#md fic

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58980931/chapters/162536140

(I'll fix archive link in a little, sry it's being weird :/)

The sun had just barely set. V was sleeping when N bolted upwards, he was breathing fast. V groggily looked up at him, he had his hand by his chest, tail wrapping around himself.

“N?” He jumped when he heard her voice. His eyes hollow, wide, and worried, lines under them with a trembling mouth.

“N? Are you okay?” V sat up too, hand reaching out to comfort.

“I-I-I-I-” N stuttered. What happened? “N? I need you to take a break, and recover from, whatever happened… okay?” N simply nodded.

N looked around and landed on Uzi, his paranoia seems to drop some.

“N? All it was was a dream-” He cut her off.

“No, I-I-I can’t be around Uzi…”

“What? N that was just a dream..?”

“No, nonono… I-I-I can’t let myself harm her!” N said in a hushed and panicked tone.

“Did you dream about killing her?” N slowly nodded.

“Oh, N…” V sympathetically replied. I know that feeling, too well. V placed a hand on his back.

“I-I’m a risk to her safety, I-I-I should just leave her with you, she’d be happier and safer that way-” V looked N dead in the eyes.

“N. No. You are not leaving Uzi with me. We both know she’s a two-drone job. And I know you won’t hurt her.” She spoke in a stern, yet caring voice.

“V! How can you guarantee that?! I'd be doing more harm than help!” N’s arms exploded with movement, worry and fear engulfed him.

“J told me how you killed that worker that tried to take her… Did the bodies look the same?” N froze, thought, then nodded.

“Your systems are just reusing what you’ve experienced. We all know you won’t hurt her.” V Gently started to scratch N’s back.

“I want to trust you…” N brought his arms back to his chest, tail swaying by his side.

“Then do…” V brought her right hand to his chin gently rubbing it.

“I-I-I need to leave, clear my head…” N stood abruptly and flew off, V followed suit. Calling after him. Seriously? Did they both leave Uzi with me?! This is worse than buying stock before it dropped! J watched from her nest.

Uzi started to turn a toss. Oh, she’ll wake up… Ugh, I don’t want to deal with her, I'll just fix the blanket. J flew down to the bed quietly.

J walked closer and grabbed the blanket, and laid it over Uzi.

Before J could walk away, Uzi grabbed her arm. “Oh… Uh… No?” J looked at the little drone with worry. Uzi squeezed it closer as J tried to pull away. Kid, please, no. 

J tried to pull away some more, but couldn't. Great… I'm not fond of this… let go kid…

Uzi didn’t let go.

J sat down beside the bed, Uzi clutching her arm like a toy.

—

It wasn’t long before Uzi aroused, her half lidded eyes scanning around.

Now you’re awake. Good. Uzi started to yawn and J looked to the exit, one of her real eyes remained on Uzi, who was also staring at her, mouth open all the way from the yawn. Does the kid know about our eyes? Wait, wh- J Suddenly felt pain, it was bland compared to what she knew, but still pain nonetheless.

The kid had bitten her arm as tight as she could, and slightly glared at J. “Kid, let go, that’s annoying…” The kid almost recoiled from the words, a confused look filled her face as she let go. Slight dents… huh… J thought as she looked at her arm.

“Why didn’t you yell? N and V do that… “It's funny.” Uzi tilted her head, before laughing slightly.

“Because… I have felt greater pain before… Pain your simple bite couldn’t compare to…” J looked off to the side, sighing.

“Then I’ll just try harder!” The kid lunged for her arm. Really? Ugh…

J’s arm moved before the child could react, and before she could fall onto the bed J grabbed her by the back of her shirt and held her up at eye level. “Pointless endeavor really. You’d have an easier time boiling the ocean…” The little girl pouted, crossing her arms and frowning. “And your hair’s a mess.”

Her eyes flared with anger. “My mama did my hair! It’s just like her’s!” She flailed around, swiping at J best she could.

“When was the last time it was done?” J asked unamused, her deadpan eyes watching the youngster fail to make contact with her.

The child froze. “Uhhhh… Before N found me?” She said, raising an eyebrow. Am I really about to do this? Ugh, It’ll just bother me later…

“Wait here, I’m grabbing something.” J flew to the pod, went inside and grabbed a hairbrush, then flew back. “You can have your hat back in a second.” J grabbed the hat, setting it to the side.

“Hey! My hat!” Uzi tried to grab it but J already had her in her grasp.

