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shinyshade8026 · 3 months ago

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Buzzes and Biscuits

Requested by: @skull-pup

S comes home from an exhausting day of work and wants to relax. They find V wanting to do the same.

Word count: 1900

It was just a day like any other for the disassembler. Tireless work for hours into the night left S trudging up the stairs with a tired expression set on their visor. There was a downside when it came to helping the workers rebuild the city and get things running. They weren’t the only disassembly drone working on this, of course, the others would help as well, and even a few strangers. The process was slow, but Copper-9, or at least the city around Outpost-3, was starting to look livable again, but it was taking up a lot of time and energy. It felt tense and sluggish when it got home, but they felt a bit more awake upon seeing their housemates and family.

As S slowly made its way up the carpeted steps, it used its delicate sensors to pick up the sounds of the others in the house. Asmi and Cosmo were playing a game in the living room, while E and J were pressed together on one side of the couch, watching the young drones while having quiet conversations. S couldn't find the sound of one drone in particular, making their chassis prick uneasily. Where was V?

S finally made it up the flight of stairs and ended up on the second floor, casting a lazy glance down the hall. The faintest rattle of chains gave away the sound of L remaining where she was, making a devilish grin part the blonde drone’s lips. It turned its attention to its bedroom, already itching to lay in bed and just relax. Their clawed hand found the doorknob, their other rubbing their optics. They quietly turned the knob, thinking gleefully at the fact they didn’t have to go help with the city the next night.

As it twisted the knob and pushed open the door, S largely expected to see nothing but a dark room and their neatly made bed. Instead, they saw a familiar jacket and scarf plopped on the bed, and a certain silver-haired drone creating a lump in the bed as she buried her face into the pillows. It smiled softly, seeing V turn her head just enough so it could see one of her half-open optics staring into their mismatched ones.

The shorter drone made a sleepy noise, which S assumed to be a greeting, and their partner returned her greeting with a small wave. They quietly walked to the bed, rubbing their eyes while V sat up, her silver hair in a slightly tangled mess. The blanket fell from its point on her back as she waved them towards her with a slowed motion. It chuckled, thinking her sleepiness was cute. V noted their chuckle, which made her huff and puff her cheeks in a fake pout, causing S to giggle more. They loved it when she was herself. Not the psychopathic or strong mask she put up. Herself. The sweeter, softer, and sometimes playful, worker drone from when they were younger.

They knew she was only this way around them. It somehow made them feel… special...

It crawled onto the bed, taking off its jacket and tossing it to sit by V’s. Once they had settled in a sitting position, V draped herself over their lap, stretching out like a big cat and giving them a sleepy smile. The modified drone felt their core flare up and their tail rattled happily while they lovingly ran a hand through her hair, eliciting a quiet purr from her.

They kept running their hand through her hair, gently shifting apart the small tangles until they could freely run their hand through her hair with no issues. While they did this, V’s purrs increased, her tail slowly swaying with pure contentment. S tilted their head to the side as they continued what they were doing, noticing how her tail went and coiled around its leg as she stretched even more.

“You’re sleepy,” it noted without much thought, gently smiling. The disassembly drone’s only response at first was a half nod followed by a yawn.

Once her yawn finished, V spoke, “Mph… very sleepy, but I need to do something before I sleep or else I’ll forget to do it by the time I have to leave tomorrow,”

S twirled a strand of her hair in their fingers, their tail nudging hers to try and get it to move from their leg to their tail, “You think I’d be able to help, Vivi?”

The sprawled-out drone lightly batted away S’s hand and deployed one of her wings, the one furthest from S. They flexed their wing before glancing at their partner. “I need to sharpen the blades of my wings, I keep forgetting to do it while I have the time, so they’ve ended up getting a bit duller than I’d like,”

It nodded, reaching for the bedside table drawer to grab the whetstone they shared for their wings. V stretched out more, flexing her wing before pulling it in so S could start. Her eyes closed while her arms crossed under her head to make her comfortable. Before starting, S ran their hand through her hair again and leaned to place a kiss on the arm of her wing. The gesture made her jolt slightly and she whirled her head to them, the expression she was met with was a gentle and sweet smile, making her core burn and flutter. How in the hell did she get so lucky?

