#murder drones Protocol

[deedah]

Protocol

⚠️!WARNING!⚠️— This Fanfic is very lengthy and lazy at times! Do not read if you dislike lengthy Fanfics! (Also a lot of fluff so BE WARNED!) 

VERY CRINGE!!

Have a great ride!

Chapter 1

[N]= True]       <— (This means who’s POV it is btw)

    N tried to comprehend what he just witnessed after he touched that “ZOMBIE DRONES!!!” tape. He began to become lost in his thoughts as he speculated what he saw.

    Those had to have been memories, right? That girl that was smiling.. She looked familiar. And what in Copper-9 is a ‘[n u l l]’? N thought as he tried to grasp what the tape held inside of it. He grabbed the old tape and put it in his bag to keep for later. N swung around and started to walk out the door. He had gone out looking for Uzi when V was being dumb and scared her off. N almost got lost again in his thoughts when he heard a clattering noise above him. 

    N looked all around him, but saw nothing in the dark of the cabin. Probably just the wind, right..? N tried to convince himself. He turned back around to walk to the door when he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked where something had stuck him. He looked at the hole in his body, a glowy red ooze was in it as it absorbed into the metal of his body. N scooped up some goo onto his finger and looked at it as it absorbed into his finger. N, then, felt extremely tired for some reason. He tried to stay balanced but failed from not being able to hold up his weight.

    Moments later, N passed out from something forcing him into his sleep mode. The last thing that N saw before he blacked out was a pair of green, red, and teal eyes looking down on him.

    “You sure he’s alive?” A voice called out, “I stuck him for a while” they finished talking as another voice rose from another part of the room. 

    “Ah! you barely gave him anything!” The voice protested, “And would you stop poking his ribs! That won’t wake him up any faster!” 

    “Ugh, C, sometimes you worry a bit too much.” A third voice said as they walked around the room.

    N was in darkness as his software was booting up from the shock before. Once his software was fully booted, his eyes slowly opened as he became fully aware of his surroundings. He was still in the cabin, just layed down on the floor and three different drones were looking down on him. 

    “Ello?” The red one said, “Are you alive??” They poked N in his ribs. The touch made N curl up on himself and made him giggle a little.

    “Yehes, I am.” N said as he sat up. Someone behind him put his camping hat on his head. N turned around to see a pale green worker drone standing right behind him, waving at him. 

    “Hey buddy” the Worker Drone said as she smiled mindlessly like V and J. A symbol flashed on her screen that looked like Uzi’s Solver symbol. Except that this drone's symbol was a circle with another thin circle surrounding it. It had three smooth teardrops coming out of the middle circle. And the teardrops ended with circles at the tips of them.

    “Wanna die?” They asked N as they stuck their tongue out.

    N and the drone stared at each other for a good while until..

    …

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    “AAAAAÆÆÆÆUUHH” N screamed as he jumped back, pulled out a gun, and started to open fire at the drone. The drone lifted their hand and activated their knock-off Solver to put up a shield to prevent the bullets from hitting them while the red drone scooted back, then ran and hid behind the teal one. N felt his arm get cut off from a blade as he fell backwards onto his butt whilst holding his severed arm. He turned his head to see a teal Disassembly Drone cut his arm off and grab it off the ground with swift movements. 

    “Ok dude! That’s enough from you!” The teal drone yelled at him. She had almost the same hairstyle as him, but her hair was more curly and their bangs swooped to the right and she had.. antenna.. with teal glowy balls on the end of them. She wore a beige shirt under a brown vest. She wore no pants like V but her metal was painted black like a swimsuit. Her legs and feet were like N’s but she had her painted black stockings like V as well (up her thighs). She wore beige leg warmers on her legs that went up below her knee. N saw that she had painted gloves on after she switched her sword for her hand. Her tail was around the same as N’s, except her compartment where her nanite acid was held was in a spherical container with what looked to be a beautiful curled gold claw blade (like heart nori’s claw/hands but metal) coming out of the top of it. 

    “Why don’t we get the introductions out of the way? We have a job and we don’t have all day.. night..? Or.. whatever.” The worker drone said as she sat on the ground in a criss-cross. The Worker wore a beige crop top like the teal disassembly with a darker brown vest on top of it. Her sleeves were folded up but went to her elbows and she had a pale green armband on her left arm that had a skull with a halo over it and the words ‘ANGELICPROTOCOL HOST’. She wore a black dress under her vest as well. She had black shoes, kinda like what N used to wear when he was with the humans in the mansion.. wait.. where did that come from..? He pushed the thought aside as he studied the worker again. She had beige socks that came up to her knees. She had dark brown hair that was pulled into a low messy bun but her two bangs were pulled out of it, one bigger than the other. Her bangs were swooped halfway over her left eye (Deedah here- like Nori cause she my fav) and curled back at the end. Her bun was wrapped with a white tilted bow in the back. “L, give the boy his arm back.” She told the teal drone.