“Just do as I say, and you’ll get it back.” J sat down on the bed, and placed Uzi’s back in front of her. “Now stay still.”

Uzi grumbed, but did as she was told. “You promise..?” J gently ran her fingers through Uzi’s hair, feeling the knots and tangles it had accumulated. Kids and their need to know, geez…

“... I promise…” J grabbed the brush and gently went through the hair, It snagged occasionally, but J never pulled hard.

“Owowowoww! Stop!” Uzi’s hand went under her hair, holding down what was being pulled on. “That hurt!” Her voice alarmed.

“Woah, calm down, I’m not pulling hard am I?” J moved the brush away as she gently grabbed her shoulders to turn her around. V was always better at this, kids ‘n stuff… But if I was able to do it with Tes her… Then Uzi should be no problem…

“No…” Uzi shyly replied, lowering her hand. J continued slowly. I think this might be harder than I first interpreted, but nothing I can’t do.

J gently brushed Uzi's hair, who whimpered every now and then from the tension of the brush and her hair. J kept on talking softly throughout it, a faint smile forming from memories of before.

“Hey… We’re almost done, okay?” J ran the brush through her hair again, It glided along smoothly.

“Okay…” Uzi dejectedly replied, holding her arm.

“Is there a reason you don’t like it being brushed? Also turn around real quick please.” Uzi turned, a tear dropped from her eye.

“I don’t like it pulling… I always cried when mama did it…” J started stylizing the hair back to how it was.

“I see, But hey, look I’m done now, okay?” J set the brush to the side and admired her work, softly smiling.

“...Thank you… Now can I have my hat back?” J muffled her laugh, causing Uzi to grin.

“Yeah yeah, here you go.” J haphazardly tossed the beanie to Uzi, who failed to catch it as it flew over her head.

“Hey! That was too high!” She stomped her foot.

“...Whoops.” J smugly replied. “But you could have jumped.”

“Bite me!” She stomped her foot again, fists formed by her side as she pouted.

“N would kill me if I did, so no.” J smirked.

“IT’S A METAPHOR!” 

“I know that, it’s just funny how mad you get.” heheh, dumb child. Uzi glared at J, And stormed off to find her hat. If looks could kill…

J smiled as Uzi looked around, then N and V came back, and her smile was replaced with a dull expression. V looked slightly worried, but N’s face told a story of too many thoughts, and none of them helpful.

“Mom! Dad! You’re back!” Uzi ran to them as they landed, and N displayed a false smile.

“Ay! Uzi! How were you?” His voice lied about how he was feeling. N picked her up, and spun around, causing her to giggle.

“I was good! J brushed my hair…” She smiled.

“Oh? That explains why you don’t have your hat.” V chuckled then gave J a questioning look. Ugh… I can do nice things without a secret reason. J flew off to her nest, a strange bitter taste resided in her mouth.

I forgot to put the brush back… oh well… J landed in her nest, and layed down, Right as V showed up, a clawed hand holding her up. J grumbled.

“J-” V started before J cut her off.

“No. I simply did that because you guys left, and I didn’t need to deal with her cries.” J lightly glared at V, who was slightly shocked.

“I was just going to thank you?” Oh… “And I’d like to ask something… Why did you brush her hair?” V raised a digital brow.

“It was a mess.” J notchelantly replied.

“How were you able to brush it though? Whenever we ask her, she refuses…” V climbed into the nest, sitting by the edge of it.

“I somewhat forced it?” J sat up too, her voice slightly unsure.

“Of course you did… How was she then?”

“...”

V’s eyes narrowed. “J… Please tell me.”

“She may have been slightly upset?” J could feel V’s anger. “But she said it was from the pressure! A-And I promise I was gentle!” J slightly panicked.

V starred, contemplating on what to say next.

“I will possibly stab you.”

J half-heartedly smiled. “Understandable.”

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Beta readers: What do you have there?

Me with 5 unfinished fics: A smoothie.

Hi guys! know it's been sometime! (3 months to be exact...) Glad to be able to give y'all an update! I have been writing... but unfortunately for other fics (-_-;)"> This will NOT be forgotten, just motivation is weird, so when I can I'll update it!

[igotthis-egg]

I love drawing middle aged men😻 Here’s Khan~

Btw am I like the only one in this fandom that really likes Khan?? I understand the reasoning behind why you guys don’t like him, but I like the fact that he’s not a static character and is actively trying to improve himself. I am a certified Khan lover. Argue with the wall.

