#Uhhh again idk what to tag

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #57: "Untitled" (Completed)

This one is a bit wild! When the camping episode first came out I wrote a oneshot about Uzi descending into oil-need back in the bunker- hence the arm in her backpack. But I didn't know if it was all that good- also, I had absolutely no idea how in the hell to tag it- so it's going on here instead!

Title: N/A

Summary: N/A

The first time is- well, Uzi can't rightly say it was an accident, but it wasn't intentional.

The day had been hell. No sleep, long school day, that stupid dance. Doll had never been a friend or anything, but it was still surprising to see the usually quiet and private worker just... decimate like that. And her hand still hurt from the damn knife. And when she looked down at her fingers, stained an ugly black color in this land of slaughter and insects, it hadn't felt like a big deal.

(She doesn't know N and V, like, super well, but she's seen them feed a half-dozen times. V specifically seemed to enjoy trying to get her to watch during her time in chains, slurping on an oil can with the confidence of someone at a fancy brunch who doesn't realize they're being rude.)

Her ears were ringing, everything stung, and something in her mind whispered why not? What's one little taste? Lots of robots stick their wounds into their mouths to stave off fluid loss. Hell, the disassembly bots had fixing saliva as part of their repertoire for that very reason.

Uzi pops them into her mouth. It's not as gross as she thought it'd be. The flavor is sharp and strong, but it's a fluid every robot smells and deals with on the daily. She's numb to it. She's seen it drunk from the disembodied necks of her father's coworkers. Simple. Easy.

(...Why does she suddenly feel a lot less tired?)

She grabs N's hand as he helps her over the table, the drone completely unaware of her transgression, and Uzi honestly feels okay. It feels... normal. As normal as digging through someone's corpse-covered house can be. Maybe they can laugh about this after- ha-ha, look at the silly worker drone trying out the fluid we eat every day, thinks she's so badass for it.

Then Doll says she's sorry, and Uzi's not okay anymore.

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Sleep doesn't come easy for Uzi that night. Sleep protocol has always been a bit finnicky anyway. It's great for recharging, but the slightest emotional mishap can have it cutting in and out like a fuzzy tv signal. And Uzi is nothing if not full of emotional mishaps.

Tossing, turning, feeling uncomfortably hot.

She wishes N was here.

She'd even settle for V. At the very least, the jerk gives her something to focus on.

Uzi's eye is buzzing again. She presses a hand against her visor. It's nothing new. It doesn't help. This isn't a button that needs some extra oomph to be activated. It's deep inside her mainframe, to the point where no one can get it out. (Maybe she's finally going mad. Honestly, Uzi was surprised it took so long.)

Something ugly and red flashes across her wall. Uzi knows that symbol. She's seen it on N and V. It's a warning.

But... her cooling system is still intact.

Isn't it?

Sitting up, Uzi rams her chest a few times, trying to force her fans to kick in. Nothing. Not even a splutter. And if there's one positive thing she can say about Khan, it's that he's always kept her updated.

This is bad.

It's not so bad, the stupid, hopeful part of Uzi says. She usually squishes that protocol deep down inside. Just go get some oil, dummy.

Which makes even less sense! Uzi's a worker bot. They don't need to feast on oil. They get a tune-up twice a year and everything's fine. That would be murder drone behavior.

So what? The more cynical side says. You're basically a murder drone by now anyway. You literally lived with two for a week. You saw N rip a guy's spinal circuit out to get to the main fluid line. He offered you some! You thought it was sweet he was trying!

The cynic did have a point. Besides- if she doesn't fix this now, she can't figure out what the hell is wrong later.

Khan sleeps like the dead. Uzi never understood it- how a man who put his wife out of her misery can just snore his way through everything. But it's always something she's used to her advantage, sneaking tools to make weapons or inventions. Tonight she grabs Doll's keys and stumbles into the hallway. Oh, coordination is not liking her right now.

It feels wrong to be doing this alone. A remnant of her whole trusting others arc, probably. But she can't exactly go outside when she can barely see past the Absolute Solver and 'danger: overheating' clouding her eyes. N would make this so much less scary. He'd probably carry her- he seemed to enjoy hefting her onto his shoulders or into his arms. Uzi had chalked it up to her being, well, a worker drone. It was probably fascinating to be so easy to throw around. N would put the oil in a little cup, or a bowl, and try to joke about it. V would call her a wuss and try to stick an entire head into her mouth.

They're dysfunctional, but familiar dysfunction is so much nicer than what she has to do alone.