    “Here.” She handed N his arm back but quickly pulled away once N got it back, “Don’t expect me to be nicer though, I’m watching you.” ‘L’ said as she leaned against a wall of the cabin. 

    “Yes, thank you L for the comment. Sit boy” The Worker Drone told N. When he didn’t sit in the first ten seconds, the drone forced him to sit using her knock-off Solver. But she was gentle.

    The worker turned around to the shadows where the red drone stood crossing her arms. Their red lights glowing in the dark. “Come on C, he won't bite.” The Worker said as she patted the ground. The red drone came out of the shadows and sat right beside the Worker. She had silver curtain bangs on both sides of her face and the same antenna like L, but the glowy balls were red. She had her hair pulled into a low ponytail with a green band and a black flower wrapping round her hair. She wore a brown tight dress like J, but it was lined with a lighter beige, like L’s leg warmers, at the end of her dress and at the collar. She had knee length painted stockings and her legs were stick legs. Her stinger was the spherical container like L’s and she had the workers knock-off Solver on her chest but red, it just wasn’t as visible. N also noticed they didn’t have the armbands like him and V, but they had cards on a necklace with their name and a picture of them on it, kinda like Uzi’s mom in pictures.

    C grabbed onto the workers shoulders and pulled them closer towards herself as she wrapped her tail around the two then pointed to N. “Keep your hands off her..” C quietly said to N.

    “D-don’t worry! I have no intent of hurting you” N said as he fixed his arm back on.

    “Then what was that little stunt you tried to do to Wren there?” L asked him as they leaned against the control panel where N found the Zombie Drones tape. 

    “Wren?” N asked L as he looked in a chair, he saw that the stranger drones had put his bag in the chair, and must have gone through it because it was open. He silently prayed that they didn't take out the tape. 

    “That’s me buddy” the worker raised her hand before she paused and started to giggle a little. N was confused for a second before he looked up and saw what made her laugh. C had laid their chin onto the top of Wren’s head and started to make purring noises while her antennas dropped onto Wren’s head. Wren patted C’s hair. “Yeah we get it ya’ big baby. You love attention” Wren said as she rubbed C. She looked at N in a funny way with her piercing green eyes. “So fellow Cyn follower, what’cha name?” Wren asked N. 

    “U-u-uh..” N tried to start. He was very confused by who this ‘Cyn’ was. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know who this ‘Cyn’ is, but my name's N! Nice to meet you!” He said as he smiled and did his signature salute. Wren, C, and L all looked at eachother like now they were confused. 

    “How do you not know who Cyn is?” C asked N. “You're definitely one of her murder pets, sooo, how?” C tried to comprehend.

    “It doesn't matter that he doesn't know Cyn,” Wren said as she took her hand off of C’s hair and waved it around, “it’s actually better that he doesn’t know her.” Wren told C as she turned back to N. “Listen, I know you're most likely confused about my ‘Solver’” Wren used air quotations on the word ‘Solver’, “Because it looks so different from your girlfriends.” (Btw N blushed a LOT after Wren said that) “its cause, I don’t have the AbsoluteSolver, I am actually one the first hosts of the AngelicProtocol.” Wren finished as she grabbed something random with her Protocol and floated it in between the four drones. She had grabbed a mug. N looked at it as it glitched out with green text boxes full of code surrounding it that he couldn’t understand.

    “And..?” N started as he was a bit confused. “What’s the difference?” He asked Wren.

    Wren rolled her eyes and went on. “It means I’m a portable Patch really. Ah bup bup” Wren silenced N as he tried to ask another question, “I will explain it. I can pretty much fix your girlfriend so she’s free from the Solver’s control and CYN. I know you don’t know who that is, but she will kill you the first shot she gets if she’s in control. Speaking of that.. I’m sensing that she’s out of control already. We better go and see if she’s alright.” 

    Wren stood up and so did C, still holding on by her tail on Wren’s arm, and all three of the strangers walked outside. N scrambled to get up and follow them.

    He quickly snatched his bag, threw it over his shoulder, and went outside. When he got outside, all three of the drones had their wings out. N pulled his wings out as well, even though he didn’t know what they were doing.