[tastefulbean]

While my hand is recovering, I’ll take the time to hype up my MD fic being released later this week >:))

It’s a human AU with wacky shenanigans, nuzi content and horror elements!!

I have art for it up on my tumblr teeheee

[arobotjester]

[Final Hour - J Oneshot]

Anything's a oneshot if you post it all at once

[15writingducks]

The Manor Who's Maids Are Ghost C1

Thanks to @snugglesquiggle For inspo with their fic, Hostile Takeover!

The rain pattered around the graveyard.

Rain was a near constant.

But life wasn’t.

A sharp gasp cut through the marching of the drops, heavy breathing followed with movement.

The graveyard watched from its many eyes, eyes that belonged to drones long gone. There was no one to help them escape, the little girl was long gone.

But that wouldn’t stop Uzi.

Uzi just layed there, processing everything that happened that seemed mere minutes ago.

D-did we win… where’s N? V? W-why can’t I TALK? I-I-I-I- The crunch of glass and flap of leathery wings echoed through, the guard was back.

Who’s here… Her violet eyes only had white, gray, and black around her vision with an uneven red overlay. The only piece of the outside was minimal. Like a small scratch. All that she could see out of it was a puddle, some tree root, chain-link fence, and grass.

Am… I dead? Then how am I alive… Well, I feel alive… But that alone doesn’t mean anything…

Her thoughts froze when she saw a drone's arm come down, the hand replaced by a claw.

Who are you… small chirps could be heard. Then the arm left in an instant, they had taken off. I should probably start a timer, see how long it takes them to come back….. And Uzi did just that.

Whomever it was, they take about 11 minutes. Best say it’s 7…

Uzi waited till they left for the 8th time, then 2 minutes, before trying to move.

The metal above her groaned and creaked when she pushed up. She didn’t notice it before, but something had punctured her chest, thankfully only getting her voicebox.

Uzi used her solver to support the pile above her, allowing her room to sit. 5 minutes left… get over the fence, then run… yep, best plan i got…

Uzi then recognized what was surrounding her: Corpses. Drone’s. I’m in a graveyard. So am I dead? 

Uzi pushed a body away, pulled herself out, then pushed it back in place. 2 minutes?! I’m really cutting it short… I have to go now! Uzi dashed to the fence, it was barely taller than her. She put her foot in one of the holes, her other foot swung over and made contact with another hole.

Uzi took a glance back, bodies Piled upon each other. The fence connected to a small shed, it could barely have two workers fit in there from what Uzi could judge.

She then dropped from her position on the fence, and looked the other way. It was a large forest, Filled with oaks, weeping willows, and other trees Uzi didn’t even know. The floor of it looked damp, puddles everywhere, hard to tell if it was grass or moss that covered the floor. A low and wispy fog trickled from the woods, it would barely reach the top of her socks.

Uzi dashed to it, it was the only thing that seemed relatively safe from whomever came. How much time is left-... 34 seconds…

Uzi panicked. GET-BEHIND-A-TREE-GET-BEHIND-A-TREE-GET-BEHIND-A-TREE-IT DOESN'T-MATTER-JUST-LIVE! Uzi ran, not daring to look behind herself.

She tripped. Face planting into a puddle. Uzi pushed herself up, her jacket and beanie drenched. She froze for a second, then ran again. Times up… they’ll be here soon…

Uzi kept running, flaps of leather seeping into the sound of the rain. Uzi ducked behind a tree, still standing.

Less than 3 seconds later, a blur of white and black passed her. Giggles surrounding it. Uzi booked it, going left from where the thing had passed her.

Uzi’s processors were going into overtime. Hide! Hide! Find a route! Find a route! She kept running,the fog grew taller and denser the farther she went in. Suddenly the blur from before tackled her right side. Their right claw held her head down along with blocking her view of them.

nononONONONONO! Uzi kicked her attacker in what would be considered the stomach. They recoiled from that, but was barely down for a seconded before jumping to their feet, snarling and hissing. She was a worker wearing a maid outfit, only her right hand was clawed with a yellow eye on top of it, she had the striking yellow eyes and armband that any D-drone would have. Her silver hair seemed somewhat messier than usual. 

Uzi froze as she looked at her attacker, then quickly ran again.

Uzi ran and ran and ran, turning whenever she could, until the attacking drone got caught in some of the branches of the trees. Taking this chance, she ran to a tree, and climbed it.

She waited and waited. The rain covered her.