She settled back into her previous position as S gently ran the whetstone along the edge of her longest feather blade. The sound was quiet and constant, letting both drones tune it out and focus on the other sounds.

Like V’s very noticeable purring as she tried not to fall into the comfortable haze of sleep.

S chuckled, the buzzy sound feeling like music to their ears. Once they had finished that blade, it moved to the next, slowly sharpening the shiny, slightly scratched, metal blades. During the process, the canister end of V’s tail started to sway in a slow wagging motion as her entire body relaxed, making S smile even more as their tail began to do the same, with an added quiet buzzing noise.

The blonde drone worked efficiently, sharpening her wings thoroughly while moving quickly so the two could rest sooner, but not fast enough to make things uncomfortable for V.

Within a short while, S had finished V’s left wing and was nudging her to turn so they could sharpen the other one. She obliged, of course, sitting up on their lap to turn and lay the other way, but not before kissing them for a moment. The sudden action made the taller drone blush profusely, making the yellow-eyed one snicker before laying down again and deploying her other wing.

S blinked a few times to snap back into reality while their blush settled to a few ticks on their cheeks. It started applying the whetstone to V’s other wing blades, humming a song quietly while it worked on them.

They delicately traced one of their claws over some of the deeper scratches in her wings, a thin frown settling on their lips. They knew it was just from normal usage, but seeing V hurt in any way made its core ping with sadness.

The sprawled-out drone notices its pause in working, tilting their head to see its face before gently taking its hand into theirs and kissing the softly glowing triangle on the back. S jolted from the action, the sweet touch bringing them out of their sad stupor. No words were shared between them, only a loving stare before S smiled and rubbed the side of her hand with their thumb, returning to running the whetstone along the edges of V’s wings to continue the sharpening process.

It went a bit slower for this wing, the blades dulled from usage on her dominant side. At this point, it seemed like the smaller of the two was asleep by now, but the readjustments and shifts every few minutes told S that she was still awake. By the time S had finished both of her wings, they wanted to fall backward and rest. To which they obliged.

V made a chirping noise as they did so, sitting up to give them a blank look before taking the whetstone from their hands, placing it onto the bedside table, and draping herself over their front. She momentarily snuggled her face into their neck, hearing their purring begin again from her affection. When she sat up again, she heard a small grumbled sound from them, which she rolled her eyes at with a smile while grabbing their brush.

S watched as V lay down, holding the blanket to the side so they could come and snuggle her, an offer they quickly gave in to. The taller drone lays on top of her, their head near her core and their body coming up from between her legs. Once they had settled down, V tugged off their beanie to get at their hair, chewing on her lip from the tangles she knew her hand couldn’t work through. Well, that was why she grabbed the brush.

She started to run the brush through their pale blonde hair, careful not to hurt them as she brushed it out. They soon were reduced to a purring mess, their tail wagging underneath the covers. V held the side of its face in her palm, her thumb rubbing its cheek while she brushed out the tangles. She kept this up, getting every inch of their fluffy hair while reassuring the blue sections stayed together.

Drones, workers specifically, often commented that the disassembly drones behaved like cats, which V couldn’t exactly disagree, not when she acted cat-like during moments. Especially around S. Speaking of the drone, their optics had closed a couple of minutes into the brushing, and their hands had settled into a spot on her chest, fingers curled slightly toward their palms.

V focused on their hair, keeping it fluffy and soft as she went through it. She assumed that S would fall asleep while she did this, so she locked in on her task, her own optics drooping as her sleepiness began to get at her due to being surrounded by comfort. S was strangely a good weighted blanket.

