting shadow of emotion—concern, maybe? No, that can’t be right.

“Excuses,” she huffs, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. “JCJenson Employee Safety Guidelines don’t cover near-death experiences. They care about results, and that includes actually dying.”

You suppress a sigh, biting back a retort. The sharp edge of her tone is familiar, but there’s something… off about her. She’s all bark, sure, but her usual smug energy feels dulled, like she’s running on autopilot.

“Are you going to let me up?” you ask cautiously, keeping your tone respectful.

She seems to realize she’s still holding you down and abruptly pulls her claws back, standing upright with an air of forced composure.

“Fine. Get up,” she says curtly, crossing her arms. “You’re here now. Don’t make me regret it.”

As you push yourself to your feet, brushing the snow off your coat, she turns sharply and gestures toward the building. “Come on. You’re going to help me with something. If you’re lucky, I might not file a report about your tardiness.”

You fall into step behind her, glancing at her back as she leads the way. Something about this reunion feels wrong, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You follow J as she strides ahead, her feet crunching through the thin layer of snow. She doesn’t say much, her glowing visor casting faint light across the frozen landscape as she leads you to the edge of the roof. You keep pace, eager to make up for lost time—and to avoid giving her any more reason to berate you.

She flies up to an adjacent roof, motioning for you to follow. You soar up after her, landing softly as the wind bites through the air. On the roof sits a large, rusted air conditioning unit, covered in frost and leaning at an odd angle.

“Help me get this thing off the roof,” J says without preamble, pointing at it aimlessly.

You blink, glancing between her and the hefty piece of machinery. “Uh, sure. Any particular reason?”

“It’s in the way,” she replies curtly, as if that explanation should suffice. “And it’s useless. Unless you think Corporate wants me to file a requisition form for a replacement?”

“Nope, not at all,” you reply quickly, stepping toward the unit. “Let’s get rid of it.”

You plant your hands against the icy metal and start pushing. The machine groans as it scrapes against the roof, but it doesn’t budge much. J rolls her eyes, stepping in to help.

“Pathetic,” she mutters, planting her hands firmly on the other side. “On three. One… two… three!”

With a combined effort, the two of you shove the unit, which finally starts to slide. It screeches as it moves, sending a small avalanche of snow cascading off the roof’s edge.

“Almost there!” you call out, adjusting your grip as you lean into the push.

J doesn’t respond, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Together, you shove it once more, and the unit tips over the edge. There’s a brief pause before it crashes to the ground below with a thunderous boom, sending a plume of snow and debris into the air.

You step back, brushing your hands off. “Well, that’s one way to clear space.”

J crosses her arms, looking down at the wreckage below. “About time. If you’d shown up when you were supposed to, this would’ve been done already.”

You bite your tongue, forcing a polite smile. “Happy to help, J.” Although you do wonder why she didn’t have either of the others help her.

She huffs, turning on her heel. “Come on. There’s more work to do.”

You follow her back down, still trying to gauge her mood. Something about the way she’s acting—brisk, detached, like she’s on autopilot—sits uneasily with you. Whatever’s going on here, it’s clear there’s more beneath the surface than she’s letting on.

You follow J back into the base, stepping through the door as she strides over to the workbench. Without a word, she pulls out a stool and takes a seat, picking up a screwdriver from the scattered tools. Her neon yellow eyes flicker slightly as she studies the piece of machinery in front of her.

It’s only when you get closer that you realize what she’s working on—a rocket engine, its outer casing already partially dismantled. She starts unscrewing a set of components, her fingers moving with precise efficiency.

“Is that a rocket engine?” you ask, tilting your head as you watch her work. “Why are you taking it apart?”

J pauses for a split second, her visor flickering again before she resumes. “Don’t question me,” she snaps, her tone as sharp as her claws. “Just grab the toolbox from the corner. Now.”

You nod quickly, backing off. “Got it.”

Turning away, you head to the far corner of the room. The toolbox is heavy, its metal sides worn and dented from use. As you lift it, the tools inside clatter together, breaking the tense silence of the room.

You carry it back over, setting it down beside her. “Here you go.”

J doesn’t look up, already switching to a different tool. “Good. Now stand there and be useful.”

You plant yourself nearby, watching as she works. The way her fingers move—quick, deliberate—suggests she’s done this a hundred times before. But there’s something about the way she’s focusing so intensely on the engine, as if trying to distract herself, that makes you curious.

Still, you decide to keep your questions to yourself. Whatever’s going on with her, it’s clear she’s not in the mood to talk about it. At least, not yet.

You stand quietly, watching J as she works, the soft clinking of the tools in her hands filling the space. After a few moments of silence, you can’t help but ask, “So, how’s everything been? Things going smoothly?”

J doesn’t look up from her work, but her voice remains steady and rehearsed, almost too perfect in its corporate tone. “Everything’s fine. Quotas have been met. Productivity is at an all-time high. No setbacks. Everything is in optimal condition.”

You nod, trying to hide your curiosity. Her words are comforting, but something about them doesn’t sit right with you. She sounds so… disconnected, almost like she’s giving a rehearsed report more than talking to you.

“Good to hear,” you say, though a part of you wonders if she’s really telling the whole truth. “And… you’re managing everything without problems, then?”

There’s a brief pause before she responds, her voice almost businesslike. “Yes. No issues here. I’m doing just fine.”

You watch her for a moment, fiddling with a tool as she continues dismantling the engine. It’s odd though. What about N and V? They would’ve been here, right? They’ve always worked alongside her, so where are they now?