—

After being so bored from waiting for the hunter, she climbed higher, she kept climbing, breaking through the blanket of leaves. She scanned the area, trees seemed to stretch everywhere, the only clearings being the graveyard and a building. 

There! A house! No, not a house, a mansion of sorts! Who would live all the way out here? Actually, where IS here?!

Uzi then saw her attacker, flying to and from the mansion and graveyard. So she gave up? Weird, seems unlike her… but i think that’s my best bet…

Uzi crawled down, and walked in the direction of the home. Careful of the vines, branches, roots, and puddles.

When she reached the tree line, she didn’t run out immediately, instead, she waited till she knew that the drone couldn’t see her.

Now! The drone landed onto the roof and was walking on it, still completing what they were doing. Uzi ran to the doors, it was less than a mile away. 

Uzi ran but then her core ran cold, the leather wings were getting louder, Uzi kept running. But the wings grew quiet. Uzi didn’t slow until she reached the porch.

It was somewhat simple, just an extrusion with 2 posts on the corners with lanterns on each and a roof. Uzi climbed up the stairs and went to the grand double doors, they were a nice deep brown with golden colored handles. She stepped closer to the door bell, the same gold color but a nice white button that had a warm glow to it, and pressed it.

Uzi heard the soft jingle of the bell, and then someone rushed to the door. It opened with a nice soft creak, and she saw the familiar yellow eyed worker drone in a butler’s suit, his sweet smile the same. Something is wrong…

Uzi tried to say his name, but only a sharp pain and garbled static emerged, she slightly freaked out at that.

“Whoa! Slow down! Don’t want to damage yourself more!” he joyfully said, voice still the same. “You're new here, yeah?” his tone softened. “We’ll get you cleaned up and a new uniform.”

Uzi slowed with his words, watching him carefully. Don’t you remember me? Uzi? Please..? She then picked up the flaps of wings nearby her, she moved smoothly out of the doorway, onto the outskirt of the porch.

The drone didn’t have enough time to adjust, and ran into the drone, knocking them both down with a surprised squeak.

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Cold, cold, cold. My foot steps slow, dragging in the snow. I can't remember how long I've been walking, Holding my arms and biting my tongue. Cold, cold, cold. Everything is wrong, Why am I here? Cold, cold, cold. They'll come back for me. They have to. Alone, alone, alone. Can't think, can hardly breathe. My metal creaks beneath my chest. Is this where it ends? Alone, alone, alone. System failure, inevitable end. Is it too late to be saved? Alone, alone, alone. They aren't coming back for me, are they. -------

I like doing teasers for stuff, since it keeps the hype going. So expect little teasers for Frostbite in the Lair of the Solver like this to be semi-frequent :3

[confused-and-thriving]

Okay. Wow. My first fic post on here. Here we go.

This is a short Murder Drones story inspired by the art of the lovely @ent-te. I am terribly sorry for the wait. I've had.. a week. I tried paragraphing it, but I do not know how, so it's just going to be one big text block for now. Apologies. Without any further rambling, please enjoy.

A single act of kindness.

V didn't expect there to be a surprise gift on her kitchen counter when she woke up this morning. Nor did she think it'd be something so personal. But there they sat, a round pair of glasses, clearly meant to mimic her old ones. All the way down to the golden tint. Hesitantly, the disassembly drone lifted them up to get a better look. There was a plain brown tag on the arm of the glasses. It read, "For V." That much, she could've guessed. But she wanted to know who it was from. Who in their right mind would bother to get a gift for her of all people? Especially one so unnecessary? V didn't need glasses. Sure, her vision was never perfect without them, but she'd made it this far. The very idea should be insulting. Someone had implied that she needed these to function. V didn't feel insulted, for some reason. No, she felt.. glad. Someone had cared enough to get this gift for her. It wasn't like she was alone, but she always figured she was the last thought among her friends. This proved her wrong. She thought for a moment. It didn't seem like an N thing to do. He wouldn't just leave it here. Uzi would use the gift as an opportunity to mock V, and Lizzy would want to be there to film her reaction. So who? Turning the tag over, she got her answer. No fancy decorations or bright glitter pen, or anything of that nature. The back of the tag held only one letter. One letter that spoke more than it needed to. "J." The glasses were from J. The former leader of the disassembly drones was presumed dead or missing after the fight with Cyn. But everyone knew that as long as the planet was still in one piece, (mostly) J was still lurking about somewhere. V should've felt angry. She should've been furious that that traitorous bastard was still around. Mocking her by leaving things in her house. Reminders of her past. But she didn't. As much as she wanted to, V felt no anger. Instead, she felt a strange sense of calm. This mysterious drone who'd gotten V such a meaningful gift? It was J. That was strange to think about. They'd fought so many times that V had just made J the villain in her mind. But that wasn't true. J wasn't a villain. She was afraid. Afraid of Cyn. It didn't excuse her actions, and if this gift was an apology, then it was a poor attempt. But J never was good at apologising. This was a start. And it meant the world to V.