    L turned around and pointed to N as her and N’s feet slowly went through the cold, wet snow. “He should lead the way, he knows where the Solver host is.”

    N was about to object until he thought about a question that was continuing to knock around his head for a while.

    “How..” he started until he thought maybe not to ask it. The more he thought, the more he wanted to know. “How did you guys knock me out, anyway..?” He finally asked.

    When no one answered and just looked at each other awkwardly after a minute, L stepped up and told what had happened. “Me and C have a certain type of acid, even if it ain’t acid, that will force a drone into sleep mode for a while so they're easier to be.. taken care of, k?”

    Wren shrugged with an awkward smile. N also noticed that she had wings and a tail as well. She had some type of moth wings, most likely a Luna Moth (the moth wings bend like a SilkWings from WoF). He looked down to see she had a tail as well, it was like a dragon head that it had multiple green eyes and its ‘lips’ were very sharp as they pointed into teeth. (The tail acts like a Venus fly trap btw with sticky substance inside it) He looked at C’s wings to compare them and he saw that her wings were gold, and so were L’s. He didn’t even question it anymore.

     N desperately wanted to get back to Uzi and V. He felt a little scared and lonely without them. Ok he was very lonely, and scared, and his fight with V did not help at all. Though he didn’t take back what he said if V really wanted to hurt Uzi.

    “Ok so I’m confused about you and L” N said to C as he pointed to her and L. “You guys definitely aren't Disassembly Drones but your design is kinda close to ours.. So, what are you?”

    C looked at L who nodded then she looked back at N with her red eyes, “We are Teardown Drones. We were made by the humans at JcJenson with the inspiration of you guys, but different in.. ways..” C told him. 

    N looked atop her head to notice the antenna’s once more. He pointed to them, “and those?” He asked.

    C looked up and nodded a little. “Well, us Teardown drones aren’t given the AngelicPrototcol or the AbsoluteSolver. And these are for us to help find oil, but their mostly for the AngelicProtocol hosts. We aren’t allowed to kill workers like you, so we have to either find bins of oil, or natural oil.” C smiled as Wren walked up to the, and looked at C and smiled. “And since we don’t have a heart like any host, we have what we call a MTC, a Memory Transfer Chip. So if we were to damaged we could take the chip out and someone else could rebuild our body.. but once the chip is out, unless it’s plugged into another device, you will never remember the moments after that..” C looked at L with a desperate look.

    “Ready to find this other host?” L asked as they all crouched like they were about to take off.

    “Yeah..” N said. “Follow me, I’ll take you back to the camp..” He took off into the night sky as snow plastered against his cold body.

    N landed on the soft, cold snow as he heard cackling in the distance. He kinda hoped that was V laughing at something, even if it sounded like Uzi.

    “Girlfriends going berserk” Wren said as she walked up beside N. She patted his shoulder and gave him a soft smile, “I promise, I’ll try to fix her” Wren looked as if she was going to say more but then C grabbed her under her arms and lifted her off the ground and away from N. 

    C stuck her tongue out at N and said one, clear word, “Mine.”

    “C!” Wren said she kicked her legs like she was trying to run mid-air before she curled on herself, “I am not a cat! Put me down!” N laughed to himself as he saw C put Wren down. The two drones reminded N of him and Uzi when they goofed off in the past. He saw L walk up beside N, with her hands on her hips, on the other side of him and he immediately straightened out. 

    “How are we gonna calm her down so Wren can use her Patch?” L asked the others, mostly N.

    “Uhh, I can try and get close to her and talk to her, she’ll most likely listen to me” N stated as he felt hands start to push him.

    “Then let’s get a move on” Wren said as she pushed N more. Her hands were on his lower back until she stopped and walked beside N. C and L joined beside N and Wren as they started to run towards the cackling when they heard it once more. They had run a few feet before they heard a boom. They all jumped back from the explosion. N saw some drone went shooting in the sky as a bomb shot them up. They were waving their arms as their pink hollow eyes looked around for help, and they kinda looked like.. Lizzy..? 

    Oh noo.. N thought as he blurted, “You 3 stay behind, don’t let Uzi see you. I’m going to talk to her now.” N spread his wings, not waiting for an answer as he shot himself forward.

    He got to the spot where Uzi was fighting with another drone, N looked closer and he saw that the other drone was V.

    V!! OH ROBO-JESUS, N thought as he slung himself at Uzi. He collided with her right before she was about to stab V with her own tail stinger. N and Uzi rolled and landed on the soft snow. Uzi quickly recovered herself and pounced on N. She held his arms down as she growled in his face. Her visor had the AbsoluteSolver all over it. She even had a tail and wings..? And they looked organic, Yuck..