You open your mouth to ask, but something holds you back. It’s not your place to question her like that—not yet, anyway. And so, you stay quiet, brushing the thoughts aside.

You know J well enough to know she doesn’t like to talk about personal matters. Her focus on the task at hand is as sharp as ever, and you choose not to push her further.

Instead, you watch her work in silence, knowing that anything more would only make her more distant. Whatever’s going on with her, you’ll find out in time…

But for now, you’re just happy to be here, doing what you were made to do.

J sets down the tool she’s using and glances over at you. “Hand me the flux calibrator,” she says, her voice sharp with authority.

You nod quickly and start rummaging through the toolbox. “Right away!” you reply, eager to follow her lead.

You grab what you think is the correct tool and hold it out to her. J takes one look at it and raises an eyebrow. “That’s a wrench, idiot” she says, her tone laced with exasperation.

“Oh! Uh, right. My bad,” you stammer, fumbling through the toolbox again. Your hands are moving quickly, but the tools seem to blur together in your rush.

J sighs, crossing her arms. “You’ve been here for all of five minutes, and you’re already testing my patience. Corporate really sent me this as backup?”

You finally pull out the correct tool and offer it to her with an apologetic grin. “Here! Flux calibrator!”

She snatches it from your hand and gets back to work, muttering under her breath. “About time. Honestly, you’d think they’d train Disassembly Drones to at least know tools before shipping them off to an active site.”

“Hey, in my defense, my ship nearly killed me on the way here,” you point out, bending down to pick up a screwdriver you accidentally knocked to the floor.

“You dropped the screwdriver too?” J spins in her chair, leveling you with a glare. “Bozo.”

You rub the back of your head sheepishly. “Fair enough. But I’m a bozo who’s ready to work!”

J rolls her eyes, but you swear you see the faintest hint of amusement on her face. “We’ll see how long that enthusiasm lasts,” she says, turning back to the rocket engine. “Now hand me the torque driver.”

“Yes, ma’am!” you reply enthusiastically, rummaging through the toolbox once more.

She continues barking orders as she works, and you’re more than happy to oblige. Despite her sharp tone and constant corrections, it feels good to have direction, to be part of her operations again.

Even if she does call you “bozo” every other minute.

J lets out a frustrated sigh, tossing the tool in her hand onto the workbench. “Missing the regulator,” she mutters, more to herself than to you. “Figures. Of course, it’s the one part this stupid planet doesn’t have lying around.”

She stands up abruptly, brushing her hands off on her dress before turning to you. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Pick a spot and get some rest,” she orders, gesturing vaguely around the room.

You glance around the cluttered base of operations. It’s not exactly cozy—tools, parts, and blueprints are scattered across every surface, and the single cot in the corner is clearly hers. There’s no sign of any other sleeping arrangements.

“Uh, no spare cots or anything?” you ask hesitantly.

J gives you a flat look. “Do I look like I’m running a five-star hotel? Make do. You’re a Disassembly Drone, not a Worker Drone. You can handle a little discomfort.”

“Right,” you reply quickly, not wanting to test her patience further. You spot a relatively clear area near the wall and start clearing some tools out of the way to make a space for yourself.

As you settle in, you can’t help but glance toward J’s cot. It strikes you as odd—shouldn’t there be at least two more sleeping areas for N and V? Are they off on a mission or stationed somewhere else? You make a mental note to ask J about it when she’s in a better mood.

For now, you keep your questions to yourself, arranging a makeshift bed out of some spare fabric you find lying around. It’s not much, but it’ll do for tonight.

J, meanwhile, takes a seat on her cot, her back to you as she flips through a worn-looking manual. The hum of the generator fills the silence, accompanied by the occasional creak of the decrepit building around you.

As you settle in, you glance at her once more. She seems… different. The J you worked with before was all business, but this version of her feels sharper, colder, like something has worn her down.

You sigh, lying back and staring at the ceiling. Whatever’s going on, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. For now, you just hope you don’t accidentally do something to violate corporate policy in your sleep.

You adjust your position on the cold, hard floor, trying to find a modicum of comfort. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than standing at attention all night. The faint hum of the generator and the distant howling wind outside are the only sounds, creating an oddly eerie atmosphere.

As you lie there, your gaze drifts to J’s cot. The faint yellow glow of her visor reflects off the wall she’s facing. She’s completely still, lying on her side, but it’s clear she’s not sleeping. She just… stares at the wall, unblinking.

It’s unsettling, to say the least. Even for a Disassembly Drone, that kind of stillness feels unnatural. Something about it tugs at the back of your mind.

What’s really going on here? you think to yourself. Her avoidance earlier, the absence of N and V, the way she carries herself—it all feels off. You make a mental note to dig deeper tomorrow, to try and figure out what’s wrong, even if it means risking another scolding.

For now, though, there’s little you can do. You allow yourself to power down, the dim glow of J’s visor lingering in your thoughts as the room fades to black.

[liminarystars]

May I request a yandere n headcanon's?

✎ YANDERE N, who clings to you like theres no tomorrow. Your always being watched, even when you think he's not there.

✎ YANDERE N, who fears of losing you.

✎ YANDERE N, who would never let you out of his sight.

✎ YANDERE N, whos just trying his best to make you love him. He just needs your love.

✎ YANDERE N, who wants you to rely and need him. He's sick of being told he's useless, he wants you to depend on him and only him.

✎ YANDERE N, he would never do anything to harm you. He would harm others, but never you.

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