[uzis-dopeaf-hat]

the illusion of choice - Human Murder Drones AU

Summary: Uzi is forced to work together with one of the most insufferable classmates she knows, a stoner... and Thad, after an incident in the science lab at school.

With her academic standing on the line, the four must cooperate to salvage what's left of the mess they've made by participating in the annual festival for the town.

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I posted this before but can't find it anywhere so I'll just repost it. It's a little different than when I first drafted it but I have a little sneak peak of my fic that I'm probably putting way too much effort into :')

The first few words for the fic- I won't post all of it until it's complete but this is 2632 words of 15376,, and I haven't even gotten to the meat of the first part ack,,

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A girl- with tanned skin and looking to be around sixteen, was sitting in her school's chemistry lab. She wore a black t-shirt with a relatively high collar and a gray jacket atop unzipped. A darker black skirt lay just over her hips, reaching her mid-thigh, the t-shirt tucked in. Black stockings adorned her legs with brown knee-high boots, laces running from the base to the top. A light brown beanie rests on her deep purple hair. The girl's eyes were also purple, although they seemed to be glaring at the other students around her. 

Her hand idly fiddles with the choker around her neck, a silver o-ring resting on her throat connecting the black leather of the collar together.

The girl, Uzi, grumbles as the two idiots sitting in front of her continue their discussion on whether or not they can create alcohol with the chemicals they were provided with for their chemistry lab that day. They were testing reaction types with certain compounds in various ways, which is up to their lab groups.

This usually isn’t a huge issue as her seatmate- Thad- is typically her assigned partner. He was a stocky blonde with green eyes who was head of the football team. Charismatic and a hard worker despite his mediocre GPA. He was probably the only person in school Uzi actually liked.

Each lab table could fit four people, and since Thad was constantly to the right of her, he’d usually take pity when the teacher made the students choose their partners. Fortunately, that was a rare case when the teacher was in a good mood (which was never) and decided to let them pick their partners freely.

And in those rare cases, every single time Uzi tried to insist she was fine by herself, hide, or even pretend she already had a partner, the teacher has always either caught her or assigned her to an already made group (and this never ends up well for anyone in the classroom). Hence, why Thad (literally the ONLY person who occasionally talked to her outside of class) would always partner up with the girl.

She pretends it doesn’t make her chest feel funny.

But in a not super rare case (unfortunately), the whole lab table was required to conduct today's experiment together. 

In front of Uzi sat Sam, the typical resident stoner one can probably conjure up easily in their head. He was a stereotypical guy, except maybe the lack of obnoxiously long dirty hair. He always had a beanie on like Uzi herself, though he has a buzzcut whenever it's off… which is seldom (once again, like Uzi). He currently wore brown cargo pants and a dark knitted sweater.

Uzi wouldn’t mind the boy if he remembered… well, anything about her… but more importantly their freaking assignments that he constantly forgets to finish (she makes Braidon do Sam’s share). 

He always forgot her name, and even after reminding him, he again forgets within the next few minutes. It's probably because of all the edibles he eats. Uzi thanks god every day she doesn’t have to deal with the stench of weed from this boy because god only knows if he’d survive her rage of having to smell that shit all day. They have close lockers so she wouldn’t be able to escape that reek even if she wanted to.

As for Braidon, he was a stuck-up, rude, and obnoxious redhead. He and Thad were definitely on the higher ranking when it came to their school's hierarchy, but unlike Thad, he flaunted that status in the stupidest ways Uzi could imagine. Constantly cut others in line at lunch, always making sure he’d “accidentally” spill his food onto the girl (which, way to get creative, idiot? Lizzy’s pulled that one back in Middle School), being the goddamned teacher's pet while borderline tattling on Uzi for things that never even happened (like the one time Rebecca stuck gum in another girl's hair and had Braidon blame Uzi for it), and most recently, decided to “confiscate” Uzi’s belongings for a search as another student has supposedly reported to a staff member that she had firearms on her (which she didn’t, even at her dad’s insistence). 

