#it's in the name. it's MURDER DRONES

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Why not

Let's show it to them

[not ALONE]

How the hell did i get here..?

Spookyman, author of this fic you're reading rn, 21 of december 2023

It's a dark, rainy night in Copper 9. No sunlight. No noise apart from the rain. Gloomy night for a gloomy occasion. Dark night for a dark moment.

"Hey, freakshow! Spooky gal!" Said a drone, right before throwing a paper plane on her head. "Remember the time i told you to do me a favour and help me with my homework?"

"Yess... What. Is it. Hanc." Growled the mentioned spooky gal, Six, while gripping her locker's door and not looking at anyone but her stuff.

"No need to get like that, hot stuff, i'm just sayin' you're a fucking bitch for that-" Hanc is interrupted by a chokehold from something strange. A peculiar blue symbol holds his neck as he floats in the air.

Everyone gasps and starts screaming at the sight.

"No need to get like that?" Repeated the girl, who's now visibly shaking in anger. "Look. Who's. Fucking. TALKING"

Hanc is dropped onto the floor, letting him breathe once more, and try to open the door to escape the locker room.

The door is locked.

"I try. I tried, i try, i keep trying, i still keep trying, i will keep trying, i physically can't stop trying, and THIS is how you repay me? For all of the fucking EFFORT--" roared Six as she tore her locker's door clean off it's hinges. "--THAT I CAN'T STOP GIVING, I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE A BREAK WITH ALL OF YOU, TEARING ME DOWN JUST BECAUSE I EXIST AND EVEN THEN I TRY TO BE NICE"

"Hey, girl, you don't have to do this, we can talk this out! Haha- look- i- i'm sorry for talking to you like that i'm just- uh- i had a bad day and everyone has their gripes, y'know!" Hanc is interrupted again by Six's berating.

"NO. MORE. TALKING. I'M DONE WITH ALL OF YOU. THIS TIME I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF YOU GET AWAY WITH IT" she raises her locker's door up in the air.

"Hey- HEY?? CALM DOWN! HE-"

Splat. Goes his head. Pop goes the weasel.

A cacophony of screams comes from the locker room.

The gal is growing in size, flesh growing on her body, the growth getting inside her casing and inbetween her inner workings, fur growing right out of the flesh...

The cacophony stops as soon as Six begins roaring...

"Let's never talk about this again, got it?" She sternly growls to Hanc while using her strange magical powers she calls an "Absolute Solver" to clean up the mess in the locker room.

Hanc nods, slowly but keeping up a (albeit false and flawed) smile, because everything is always okay! Right? There's nothing to talk about.

He and the rest walk away while the gal finishes up with the cleaning service.

The day continues as normal, although... Nobody even looks at her for the rest of the day after that. But that's okay, they're all just pieces of shit anyway, as worthless as what they really are. It wouldn't be a surprise if the Murder Drones got to them all one day...

The bedroom door slams shut. V is startled and looks from the bed she got on out of boredom while the gal was away. This is the first time she heard the door slam shut like that.

"What's up now, little worker~?" V gives her greetings to the gal, unknowing of the events that transpired prior...

Six is silent...

"Helloooo? Are you in there? Did the scary evil god program take over again?" V spoke jokingly.

She's still silent... V loses her sing-songy voice and joyful facade, going soft... Getting worried.

"Six? Are you okay?"

The gal responds with sitting down next to her, and sighing.

"I can't take it anymore."

"What?"

"I can't. Take it. Anymore. V."

The gal begins to form a crooked smile as she giggles to herself, at herself, shaking.

"Every day, every fucking day, it's always the same thing now, something goes wrong, the blame is on me, i suffer consequences that don't belong to me, and nobody does JACKSHIT about it but stare like i'm some sort of ZOO ANIMAL." She keeps on giggling, visibly shaking much more as she speaks.

"Do you know what it's like? Being suddenly labeled a monster and the spotlight shining on you for it, only going away after the damage to you is done? They never once recognize you as a victim, as another drone at all, they just hurt you and keep going until you're on the floor and then the lights are turned off, the audience is PLEASED"

The gal grabs onto her arms, gripping so hard she's drawing oil from them, like she's trying to tear her own arms off...

"THERE IS AN AUDIENCE MADE JUST FOR ME, JUST FOR HURTING ME, V." She growls, her giggling slowing down to a stop, getting replaced by the screaming that will follow soon after.

"I... I JUST..." Her visor begins to crack from the top, as tears form in her eyes and she hyperventilates, her hands are shaking the way a bee is trying to GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"

Her visor cracks in the very middle. Severely. From top to bottom.

V looks on in horror and worry, visibly shaking from the sight and tension of the situation.

Six begins sobbing, falling down on V's chest.

"I don't want this to be me..."

V knew the feeling well. Too well. She wishes she didn't know it. It's what gave birth to her.

She just slowly put her hand on her head, and gently rubbed her hair. Sweet little gentle pets. Gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle gentle ge

She places her hand on the back of the sobbing gal's head, cupping it, holding her close just as much as Six does to V. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hol

V shushes her, softly.

"It's okay... I got you"

...

It's okay... I got you

It's okay... I got you

It's okay... I got you

It's okay... I got you

It's okay... I got you

It's okay, i got you...

Six breaks down in tears, not holding back any drops, not holding back any noise.

This feeling is terribly familiar...

"Don't look at these meanies, little dude, you're fine away from them..."

"They hit me so haaaardd..." *Sniff*

"Let's just go home..."

"Yea, i wanna go home too..."

"It's okay... I got you..."

It's okay... I got you...

"Thank you for being here... For me..." The gal sobbed...

"Anytime, love..." V whispered...

Anytime, little dude...

[em-bandaid-boy]

I huave brainworms.....

[umblrspectrum]

so like is it specifically planets the solver craves or can it get by with just eating dirt off the ground

[rosenapppiing]

Callback.... ping?

NEW AU LETS GO. what if the solver color turns purple after uzi consumed its core. what if it affected the disassembly drones. what if uzi gained more than its consiousness in her ear.

[seraphont]

a silly- bonding with books (:

[wisteriaclaw]

not done (still procrastinating on the wings) but i think its safe to say everyone needs a lil pick me up rn. enjoy <3

[colfy-wolfy]

hello again I'm insane. I will never not love drawing slugcats hugging and cuddling. but my md hyperfixation hasn't stopped yet so it's nuziv

[solroskajan]

More "human" AU (more like manticore AU). Just having fun with character design, I'll probably draw N and Uzi later, maybe J and Cyn too.

[destiny-hoodie]

It's too late for me; they've consumed my mind

[tastefulbean]

self indulgent vizzy art lol

[alyyxonn]

these are super old kinda (since ep 7 release and then i updated it after the finale) but idk i thought it was a cute/sad idea :3

nuzi, vizzy, and oh. j is alone

[rottentricks]

Tholl but loafs! Their kits has no name yet, but I'll find suitable ones :>

[em0puppy]

idk i dont like this very much but it absolutely blew up on twitter so you guys get it too

[umblrspectrum]

tessa, being the edgy little freak she is, obviously took the original darkxwolf username

[rosenapppiing]

im back. fucked up oilrose vs nuvi FIGHT

[seraphont]

what are tessas thoughts on uzi and n? (and v if theyre poly in this au)

continuation of the 'movie night' comic (X)

I think Tessa would be incredibly supportive of them lol, if not a bit oblivious to it at first (like above, girl! that isn’t a platonic cuddle!)