However, something snapped her out of focus, making her blink a few times in surprise and look down. What she saw provided a smile to her, and even a small chuckle.

S was half awake, gently kneading ‘biscuits’ on her tank top. She could feel their clawed fingertips slightly graze her metal as they moved, but it didn’t bother her. She could hear its purring increase as they did this, encouraging V to continue purring as well, filling the space of their bed with the sound of buzzy purrs, a sweet sound to both of their audinals.

V finished brushing their hair, half haphazardly tossing the brush somewhere else onto the bed before locking her fingers together on S’s back, holding them close as she fell into a sleep-induced state, S inching themself up her chest to get closer to her face. Their kneading slowed, and eventually stopped, as they soon fell asleep alongside her, a sleepy smile etched onto their face.

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shinyshade8026 · 30 days ago

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'Memories'

Requested by: N/A

S has a dream involving their time at the manor. Is it a dream, or a nightmare?

Word count: 3081

A storm raged and roared outside the Elliot manor, rain pounded the windows with a ruthless beat while the lightning and thunder were one after the other. A particular drone had been on edge since the storm started. They had been standing with Tessa and J one moment when N walked in with their dear little sister, and it seemed that the next moment it stood chained to the floor in Tessa’s bedroom. To say they were scared was an understatement. They tugged and pulled on the chain, their white optics hollow and trembling. They kept tugging at it until they fell to their knees and pressed their palms into the carpet.

“I… I can’t get it to break…” S’s chest heaved, not having to look up to know the human and the other drone were staring at them with just as little hope. They punched the ground a few times before relenting, sitting back on their legs as they gripped their arms.

“Do not worry, big sibling S, everything will, be fine,” Cyn’s cryptic voice came to its audio intake, making them look up with a tired expression. The small yellow-eyed drone was messing with two of Tessa’s dolls, and Tessa herself glared at the short worker.

“Cyn, if that little butler dies for your sake, I swear-!” The human’s eyes were narrowed and her arms partly held out. She was breathing fast as well, trying to conceal her inner panic.

Cyn’s response was a small hum before she spoke, hitting the dolls against each other, “I have, backups,” it says simply, taking an arm from a doll and tossing it backward at Tessa, who quickly steps out of the way.

S looked away, and over to J, who was rocking on a simple wooden horse. Her expression was mostly blank as she sat, staring at the floor. She looked just as exhausted as S did. Part of them wanted to snap at her for looking that way when she hadn’t tried, but they didn’t. Both drones were in the same sinking boat. Tessa stood ‘confidently’, looking around the room for a way out. She leaned down, taking the chain into her hands and thumbing over it.

A loud burst of thunder and lightning turned the room dim for a moment, and when the lights came back on, Cyn was looming over Tessa with a blank visor.

Was it even Cyn…?

It looked creepy, a drone’s upper half connected to a fleshy centipede body. Everyone jolted from seeing it, fear and panic spreading throughout the room. A symbol flashed onto the drone’s visor, a yellow three-pointed shape with a hexagon in the center. It moved away from Tessa and started to speak.

“You will not have to discard your pets,” it moved up, reorienting itself so it wasn’t dangling upside down, and fixed Cyn’s head with a three-clawed hand. It used Cyn’s voice, making S tremble. “And I will not discard, you,” It pointed at her with one of Cyn’s hands, and Tessa scooted back while shaking with quick breaths. Everything went dark again, the sound of glass shattering filled the room. Three lights lit up, weird fleshy cameras being the source. Whatever the flesh-centipede was had now turned into something somehow worse. It used a black, slimy, tentacle thing to trail under Tessa’s chin, making her tremble more. “Best stay away from the gala, though, you seem squeamish.”