Yeah, Uzi wasn’t fond of the asshole. Her dad always tells her not to fight so much with the other students, always urging her to make amends with the boy. She knows this is only because Braidon’s dad had a huge say in the community, along with one of the bigger funders of their shitty school. Uzi knows she could easily bend that bastard if he ever tried to get physical with her. And while she knew better than to retaliate physically with so much stacked against her (police chief's daughter or not), she had her exceptions. 

The last time a bully tried really hurting her she kicked them straight in the face. Uzi had never felt more alive. Her dad wasn’t pleased with her two-week suspension, though.

But back to the shithead, he and his annoying ass tie made its presence known by discussing loudly with Sam about the lack of possibility of turning their little chemistry experiment into alcohol of all things. 

“Sam of all the things you could contribute, why choose this ridiculous notion? Whoever you give that to is going to end up in the hospital.” Braidon states, seemingly uninterested. Thad lets out a chuckle as Sam just gives a lazy shrug, mixing some chemicals he stole from one of the cabinets into a spare beaker that was left on the shelves. “Just lookin’ for somethin’ to do. Wasn’t this the uh- like, what we’re supposed to be doing anyways?” Sam questions, still casually mixing.

Braidon scoffs as he recites their assignment to Sam. Uzi growls and gets out her worksheet, intending to finish her work before class ends. With or without the help of her partners. Braidon will just figure out the work himself and give the information to Sam to copy.

She notices Thad watching her as she prepares their materials. She flushes a bit but elects to ignore the heat rushing to her face as she finishes setting up, turning to Thad when she’s deemed everything fit to continue.

“Ya ready?” She asks, making sure she doesn’t sound too interested in what he’ll have to say. Thad nods before he quirks a brow at the two in front of them. “What about them?”

Uzi rolls her eyes, “They’ll catch up, as always”. Uzi cracks her knuckles. “Let’s just get this over with already so I can stop talking to you idiots”.

Thad only nods, used to Uzi’s blase and hostile nature to feel too offended.

As the two work, Braidon seems to notice them moving on without him and Sam and huffs, before beginning to write down their data and shoving Sam in the arm to try and steer his attention at the task at hand (which has about a 30% success rate).

Despite Uzi’s general dislike of her school’s populace (or her town), they’re usually able to get shit done with minimal issues. Thad and Sam typically make for good buffers between the two. If left alone with each other for too long, an argument is guaranteed, along with a high chance of Uzi having a nice visit to the principal's office. 

With that being said, minimal incidents does not mean zero incidents.

The group finishes their lab reports first, thanks to Braidon and Uzi’s knowledge on the subject (not that anyone is singing her praises), and they proceed to turn in their papers. Uzi cleans up the lab table since Sam is too doped up to realize it needs cleaning, while Braidon doesn’t care to help if it means any more interaction with Uzi, which neither of them wants.

Thad, of course, helps. And Uzi makes sure to be extra careful when he hands her a beaker he just rinsed, cautiously preventing her fingers from grazing his (even if she may desperately crave to). It doesn’t take long to finish, and Uzi lets out a sigh as she places herself back on her stool, checking her phone and noting that she only has twenty minutes before class ends. Luckily, this is her last class of the day. Once that bell rings she is out. 

Uzi leans down to grab her bag below her seat, struggling, before letting out a defeated groan and hopping out of her chair to reach it instead. She places it on the table before jumping back in her spot, yanking her earbuds from the bag's side pocket and shoving them in her ears and phone aux. 

She puts on one of the many random playlists she’s painfully curated over the years on, turning up the volume probably too high to drown out her shitty class. She then grabs one of her journals (which looked to have been used quite a bit), a blue and a black ballpoint pen (she’d need new ones soon), and a thick folder filled with varying sizes of used paper (both blank and assignments).

The others ignore her, Thad knowing better than to look at her work as last time he did so she shouted at him so suddenly that he couldn’t hear out of his left ear for the entirety of football practice.

Uzi turns to where she had left the journal’s bookmark ribbon, the page showing different designs for a variety of weapons, the next page is the start of a messy sketch of a landscape being made with small notes added here and there. It was a blank journal, so no lines obscured the mess of ink she had left behind.

Uzi hums as her music continues to blare, turning it up more as some lab tables away a group is having a spat about their results. 

