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FANDOM: MURDER DRONES
CONTENT WARNINGS: Angst, Character death in slight detail, alotta sobbing
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Uzi is on the brink of absolute insanity. Ever since she inherited the absolute solver from her mother, she's lived in a constant state of torment that only got worse when the dissasembly drones came to Copper 9. Ever since their arrival, Nori's death has had more and more of a drastic change on her mental health, to the point where Cyn, the main holder of the absolute solver, steals her body to help her own needs. The problem escalates even more when we realise that Uzi may have fallen for someone... not in the right conditions.

N.

N is an absolute sweetheart. Whether it'd be thanking J's rude comments when she's literally stepping on his neck, or befriending a random rock, N somehow almost always finds a positive in anything and everything that there can be a positive in. Of course, the murder drone doesnt have the ideal backstory, but rest assured, he's somehow more kept together than most dissasembly drones.

"Where's the issue? Can't they just cancel eachother out?", I hear you plead, and to that I say... yes and no. You see, N had an obvious crush on V during the time he was in the mansion, but ever since he landed on Copper 9, that crush... changed. N saw something in Uzi. Saw something he never saw in any other dissasembly drone. She was... rebellious. Chaotic. Almost... endearing, in a way. Every murder drone he knew was always just "innocent and dainty" or "I will literally stab you in the neck if you dont shut the fuck up", but Uzi somehow led a fine like between those two points. He was... in love with her.

Almost too much.

"I- N, please-...I'm... I'm dying..." Uzi begged, laying on the metal floor of the lower floors in Cabin Fever Labs, crawling over to N's position. Tessa already had the entire conversation with N on how 'he needs to sacrifice Uzi to save the world', and the situation seems like it's only gonna get worse if he doesnt take initiative. "Just... just take me out of my misery, p-please... It hurts..."

N stood there, terrified as ever. I mean, they just held hands, let alone INTERLOCKED them, for fucks sake, and now he needs to KILL her in order for some sort of 'misery' to be put out? "I... I don't know, Uzi... I'm just as scared as you are."

"Please..." The now dusty worker drone has her visor glitch yellow every second. "I... I c-can't take it anymore... Put me out... Please..."

N instinctively loads up his arm cannon, ready to put the on-the-brink-of-death Uzi on the floor out of her misery. But... something inside of him is snapping. Like he can't bring himself to do it. But still... Uzi was begging to die. Not just asking, *begging*. N was destined to kill her at this point. "I... I don't... I'm sorry, U-Uzi, I..."

"J-Just.... J-Just KILL ME ALREADY! PLEASE! N! I D-DON'T- I DONT T-THINK I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Uzi pleadeed louder than ever, stuttering and glitching every three seconds due to her program bugging out as if malware was installed on it.

"I don't... Uzi. Tell me.. do you.. really want this.. outcome..? Couldn't there be any other way to do this..?" N said, worried that he would genuinely have to kill his own partner right after establishing their relationship.

"Y-YES! PLEASE! I-I... I can't hold i-it... You'll save... the u-universe, right?... I-Isn't that... b-better than saving some poor worker drone t-that's... that's on the b-brink of d-death?" She said, mocking herself in order to get N to shoot her in the noggin.

N was still debating. He knew that he had to put her out right now, but having the thought of her gone and her aura dead hurt the guy mentally. "I- I know I have to kill you... But I can't. I dont want to. You mean the whole world to me at this point. I- I don't know, Uzi."

Uzi started crying, with the glitches in her system immeadiently chopping up the tears as if they weren't even there. "P-Please... N.. I know what we've.. B-Been through-... Been through before, but p-please... Kill me..."

N also started tearing up, this time more noticeably. He fires up his arm cannon one last time, knowing what he has to do.

"I'm s-sorry, Uzi..."

And with that, *her head was off*.

Nothing but pure silence. N stared at Uzi's corpse longer than he should've. The pre-death electronic tears now turned into wailing as N dropped down on his knees near the girl's headless body. "I-I'm.. I-I'm so sorry... I didn't w-want to... Please... I- I- No... I just... N-No..." He blew the head off of someone he knew and cared for very deeply.

He blew off the head of his lover.

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FANDOM: ROBLOX
CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of gore, angst, character death
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Robloxia. The universe that everyones familiar with. The place where anyone can build anything to their hearts content and play other people's ideas. A... Creative utopia, of sorts. Of course, it was far from being such a paradise, but it was still a creative marketplace for all ideas that people wanted to make come true. All of it was built by two people that like to call themselves as such:

Builderman and Roblox.