There's no strict guard in the bunker, mainly due to people over relying on her father's stupid doors, and Uzi assumes that's why no one comes upon her before she's fumbling the key into Doll's door and thrusting herself inside.

Oil and death. Before the stench had been normal. Now it was... nice?

Uzi hightails it over to the pot. There's no time for decorum. The blaring of her alert is getting louder. She shoves her hands into the mess, ladling out handfuls she eagerly sucks on.

The smell was nice. The taste was suddenly... wrong. Uzi finds herself battling against purging protocol, coughing and hacking.

It's not fresh, a new voice says. It's clinical. It reminds her a lot of the monster J had sprouted from her corpse. It's a mixture of various 'bots, which means the oil quality is all over the place. You need something fresher.

Uzi's fingers dug into the counter. Not possible. It was this or nothing.

(She's never killed another worker before.)

Sucking in a deep breath, Uzi grabbed a disconnected arm. She very carefully doesn't think about the trash can full of missing posters as she tips the oil out into her mouth. The overheating warning slowly peters out as she feels her faculties righting themselves. Strong. Steady. She tilted it back more. It's wrong not to finish a good meal, right?

(She's tumbling out of control.)

Eventually, all that's left is dangling wires. She tosses the limb to the side, hearing it clatter against the tile. Uzi sinks to the floor, pressing her head to the cupboards. She's disgusting. A monster. She's... full. Warm. Tingling with renewed energy.

(Is this what the murder drones felt, all the time? She kind of got it now.)

Robo Jesus, she just drained an arm. What was she going to say tomorrow? Sorry, I got kind of snacky. Sorry, I guess being a cannibal is contagious. Sorry, I need a tune-up. (She's so sorry.)

Uzi shook herself. There wasn't any need to get N and V involved in this. It wasn't their fault she was a disaster. N had always done his best to be kind to her. And V... she was usually too busy doing murder things to do more than snip at her. Uzi would just pull up her diagnostics in the morning, fix the issue, and never have to think about it again.

(She's scared.)

Uzi goes back to her room, slowly and methodically, confused and alone.

(She takes another arm with her.)

[heartorbit]

the star you've longed for

[callmehere-iwillappear]

just now realizing i never actually posted this so! chapter art from ch6 of my fic the idiot's guide to blindfold chess! only [checks notes] like two weeks late </3

[bonicedemandarina]

Uhhh here u go vat7k fanart to start the year!!!

Sorry it looks so messy it was supposed to be a lil sketch but it got out of hand very quickly

CLOSE UPS

[acekindaneat]

uh oh! bad decision, serizawa!

[p-wrryyy-mordial-soup]

have you tried turning it off and on again

also thgat isnt agent 8 im a filthy oc x canon doer </3 /silly

i'll design my 8 one day

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

"where words are restrained,

the eyes often talk a great deal."

[reallilystuff]

back on my drawing bullshit or whatecer....yeag

*haves ur lock @naffeclipse* your oc. her. eel(?) looking lady. havelocked. she is. so so cool looking

pov ur about to become fish food. sleeping with the fishies tonight. uhhh what other fish related prey jokes can i make. uuuuuummm

oh yheh drawing pile task #1 out of 23568 done yippeee!!!! now i go back into my cave for the next four years

little version without the murky lighting below readmore for funsies

ɢᴜʜ ʙᴜʜ? ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʜᴜʜ ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʏᴜʜ?

[seahdalune]

saw the tweet and couldn't resist

[cupiidzbow]

cant help but imagine the polycule. "My boyfriend, y'see, he's really into this six-foot-one gorilla named "Funky." but hey, whatever makes him happy. Anyway-- hey, just one more thing. I was--"

im sorry the imagery was obliterating me this is so funny I needed to put it on paper 😭😭😭

[chibishortdeath]

Disgusting creature (begins sobbing)

[welcometogrouchland]

Since I just got ghosted abt the art job I applied for and I still wanna make some dough this summer

[kriskross]

drew my wol with one of my friends' wols

[nullians]

It’s actually insane how fandom in general has become so scared of making weird and dark and ugly works. Like I look at myself and see how I have also subconsciously adapted this instinct to self censor and make things “marketable” and it’s making me want to crawl out of my skin. I need to get weirder and worse and more off-putting hello

[pastelpousay]

Uhhhh pt. 3 (??) of making gifts for my fav tumblrs cuz why not 💪🐺

@mango-mya (sorry if you’re uncomfortable with being @‘d)

I would’ve done it digitally but The alpha just couldn’t 🐺 (I got lazy)

[vortexstars]

warriors oc i had years ago redesign bc why not weeee