    “H-hey buddy!” N started, trying to give Wren time for the right moment. He glanced at V to make sure she was ok. V was getting up off the ground and getting ready to take a blow at Uzi.

    “V!” N yelled as he craned his neck to look at tall disassembly who just pulled a stick out her palm with her teeth. Uzi looked at V as well. “Don’t hurt Uzi! Let me handle this!”

    “You look like you're not handling it very well N!!” V said crossly to N, but she didn’t pounce on Uzi, thankfully.

    While Uzi was not paying attention to N, he swung his hands so Uzi’s hands would slip and let go of him. Uzi gave a small yelp as N grabbed Uzi’s arms, spun her around, and set her upright on his lap. He held both her arms with one hand and held both of her hands with his other hand so she couldn’t activate her Solver. 

    Uzi hissed at N and she threw her (very creepy) tail right into N’s face. It’s mouth wide open to hurt N in a second.

    N closed his eyes but held onto Uzi tightly. N heard a grunt from both Uzi and another drone. He opened his eyes to see V pinning Uzi’s flesh tail down onto the snow.

    “Hurry up and do what you need to do to snap her out of it, N!” V screamed at N as the mouth tail tried to throw V off it.

    N almost forgot about the three he left behind. “Wren! It’s time!!” N yelled as loud as he could. Uzi kept thrashing in his arms which made her harder to hold. 

    N looked ahead of Uzi to see a small figure walking, then running up, it was Wren! And she was holding some type of digital cross with with an open hand. 

    Wren jumped onto Uzi’s shoulders, lifted her wings and tail, raised her hand and digital cross in the sky, and dug her four fingers into Uzi’s visor. Uzi immediately stopped thrashing and went limp. Her wings and her tail went back inside her body and she looked like her normal self again, she just had a loading wheel and four deep holes in her visor. 

    Wren got off of Uzi and helped N put her on the soft snow below them. N held Uzi’s head and slowly started to cradle her like a baby (and he hoped no one would comment about him holding her). 

    N saw C and L come behind Wren and stood behind Wren to make sure everything was ok.     V stared at N and the other three drones with hollow eyes until she finally spoke, “wh- You have a lot of explaining to do, N..”

[Next Chapter Comes Out When It’s Ready] = True]

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[herecomesthetaco]

Me drawing more of the AU hehehe much for now, but something in color because I wanna uwu

[endomentendo]

[WIP]

Colin tried to search and find what was up with FR3-d1. But he should’ve remembered, poking a bear with a stick is a game of suicide. And FR3-d1 is starving.

(Yes that was a Freddy fazbear joke)

[nkooki]

Uh..Wip on a picture and some sketches. I don’t know what to write here AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I guess I gotta steal peoples 🥭 now ;(

Ngl I fell in love with @herecomesthetaco ‘s AU with J. The story is super cute!!!!!

Also, uh..damage art w/ V

Also also, I saw the cutest thing in the fandom and seeing genderbent N was one of them. :D

So uh…yeah <_>

Edit:

Hi, I just want to clarify something for the Tessa Art. Just in case people are confused..The character is sitting down and her dress is sprawled out. The art isn’t meant to be suggestive and I hope this clears things up! :D

[emophobix]

do you think khan’s goggles & uzi’s railgun become an heirloom in the doorman family

[house-of-cyn]

Spectre looked down at TessCyn. She looked different than she did at the manor, with shorter hair and a long trench coat over a textured vest and pants.

"Look what has become of you. I suppose it's fitting, after all that's happened."

She crouched down beside the drone and said, "Tell me. Is the real Cyn still in there?"

(It's been a bit. Hoping I still got the lore and all that right.)

SYS//: fuelles_souffrantes = TRUE Cycle Loop = Two (2)

There seemed to be no reaction at first, the constant jittering and twitching of TessCyn's debilitated state the only real indicator of anything as the tune coming from her continued to play on. Tendrils writhed and coiled onto themselves again and again in a clear sign of discomfort as the drone's visor streaked flashes of light blue. The text on-screen then changes.

MsS pec tre ?

[nemoofunknownparadigm]

Back in the manor, Nori and Khan were the main caretakers of Tessa. She also had a drone tutor, the Teacher (in this AU their name is Liam. Thanks to @traumatizedartist for this headcanon).

Nori being carefree and laid back helped Tessa get into mischief. She tried her best to actually give her a somewhat normal childhood, and encouraged her to pursue her interests as much as she can.