With that, the thing retreated from the room, the lights turning on and the trio terrified. Tessa looked over to her drones, her eyes blown wide as she held herself. J and S had hollow optics, the ovals thin with fear. They looked at each other, their neon white eyes searching the other’s gaze. Both drones do a mutual nod for a silent agreement. J hopped off the wooden horse, throwing what she was holding away and walking as far as the chain could take her. She tugged at it, eyes narrowing into a glare at the chain.

S had started doing the same, but they had an idea. They opened their mouth, debating whether this would break their teeth, but they swallowed their fear, with much hesitation. It brought the chain to their mouth, and bit down as hard as possible while tugging on it. They groaned in pain as they did so, the chain holding up against the strain. They paused, hissing from their pain receptors going off.

J was trying the same time, except she was biting at it like a vicious animal. S struggled to stifle a laugh while J was acting so out of character. “What are you two doing?” Tessa asks, her voice still shaking.

“Trying our damn best to get out of here,” S responds, still breathless.

“Just, don’t hurt yourselves, I’m already worried ‘bout N enough as is,” She looked at the ground, frowning as her eyes filled with worry and fear.

J grumbled with frustration, her attempts unsuccessful. “What even was that thing? Why the hell did it use that little creep’s body?”

S whirled to J, glaring at her. “Cyn is not a creep! The one time we agree on something you have to screw it up!” The two growl, locking narrowed eyes.

“Guys! Don’t fight right now! We need to stop Cyn, or whatever that thing is. Please..” Tessa looks between them, digital white eyes trained on her. They didn’t want to upset her further, so with a glare towards each other, they returned to trying to snap the chains.

S’s finally gave way with a loud, clean, snap, making them clatter to the ground from the force suddenly giving way. Their optics turn to cartoony spirals while they are stunned, but they quickly hop to their feet to run and try and help Tessa. J continued to yank on her chain, biting down on it with clinks of metal against metal.

“S, go look around and make sure my parents aren’t on their way, ‘kay?” S stared at her uncertainly until she patted its head, “It won’t take you long, okay? Just, go check,”

With her reassurance, S nods, darting from the bedroom to scope the area. They open the door, poking their head out into the main space of the manor. They heard the bustling of people heading in for the gala, and a wave of unease at the thing's words rushed over them. What did it mean? What was it going to do? They silently stepped closer to the edge of the railing, carefully looking down at the people coming in.

Men in suits and women in gowns littered the ground floor, luckily, they seemed too distracted by their phones or meeting other guests to notice a drone peeking down at them. S grits its teeth, and more worry begins to plague its systems like a virus. One thought occurred to them. What if it wished to ruin the gala? That would be one reason to try to keep Tessa away. They stared at the doorway to the human’s room, hearing J free the girl. The last thing they wanted was for her to get hurt in any way. She was the one who saved them and the others.

The duo quietly left the bedroom as well, silently moving over to S. “Tess, your parents are distracted by the other guests, they won’t be coming up here any time soon. We need to stop Cyn, and fast.” S reported, causing the other two to nod. Tessa shuffled to lead the drones as the three crept across the walkways, crouched out of view of guests. S stood at the back, remaining behind J and casting glances everywhere. Gentle music carried its way up to the trio, a jarring difference to the stress the three felt pounding in their chests.

“How do you reckon we murder us a robot-child, guys?” Tessa asked, causing S’s optics to hollow. They hoped that they wouldn’t have to go that far. While the human nearly knocked over a suit of armor and J found an old revolver, S was on high alert, peering out one of the windows. They weren’t exactly sure what to look for, but they kept an eye out for any signs of the thing using Cyn’s body like a puppet.

It turned back around when J and Tessa spoke in unison. “How ‘bout this?” They both said, holding up the weapons they had found. S repressed a giggle as the two stared blankly at their weapons before switching them. Tessa adjusted her grip on the gun she now held, inspecting it with curiosity as she turned to S. “What ‘bout you, S? You gonna find something to chuck us a hand when we get there?”