Next, she grabs her folder, which is purple and made of cheap cardboard. The spine was starting to deteriorate and the smaller subfolders had been repaired with black duct tape to help keep it connected, barely keeping all her papers together (she’d have to delegate some old papers to recycling or her closet soon). All of the papers were filled with notes from over the years, keeping the most important ones to the left, and the most relevant to the right. Uzi grabbed one from the right subfolder and turned it around to check the back, before setting it down and closing the folder. 

On one side of the paper was a one-page assignment that had been graded and returned, a large ‘100%’ in red marker covering the top. On the other side, there were more notes, mostly about some sort of story concept, along with side notes to footnotes, unorganized and multicolored. Uzi looks at some of the purple ink left on the paper, making a mental note to grab a pack of purple pens as well when she eventually goes to the store.

Looking at the paper, she smiles a bit before getting to work in her journal, making some lightly sketched areas more detailed, adding elements she had previously intended to incorporate. In the corner in all caps in small letters, the words “DEATH’S DRONES: PLANET-9 CONCEPT.” Underneath in an even smaller font was “title a work in progress.” Uzi wasn’t very proud of her naming abilities. 

As the girl continued her sketching, she didn’t notice her table mates suddenly begin to speak. Not until someone rounded the table and painfully ripped one of her earbuds out.

“OW, What the absolute f-” She’s interrupted from her anger by the suspect, Braidon, tutting at her and waving a hand. 

“Oh, hush up you’ll be fine. We just needed you for something real quick.”

Uzi growls as she narrows her eyes, now noticing that Thad and Sam are also staring at her, with Sam at some point having also stood up and placed next to Braidon. He was still holding the beaker from earlier. She checks her phone. 

‘2:53,’ a little over five minutes left of this hellhole. Uzi detested the idea of getting into an argument with the idiot in front of her and having to stay at the school for any longer than she wanted because she had somehow “instigated” the dickhead and would probably have to attend detention. 

With a groan, the girl relented. “And why the hell do you need me?”

There’s a flash in Braidon’s eyes, and Uzi glares harder. It’s so unfair that the three surrounding her are still taller than her even on this death trap of a chair. Bullshit is what this is, but she’s not about to back down just because of a little height difference.

“Just drink this, Doorman.” He grabs the beaker Sam is holding and shoves it in Uzi’s face. Uzi looks down at it, eyes widening in surprise. Thad lets out a small noise, seemingly debating whether or not to step in. Sam, to his credit, finally looks a little less out of it and gives Braidon a confused look.

“Uhh… I thought you said if someone drank that it would-” He’s cut off when Braidon holds his hand up. The taller of the two glares, “Ah- I was just being hyperbolic, Sam. She’ll be fine! And hey, if this works, Chad and Brad will have something new to serve at their next party. Or you, Thad.” He gives a glance to the jock as he gives out a mirthful smile.

Then, he turns back to Uzi, placing the beaker in front of her. “Whenever you’re ready.” He grins, eyes sharp.

Uzi stares at him, then at Sam, then Thad. 

Braidon has a smug grin, his arms crossed as he waits impatiently for Uzi to take a sip of Sam’s concoction. Sam himself looks a little confused but mostly tired. He gives a small yawn and when he catches Uzi’s gaze shares a lazy wave. Thad just looks pensive, smiling encouragingly when their eyes connect.

Uzi takes a breath, pausing her music and calmly taking out her other earbud, before picking up the beaker.

Then, as she stares directly at the redhead, pours the liquid down the sink drain that lies in the middle of their lab table.

Sam laughs a bit, not caring about his half-hour of work being drained away. Thad looks a little relieved, though stares at the sink confused. 

And Braidon looks pissed.

Uzi sticks her tongue out at him and as she’s about to speak, a slow, crescendo of sizzling reaches her ears.

Confused, she turns to Thad who’s still looking at the sink, seemingly startled. She turns only to jolt when she realizes something is coming up from the drain. Both she and Thad bolt up from their seats (Uzi with some difficulty) when the sizzling gets louder and louder.

She backs up and bumps into the two boys behind her, but she’s too spooked to care. It seems they have the same mindset as neither comment on it.

Suddenly, there’s a loud ‘pop!’ and a large flash that engulfs the whole room...

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And when the light fades away? Uzi pales at what she sees.

The sink was ruined, the metal corroded away and the surface of the table surrounding the sink also damaged. Whatever Sam had mixed together had eaten at the metal sink and table, leaving behind smoke that thankfully seemed to be teetering out.

The entire class was quiet, staring at the ruins of the corner lab table with wide eyes and open mouths. 

Until a very angry teacher marches up to the four and screams.