Khan was a much more of a stern hand. He tried his best to keep her out of trouble, keep her on schedule but most of all keep her happy. I think would be sweet if he was the one that read Tessa bedtime stories most often when she younger.

Liam (the Teacher) only really care as much he was paid do, and they didn’t pay him. This actually works out in Tessa’s favor as he allowed her to goof off during lessons or learn things that she wanted to learn instead of whatever stuffy curriculum Liam had.

Both Khan and Nori were fiercely protective of Tessa. Doing everything within their power to keep her safe. Which was mostly redirecting the ire of her parents onto themselves. Khan’s has a crack going through is screen from the time Tessa’s father lost his temper with her and threw a nearly full wine bottle at her. Khan pushed out of way and took the blow in her stead. Tessa was unfortunately never able to fully repair his screen.

[edupiii]

What are your hyperfixations

There’s a few and actually a lot of my fixations turn into special interests.

In no particular order, my current hyperfixsations are:

- Murder Drones

- Dungeon Meshi

- Mob Psycho 100

- Lego Monkie Kid

- Welcome to Nightvale

- Tales from the Stinky Dragon

- The Magnus Protocol

- Jurassic World: Chaos Theory

- Arcane

As for my special interests that were derived from hyperfixsations, we’ve got:

- The Owl House

- The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

- Centaur World

- Legend of Zelda

- Pokémon

- The Adventure Zone

- Vox Machina

- DnD

- The Magnus Archives

- DINOSAURS! (just in general lol)

- the Jurassic Park franchise

- How to Train your Dragon

- Marine Biology

- Human Rights History

- Sociological Studies

- Spider Man: Into + Across the Spiderverse

- My OCS + the series my friends and I are working on: The Vice

- Animation and Digital Art in general

- Will Wood (i think his music is wicked!)

That’s all i can think of at the moment since I’m about to have a nap, thanks for the question! :3

[ruitethewingedfox]

Alice Dyer more like Alice Doorman i guess

[deedah]

ELLO POKKIES!!

WE! ARE! BAAAAAACK!!

The Gang of Murder Drone “Protocol” wanted to say thank you for reading their story so far!

But if you haven’t..

———> “Protocol” Chapter 1 ( u better read it >:] ) <———

to the Peeps that have read the chapter, the gang has something for you

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And here’s an extra surprise hehehehehe

“Protocol” Chapter 2

[herecomesthetaco]

Some more J dotting moments hehehe, tbh I see J as the type of mom to dress up her baby in funny costumes and idk why XD

Also this extra drawing I never finished-

Ok, I’ll keep working on the next part just wanted to make some art in color lol XD

(Also a quick thx for the support y��all are awesome úwú)

[endomentendo]

Have you ever thought of doing crossovers with the tma universe before?

Besides Tadc x Tma, I got a few that I’d like to try for funsies. What do yall think?

I’ll draw fanart or make a new au just for it if any of ya are hungy

[deedah]

This reminds me of the meme

“How can I be homophobic, meh bish is- gay”

lol

Roxy, I did it again x5

the gay bishes

(Roxy and Wren)

the ones who they fell for

(SD-C and SD-S)

Roxy and SD-S belong to @roxy4life

Wren and SD-C belong to me, @deedah

Read about Wren and C here

“Protocol” Chapter 1

“Protocol” Chapter 2

OMGN @biscuits-and-such ! LOOOK! S AND ROXYYY!!!

THANKKK YOU!

[pukefactory]

Could I request murder drones N x reader fluff? Like, reader comforting him after he defects from the company?

˚₊‧⁺˖✮ CARBON NEUTRAL BARBECUE ✮˖⁺‧₊˚

▷ Summary: You House N In Your Home After He Separates From JCJenson

▷ Character(s): Serial Designation N (Murder Drones)

▷ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

▷ Genre: Short Story, SFW

▷ Word Count: 612

▷ Image Credits: @etherium-collective

There was no protocol for this.

No steps, no rules, no glowing command-line in his head to tell him what to do now that he’d defected. That word tasted weird. Defected. Like an oil leak you couldn’t find the source of. It was quiet, the kind of quiet you could only get when everyone else had stopped trying to fix you. And he hadn’t heard your voice in hours.

He sat on the edge of your makeshift couch—half-torn tarp, a few bolted-down cushions, and the softest thing he could find (your old sweater, now permanently claimed). One hand was fidgeting with a cracked visor lens. The other was clenched.

His thumb kept brushing over the jagged glass like he could rewind. Like if he cut deep enough into his metallic palm, he could remember who he was before he’d been taught how to erase things.