Their nicknames had meaning, of course. Roblox made up the first idea of Roblox being a 3d "make anything you want utopia", constructing the backbone of the platform, while Builderman... well, built everything. Of course, Roblox helped from time to time, but it was mostly Builderman's hard work that went into the app. And, as such, they built the very thing we know as Roblox.

But... Things weren't that sunshine and rainbows behind the scenes. In fact, Roblox mainly mistreated Builderman. The guy would just sit at a head office table with no one else at it and come up with random ideas, only to then give those ideas to Builderman and let him do all the hard work. Soon, Builderman's job in the company felt less like "building a platform" and more like "legal slavery". Roblox took everything as his own, though. The title of the game, the ideas, and... basically everything. Builderman felt fucking pathetic.

And so, he decided to confront the owner himself.

Builderman enters the head office of Roblox HQ holding a wrench. Like always, Roblox sits there, doing absolutely nothing other than scrolling on an almost defunct laptop. Builderman speaks up. "Hey, uh, Roblox? I wanna talk."

Roblox stares at him begrudgingly, although still calmly. "Oh, of course! Well, before that, could you help me ma-"

He immeadiently gets cut off by Builderman. "No, that's the problem. That. That... thing that you were planning me to make... what was it?"

"Well, you could've just let me speak. It's an update on the mobile app. I thought of changing the avatar making background to this." He pulls up a boring as hell background on the laptop, with the only thing having detail are the gray pillars in the background of the background.

"Again, that's the problem. You want me to change this, change that, and then you always take these changes as if you made them even though I did all the hard work. It's fucking pathetic." Builderman spoke, sounding slightly angrier than he typically does.

Roblox gasps. "Woah, Builder', language!-"

"Stop trying to avoid the conversation! I'm speaking to you bluntly about my problem, and me swearing is the one thing you pay attention to?! Jesus fucking Christ, im not four!" Builderman gets slightly more pissed, this time articulating his anger with hand signs.

Roblox sighs, pinching his nonexistent nose bridge. "Okay, listen. I know that you may be the creator and that I take all the credit, but I still credit you partially!"

"FUCKING WHERE?! In the backrooms?! I see those community posts you make, and there is fuckoll close to no mention of any 'Builderman' in ANY OF THEM!" Builderman gets even more pissed, grabbing his wrench harder and harder with every word that comes out of Roblox's yap.

Roblox is clearly confused because of the random tonal change that Builderman decided to go off of. "Okay, I know we've had our differences, but why don't we just calm down and think? I may not credit you always, but you still exist in this. Everyone knows that we founded this company, not just me. You have an account. You still exist as a crucial aspect of this platform. You aren't let down on the sidelines. People still know you made this application exist. You don't have to get so mad."

Builderman stands there, motionless for about minute. Almost immeadiently after that minute, he starts laughing, more and more insanely as time goes on. He calms down afterwards, still looking pissed as ever at Roblox. "Oh my god... Pfft... Heheh... Fucking bullshit. THIS IS SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT! Sidelines? Account? Application?! What are these fucking swooning corporate buzzwords?! You aren't doing SHIT! You give ME, yes, ME, all the commands, and yet you yourself just SIT HERE, doing FUCKOLL!! So what if people know my existence?! They expect all of this work to be coming from YOU, after all! While, in reality, I tinker and tinker and work my ASS OFF, until I can't anymore, while you sit in this empty corporate room doing batshit close to NOTHING! Just- I- SHUT UP!!"

Roblox sits there, now terrified at all of this malarchy that Builderman just yapped out. "...Okay. I'll add you in the credits of every community post. Now, how about you-"

And then, Builderman slams his wrench into Roblox's arm, almost breaking it in the process. "SHUT UP!! SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!"

Roblox is now crawling on the floor, barely able to breathe. He tries to push himself away from the guy who just slammed a wrench into his arm. "Jesus Christ!- Builder', please, we can talk!- I-"

Builderman slowly steps to the now limping on the ground Roblox. "No. We can't talk. You know what you've gotten yourself into, you PIECE of SHIT."

Roblox still limps on the ground, hoping that the imminent death in this scenario doesn't happen. "Please.. I- I can give you half of the company, I-"

"SHUT UP!!"

Builderman slams the wrench into Roblox's head.

Although one slam already rendered him dead, he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Roblox... was dead. Builderman stood there, staring blankly at the mess he made the owners head into. His wrench was crimson red. His hands had splotches of blood on them. Everything surrounding him was blood red. And then... he came back to reality. He just slammed a fucking wrench into his head 11 times. He kneels down and starts crying. Sobbing, almost. "I.. I just... Wait, I... No... Nonononono.... I fucking... No... Please don't tell me... I..." Builderman killed his colleague and partner in work.