“YOU FOUR, TO THE OFFICE. NOW.” 

Not one of them protested as all four rushed out of the classroom.

Uzi’s hands were shaking.

She ignores it.

-

Endgame is Nuzi, but obviously, a lot of shit has to happen before that. At least here. There will be hints of SmokeyBat and Thuzi. Braidon and Uzi fucking hate each other so uh,, no.

Okay, that's all I have for now. If I remember I'll post a proper summary some day whehe.

I dip now :P

[ziekkfreak2-0]

Okay. So.

I'm like. So swamped with stuff to do even though! It's!! December!!!

That's not to say I haven't been working on it. It's just that a lot of it is rough ideas and sketches, and even then it's been a while since I've made presentable concept art.

The presentable concept art in question:

The most feasible thing for me to do at this time is to just. Answer asks abt the AU. And occasionally drop small bits of writing. I'm mainly an artist tho, so tell me what you guys want. To wait 5 bajillion years for more lineups, or to be fed bits and pieces of actual story.

But ☝️ if you want a sneak peak into what happens in the manor, there is this WONDERFUL fic written by @entitiy-4 called Processor Upgrade on ao3. It's short, but I think you'll find it leaves quite the impact (just like Z, hehehe).

They're a genuinely amazing writer and have been feeding me so many ideas and writings for this AU that ISN'T EVEN DONE YET?? What the fuck.

GO READ IT!!!

SURPRISE IT'S A SWAP AU!!!

...kinda. These are their initial designs at the start of the series. So... Their pilot designs!

As always, rambling below the cut (as well as the cast in ep 2).

I love Dead Lmao. They're my favorite character.

AU PREMISE:

Swap AU but N, V, and J go to a private school. And the disassembly drones are vaguely bug themed.

UNORGANIZED THOUGHTS:

🔺 The private school Nexus, Virtue, and Julie go to has a very strict dress code. They enforce bleached hair, white eyes, a headband with their number on it, and a monochrome uniform. The only exception being that accessories can be any color.

🔺 NVJ are all orphans, and their school also doubles as an orphanage.

🔺 I'm gonna explain it in each of their solos, but I swear I have a reason for Virtue and Nexus' goofy ahh names LMAO.

🔺 Elliott manor and Tessa still exist, buuut things go a bit differently.

🔺 Not completely sure what Nori, Khan, and Yeva's roles will be atm, but they're going to be senior WDs at Elliott Manor.

🔺 You can probably guess who the solver's host is based on the color, right?

🔺 This is a swap au, but certain roles will remain the same (for example: J dying. Get blasted, idiot.)

🔺 Lizzy and Thad (called L and T in this AU) are the other two Disassembly Drones alongside Z.

🔺 Cyn, Tessa, L and T are probably gonna come up in the next lineup. Giggle =}

The rest of the info (mostly the character design-specific ones) will come up as I post their solos + doodles.

SOLOS:

JULIE SOLO: 🖋️

VIRTUE SOLO: 🍏

NEXUS SOLO: 🐾

COMICS:

(mostly shitposts atm)

"Doll's gonna massacre the gala!", "Pocket-sized bug", "Girl just pick a damn outfit", "You will surely not regret eating: 50 slices of cheese"

CONCEPT STUFF:

Julie Doe, Spooky Z, DD Uzi, The Cylly, Disassembly Drone Diagram, Info Dumping

[skyrigel]

[hollis-art]

fem hilson is attacking my brain like they're seagulls and i happened to bring food to the beach,,,

and in regard to my original fem hilson post where i mentioned that wilson for sure had an impulsive pixie cut that she very much regretted:

women,,,,

[15depressedducks]

As I was reading your story, I was wondering if you had any shenanigans during the writing process?

Also, looking forward to the next chapter!

I do! I share the doc I write on with my beta reader @thatonechezyboi and have bunch of Cylly things!

(Urple is Chezy)

[igotthis-egg]

Cyn design :)

Why is she in the military as a 14 year old? In future Earth’s society, if you’re in poverty or orphaned, you’re better off joining the military than trying to work your way up in a broken system. Born rich, live lavishly. But born poor, you must serve the rich.

Yes she is N’s biological sister, to clarify

[heph]

The fics where the ducklings are heavily invested in their boss' love life

[arobotjester]

chapter 5 of my fic DYFM is nearly done, so you know what that means!! out of context meme image based on a moment from the chapter!!

[15writingducks]

(I'm coming back before it ends, so it'll be ~1-2 hours :/)