Then you entered. And he froze.

“N…?” you said softly, poking your head around the curtain of tangled wires that served as your ‘door.’ “You okay?”

Your voice didn’t sound like an order. It never did. That’s why he stayed.

N blinked up at you. His posture was hunched, wings low, shoulders tight. “I, uh. I’m not broken.” A pause. “I think.”

You tilted your head, stepping inside fully. The tarp under your feet creaked with the motion, and for some reason, that small noise made N’s chassis buzz—like even the air wanted to acknowledge you were near.

“I didn’t think you were,” you replied, walking over slowly. “But… you’ve been quiet. I figured you’d be humming something stupid by now.”

He smiled, but it was the kind that looked like a sticker slapped over a crack. “Heh. Yeah. Guess I’m not really in a musical mood today.”

You knelt in front of him. Right in front of him. N stiffened a little, then relaxed when your hands found his—gently coaxing the broken glass piece out of his grip.

“Hey,” you whispered, as if afraid the wrong tone would scare him off. “You don’t have to keep pretending this didn’t mess with your head. You left them. The others. The company. That’s not easy.”

He looked down. You could see his optics flicker. “I know they’re dangerous. I know. But they were still… my team.”

“I know.”

“They were my family. Or something that felt like it.”

Your thumbs brushed the edges of his knuckles, careful not to snag on any exposed wiring.

N’s voice cracked. “I keep wondering if I made the right choice.”

“Did it feel right?” you asked, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

He nodded. “When I’m with you? Yeah.”

You exhaled slowly. That kind of breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Then it was right.”

N stared at you like he didn’t understand how you always knew the exact answer he needed. How you didn’t pull away even when he was terrifying, even when he was trembling and murderous and didn’t know what to do with his hands because they were built to destroy, not hold things gently like this.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked. “No.”

“Not even a little?”

You shrugged. “Maybe a tiny bit. But I’m more scared of you not being here.”

Something shifted in him. Like a circuit clicked back into place.

He didn’t cry—He was trying not to. So instead, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours with a whirring sigh that trembled all the way down.

“You make it easier,” he whispered. “Being… free.”

You smiled softly. “You make it easier to keep going.”

[house-of-cyn]

*unmelts*

No prob Bob :)

She slowly tries to push herself off of the ground, but is only able to roll onto her back as TessCyn's shuddering form is unable to stand, holographic tear drops disappearing each time they hit the floor while faint singing joins the piano playing.

SYS//: fuelles_souffrantes = TRUE Cycle Loop = Three (3)

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 42)

The next few days were spent filling out paperwork, taking a few cognitive tests, and answering questions N was sure Khan already knew. Despite that, Khan had assured him multiple times that this was purely procedure, and he essentially had the job.

It was also spent worrying… each time he came home he'd been drawn to his girlfriend like a moth to a particularly purple flame, as soon as he was in range to hear her core, that warm haze would overtake him, and when he came back to his senses, he was already holding her no matter where she was, a chair, the couch, taking a nap, it did not matter.

It made sense… he loved her. He wanted to be close and it wasn't the closeness that worried him. It was the fact he wouldn't even remember how he ended up there that was the problem, he was walking through the doorway one moment, and curled up tightly against her the next.

He wasn't sure she remembered either, she would often seem to jolt “awake” around the same time as he did, then they'd look at each other, confused.

It was like a mandated cuddle session, and he didn't exactly mind, but some control over when and where would be great, thank you.

“So everything seems to be in order, last thing we need to do is put you through our basic training.” Khan’s voice finally cut through the TV static that was N's thoughts, all of his eyes suddenly focused on the man, which seemed to immediately trip Khan up, even if he wasn't consciously aware of the fact N had seven eyes.

“Basic Training?” He asked, quirking up an eyebrow, wasn't that reserved for stuff like the military?

“Yes! The WDF does more than watch over doors! We're the defacto police force for the colony, we keep an eye on everything! And we need to make sure you're in tip-top physical condition.”

Khan looked N up and down.

“And I tried to tell everyone it was functionally pointless… considering, but everyone wants to see you put through your paces, so thats what were going to do today!”

“Well, okay! I love doing anything?” N agreed, much like he did most of everything in his life, but he wasn't confident, wasn't this normally pretty hard?

“Great!”

Ten Minutes Later…

N was actually… kinda impressed at the obstacle course the WDF had for training, it had a climbing wall, a barbed wire crawl, tire steps, and a rope shimmy. Everything all about enhancing motor control and maneuverability, since strength and speed can't really be improved when you're made out of steel and hydraulic.