They shook their head, optics emptying into ovals once more. “I… I don’t think I could…” Its gaze falls to the carpet below them.

The girl’s expression softened as she started to reach out to them. “S…” Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried to comfort her drone. Before her hand could even touch their arm, a sharp ‘pssst’ called over to them, making the trio jolt.

The three turned in unison, spotting a familiar face waving them over. S had to stop itself from calling out to him, several emotions, and questions, flooding its CPU. How did he get free? Is he hurt at all? Is that a crow on his head??

They shook off the questions, following closely behind J and Tessa as they sneaked to meet with N. That was until a pair of glasses fell from the ceiling, clattering onto the carpet with a sharp clatter.

This caused everyone to pause, S pushing past the other two to inspect them. Their optics hollowed as they cradled them in their hands. “...V…?”

Tessa then shook their shoulder, making them look at her. Tessa and J stared at the ceiling, expressions of fear plastered onto their faces. They raised a digital brow, looking up before their face fell into shock.

Crawling across the ceiling was V. But… she was different. Fleshy, yellow-toned wings had torn through her chassis and the back of her uniform.

Within a few quick actions, Tessa, J, S, and N were all pressed together in front of one of the windows, the teenage human pointed around her firearm while J held her sword on alert.

N quickly whispered to the others, the bird on his head adjusting and hopping to his movements. “We need the basement key. This bird’s from the future!!”

S, J, and Tessa all shared a glance as the crow fluttered from N‘s helmet to J’s. The pigtailed drone tried to swat it away, but the bird pecked at her hand, making her hiss. The crow plucked the basement key from where J had it stored, an odd snicker leaving its beak.

“I kill you~” the bird taunts with a snicker, returning to nestle comfortably onto N’s head. J scowls at the thing, tightening her grip on the handle of her sword.

“Cyn’s gonna massacre the gala!” Tessa quickly explained to N, making S jolt. Where did she get that thought…? No way she’d do that…

“Who?” N’s brow raised with confusion, “Our Cyn? Nah, she’s cool!” He dismissed her worries with a wave of his hand, a comfortable smile. While J and Tessa exchanged doubtful looks, S smiled at N, glad he wasn’t just jumping to conclusions.

Suddenly, with no warning other than a sudden thump against wood, V dove down, dividing the group of four into parts. Her head snapped up, a creepily yellow shape etched across her visor as her mouth was agape, dripping saliva. Fangs had replaced the smooth teeth she had before, giving her a more feral appearance.

S looked up, meeting her gaze with a horrified, yet somewhat mesmerized, look. She looked cool, but also jarring. It didn’t get a chance to say anything to her before she charged forward, claws at the end of a fleshy hand reaching to slash at Tessa’s face.

Her claws were met with the sharp metal of J’s sword as the other drone deflected her attack, pushing her back. V snarled in anger at being deflected, her wings flapping. S pushed themself off the ground, gritting their dull teeth at the slight dents the impact had caused.

While J was distracted by V darting around the walls to attack, the tallest drone ducked around the commotion, darting over to N who had fallen into a suit of armor, causing it to fall on him. They shoved it off, pulling him up while the crow fluttered overhead.

“Do your basement thing! I’ve got the coma patient you two creep on!” J retorted, holding her sword at the ready for V’s next movement.

“Not creepy, sweet!” The siblings said back in unison, earning a frustrated eye-roll from J. When the two turned around, however, V was right behind them. S nearly lost their breath at how close she had appeared, though this moment didn’t last long as she tilted her head and swiped at N, trying to get at the key he had in his hands.

He ducked, squeaking in alarm as the key slid from his hands. V dove for it, S trying to grab her arm but she was too fast. Just before she could make contact with the key, J slammed the sword through the eye on her fleshy hand. She let out a cry of pain that made S’s stomach churn and made them flinch.

Tessa scooped up the key, flinging it in N’s direction. The butler fumbled to catch it, nearly dropping it, but luckily S caught it and stuffed it into the pocket of his suit.