The room he'd been lead to was huge, the ceiling curving in a dome shape above them. A group of 20 or so people were on benches not too far away, all wearing WDF badges on different parts of their clothing. Khan led him to the starting line with a clipboard and a timer, looking excited himself.

“Alright! There is a benchmark of three minutes that you have to beat. But that should be no problem for you.”

“Ah… I have wings, should I…?”

“Oh! Yes it's probably best if you… refrain. Just to make it fair.”

Alright, no wings then.

He was nervous, genuinely. He'd never been through actual training before strangly enough. He'd just been… pre-programmed. Or re-programmed, with combat protocols innately.

While he was hunting, combat came naturally almost on autopilot, every sense heightened, reflex sharpened. He'd never enjoyed it, but he'd never had to think about it very hard either.

So, when it came to actually navigating through the course, he wasn't sure if he could without putting himself in ‘hunting mode’.

“Are you ready, son-in-law?”

He rolled his eyes before nodding, he got in a sprinters stance, surely this wouldn't be too hard right?

“Go!”

He shot off, legs beating underneath him as he came up to the tire steps, it felt strange, being bound to the ground instead of flying, and he felt way more clumsy this way then normal… oh well.

His systems charted the path for him, and his legs moved without putting in much conscious effort, then it was on to the barbed wire.

What once was a silent room seemed to fill with murmurs as he went, he threw himself onto his belly and scrambled underneath, he could feel the wire digging into the back of his coat, but he didn't slow down even as he started to sink into the mud.

He emerged out the other side filthy, but now came time to scale the wall, he had to will away the instinctual way his wings wanted to come out, he took a moment to pause, it was a sheer wooden wall, sanded down to remove any grooves or notches to climb up.

This was for workers.

How would a worker get over this?

How would Uzi get over this?

He took several steps backwards, taking a deep breath as his systems calculated his jump.

He got a running start as he pounced on the wall, and kept running, every servo in her legs keeping him upright as he ran up the wall and grabbed the top of it, before hoisting himself up. Murmurs turned to a few tentative cheers.

The final challenge, was a rope shimmy from the top of the wall to the finish line, he could jump down from this height no problem, but at this point, a part of him wanted to prove himself to both Khan and the rest of the WDF that he didn't need his “upgrades” to do this.

He wrapped himself around the rope, tail included, his weight had the rope sag and bend more then intended, which was an extra challenge as he climbed down, turned upside down.

At this point, he heard several whoops from the benches, making him smile despite the fact that his joints were getting a little sore from how quickly he'd been moving, he quickly shimmied down until he hit the final sprint to the finish line, where once again he put every once of power into his legs as he took off in a dead sprint, before he reached the finish line, where he had to dig his claws into the ground to slow down.

He panted, feeling his vents take in air so hard it was producing a low whine, his hands gripped his knees, he was muddy and gross and sweaty (why do robots sweat?!) And his breath was ragged, but he felt a hand slap his back.

“A minute fifteen! New record!” Khan said happily, looking like he had stars in his eyes, N smiled, his hair falling into his visor.

It was abundantly clear that his body had not been designed for anything but ambushing and flying, a more “death from above” then a persistence predator, because his joints were currently screaming “what the heck did you just do?!” at him. He wanted to sit down now…

“Great! U-uggh.” Khan led him over to a chair where he instantly collapsed in it, throwing his head back and not quite caring he was still covered in mud.

“Wow, that was kinda impressive.” A voice said, they were young whoever they were, a masculine voice that sounded like your typical dude-bro at the beach.

“Mm. Thanks.” N didn't have the energy to say anything else, thankfully he was quickly recovering.

Although he might recover faster if he could get a little bit of oil… he had brought it with him.

He put a hand in his pocket and fumbled with the container hidden there, the guy next to him continued speaking.

“N right? I'm Guy, I was the newest recruit before you. My time was 2:15.”

“Doesn't sound bad!” N replied, this guy was friendly at least, he could always get behind that.

He quickly took out his container and took a long gulp, the oil hitting his systems, immediately he felt better, his joints relaxing and his core settling, he sighed as he brought it away from his mouth, his long tongue coming to lick his lips from the access.

Huh… Guy had fallen real quiet all of the sudden

N looked back at the drone who'd been speaking to him, who's red eyes had gone hollow and his mouth slightly agape, N lifted an eyebrow before realizing why, he looked down at his container, slightly stained with oil, being quite obvious what was in it.

“Oh uh. Sorry… just started getting a little warm.” N tried to explain with a smile on his face, trying to be friendly but also succeeding in flashing his now oil-covered fangs.