While the siblings fumbled, V snapped up, tearing the sword from her hand and flinging it remorselessly toward the two. N helped in fear, but S sucked up their inner pain from watching her behave this way and caught the sword by the blade. The sharp metal sliced little cuts on its fingers and palm, but they brushed it off, spinning the weapon to hold it by the handle. V paused, staring at their action before darting at them.

S bit their lip and darted forward, deflecting her attacks. “N! Do what you need to in the basement. J, Tessa! Stop the gala!!”

Everyone nodded, going in their separate ways. V looked after each of the groups, divided on what to do, but S pulled her out of her thoughts by using the sword to shove her against the wall and hold her there. Digital sweat drops dripped down their visor as they chewed on their lip, staring into the expressionless shape on V’s visor. But all the smaller drone did was hiss and grunt from being pinned to the wall, her wings squirming uncomfortably from being forced to sit at awkward angles against the cold wood.

S sighed, their grip loosening by just a small amount, yet V saw the distraction, kicking their already hurting knees and breaking herself free. S gave a small sharp cry that was cut off as V kicked them in the chest, sending them landing on their back after a tumble on the floor. She slammed down on top of them, growling in their face. They recoiled, mind panicking before kneeing her stomach and shoving her off.

Their back and forth kept going, scratches and cuts appearing on both of them from claw swipes and sword slashes alike. S didn’t know much longer they could do this.

V quickly charged, using the weird hand things on her wings to grab them by the neck and throw them at the ground, where they hit the carpet with enough force to knock all of the air from their vents and artificial lungs. It gasped for air, optics hollow as they watched V land a few feet away and start charging again.

Its hand felt around, grasping the handle of its weapon with its eyes shut tight as V dove forward.

The sound of shattering glass entered S’s audio receptors before they felt a weight on their sword. They opened their eyes and met with V’s own for once in the entire battle. Her expression was blown wide… hurt… scared… They both looked down at the same time.

The sword was almost to the hilt in V’s chest, digging a path right through her core and out through her back.

S’s hands started trembling as soon as they saw it, their white eyes flickering and glitching with fear. V meanwhile coughed, oil starting to trickle from the corner of her mouth. She looked up at S, her expression blank before shifting to warmth somehow…

“...hey…” V spoke softly, staring into S’s terrified expression.

“V..v-” They started to sputter, starting to cry. “I didn’t mean to, I swear I… I just… I didn’t want-”

The female drone shakes her head, optics flickering… she thumbs S’s cheek gently, the oil coming from her mouth running thicker. “I know… You’d never hurt me, you’re so sweet…” S choked on their words, feeling lightheaded as she looked at them so... lovingly…

And that was the last look she had on her face… she coughed, oil dribbling out of her mouth. She collapsed, the sword sliding as far as it could go into her body as ‘FATAL ERROR’ overtook V’s visor.

“NO!!” S screamed, their voice box giving static for a moment from how loud it was. “No no no no NO NO NO NO NO NONONONO!!” They cradled her body, pulling out the sword and pressing their head to hers, crying fully as tears shook their body. “I’M SORRY!! I’M SO SORRY. I’M SORRY I’MSORRYI’MSORRY-”

S shot up in their bed, yelling at the top of their voice box as tears streamed from their eyes. “I’M SORRY-”

It blinked a few times, watery eyes looking everywhere in their environment. They were in their home… on Copper-9… Their bedroom. One they shared with-

“...S…? Are you okay..? Why’d you yell…?” A sleepy mumble carried its way to S’s nonexistent ears, the voice was soft and worried.

S spun around, eyes locking with V’s, who was rubbing her half-open optics. A sob shook its body as they dove to hug her tightly, crying into her bare chest, tail wrapping tightly around her leg as they cried. V was confused yet worried, so she simply rubbed its back, whispering words of comfort to them.

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