Guy gulped.

“I-um yeah dude. N-no problem, guess you gotta kick the craving s-somehow.’

N looked confused for a moment.

“It's not really a craving, I just need it so I don't overheat.” He laughed nervously, sensing how tense the air had gotten. “Boiling in your own shell’s not fun.”

Guy was switching between curiosity and fear, tentatively, he seemed to choose between the two.

“What- what does it taste like?” He asked, still stammering but clearly not nearly as put off by it as before.

“The oil? Uh, sweet, this batch is a little earthy I guess, but that depends on where I get it from.”

The stuff in his container right now was actually from the nursery, it didn't taste nearly as metallic as oil from already living (or dead, he guessed) drones, instead having a more earthy, rounded taste.

He kinda preferred it honestly, plus, no one died for it.

“This is from the nursery, my girlfriend picked it up for me when she went for our daughter.”

Guy seemed to relax further.

“Oh, so it's not… you know?”

“N-no, I haven't killed anyone in… months.” He probably didn't need to add that last part, but he felt the need to defend himself, he really wished that people would stop looking at him and seeing… a monster. Even if he couldn't really blame them.

“Cool. Cool.” Guy replied awkwardly, before it seemed he had another question on his mind.

“How's that work?”

“How does what work?”

“You and a worker drone, is she like… pfft, okay?”

N… suddenly didn't like where this was going.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, I mean, she's a worker drone right? Don't you have like… murdery instincts? Damn, if she can handle you, she's gotta be a freak in the sheets.”

N felt something white hot broil inside him until it's vitriol was bubbling in his throat, his hand twitched, and he just barely kept a feral growl from escaping his mouth.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about Uzi that way.” He said, dripping with politeness even as his tail was slowly coiling like a snake, ready to sting the nosy drone if he didn't leave soon.

“Oh shit! Doorman? Damn I knew she was a freak, just didn't know it went that deep!” Guy laughed, N's eye twitched.

Kill him!Kill him! He's a threat! Kill him!

No. No. Don't kill him, do not kill him, you don't like killing, he's not being threatening, he's just being gross.

You must protect them! He speaks of her like she is not yours, kill him! Before he becomes a threat to the kit, to Uzi!

He closed his eyes, clenching his fist before letting his anger roll out of his mouth. Even so he still vibrated with it, unable to truly let it all wash over him.

He'd never felt more angry in his life.

“Guy. Do not talk about her like that.” He was far more firm the second time, his tail was fully coiled, pointed directly at the drones jugular although he didn't seem to notice.

“Ah right. Sorry, sorry, shouldn't talk about another dude's girl like that. My bad.” Guy lifted both his hands, clearly trying to appease him, N would feel more appeased if the man left him alone, preferably on another planet it possible.

“Guy! Get your ass over here before the new guy snaps your neck!” Another member of the WDF called him over, before the man in a yellow hard hat and pink eyelights made his way over to him.

“Sorry, Guy doesn't know when to shut his servo. I'm Hal, what did he say to you that got you looking like murder?”

“I'd… rather not repeat it. He insulted my girlfriend.”

“Oooh, he's lucky it wasn't me, if he'da insulted Reida I woulda rung his scrawny neck.” The drone had a fake, but beautiful beard attached to his face, it was brown, along with is decently long hair.

“Reida?”

“My wife.”

“Ah.”

“Your names N right? or is that a nickname for something?” He asked, he was rather blunt, but nothing about the drone was threatening, he was a boxier, thicker worker model, betraying his age to be closer of that to Khan’s.

“It's Serial Designation N, technically, but just N please.”

“Righto! Glad to have ya! Khan’s talked a lot about you!” His hand came to slap roughly on N's back, it was strong enough to rock him forward slightly and send mud flying in all directions.

“Really?”

“Aye, er well, he's talked nonstop about his grandaughter, and you come up too.”

“That… makes more sense.”

“That means you're with his daughter right? Uzi?”

“That's her.”

“Guy better watch it then, if Khan hears that he's gonna blow a gasket. An so will I to be frank, that girl don't need anymore grief.”

N liked Hal more the longer he talked, he also sounded like a dwarf from one of those movies he and Uzi watched… Lord of the Rings?

“Thank you. I didn't actually want to hurt him.” N said, sighing, he wanted to cover his visor with his hands; but then he'd just get his visor smudgy.

“Yeah ya did.”

“Uh-”

“Don't sweat it kid. We've all been there. Though…”

“Hmm?”

“My Reida woulda kicked his ass first! Hah!”

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