He killed the person who made Roblox.

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FANDOM: MURDER DRONES (again)
CONTENT WARNINGS: ...there is none this is a fluff fic what the fuck did you expect
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Dissasembly drones. Autonomous robots sent out to Copper 9 in order to eliminate all worker Drones. You get the deal. And, of course, we all know the crucial murder drone trio, N, V and J. No need to explain any of that. Anyhow, let's get into the story, shall we?

J and N are walking through the barely functional city of Copper 9 while V fucks around doing... whatever murder Drones do. J is, of course, annoyed that she needs to walk around with no one other than N. She let's out a disappointed sigh. "I can't believe you are even classified as a murder drone. You, N, are the most innocuous one out of the group. You wouldn't even harm a butterfly, of all things."

N looks at J like a confused puppy. "...What does 'innocuous' mean?"

The female drone facepalms herself before slapping N. "Exactly what I mean. You are like a terrified cat every singular second of your life. You could harm people, even when that is LITERALLY your job, yet you lack even the slightest amount of aggression to do such things. I would've let you off the hook if there was a sector for healing, yet there is none. You are far from being an actual murder drone."

N falls dead silent for a second before speaking up. "Well, I mean... I just... Don't... Want to harm. I.. Uh... I know it's my job and all, But I... just... Don't feel like harming. It doesn't feel... Uh.. Right? If that makes sense?"

J stops walking. N follows suit. She squints her visor at the male disassembly drone before trying to hold in her laughter. "Hrk... You... You seriously... You seriously think that.. Hrmmr... As a murder drone... You can just.. Hrrmrk... Not... Feel like murdering?" She bursts out laughing, trying not to fall on the snow. "PHAAHAHAHA!! You're kidding, right?! It is LITERALLY in the name! MURDER! DRONES! MURDER! Your purpose IS to murder! Pheeh..."

N stares at J worriedly, trying not to point out the immediate outburst that the woman had. "Uh... Sorry? I guess?"

J stops laughing and death stares at N. "You are pathetic. You hear me? Pathetic."

The two Drones appear to be at their crash site. J walks up to one of the walls of their pod and leans on it. "I'm tired."

N slightly tilts his head to the side confusingly. "Tired? What? Why? All we did was walk."

"Tired of your idiocy, that's what." J sits down on the snow, still leaning on the cold metal wall. N sits close to her, also leaning against it. J seems adamantly disgusted by this, but is far too tired to comment on it.

And then... She shockingly lays down on N's lap.

The robot immeadiently gets startled by such thing, but still keeps his calm temper. "Uh.. Why are you sitting on me?"

J hugs N's torso, adamantly being far more different than what she typically is like. "Nothing. Just tired and need some warmth."

N is, well, still confused as hell, but still tries to not disrupt the situation. "Well, I mean, if you want to..."

"Just shut up and hug me, dumbass." She squeezes N's steel body harder, making sure not to hurt him in any way.

N does as instructed, hugging her head and making sure not to crack her glass visor. He thinks of complimenting her, but realises that that would probably lead to something along the lines of 'shut up' or 'why are you like this?', so he refrains from saying anything. And...

J falls asleep. Straight in N's hands.

The moment N reads the words 'SLEEP MODE' on her display, he immeadiently freaks the fuck out, however still makes sure not to startle the drone. After a while, he also goes into sleep mode while still hugging her. I mean, what was he supposed to do? Wait an hour just for J to hit her nonexistent snooze button one last time?

And... they lay there. On the snow. Sleeping while having each other in their arms. It's... weirdly cute, almost.

V goes back to base, only to find them sitting there like ducks. Very lazy ducks. She immeadiently has to resist the urge to bust out laughing. "Heh. Who knew that the asshole leader would cuddle with the robot she adamantly hated? Funny." V sits down near the two, staring at them every once in a while and making sure to catch their reaction when they wake up.

J's the first to wake up. She is first confused before immeadiently pulling away from N's grasp. This startles the male drone in his sleep so much to the point where he also wakes up.

The two Drones stare at each other while still sitting, obviously blushing at the scenario they put themselves in. To add insult to injury, V starts slow-clapping. "Fantastic. Fucking fantastic. Like a scene straight out of a romcom."

"Shut up, V!- I-" J is covering her face from the amount of embarrassment she's put herself in. "I- I started this, didn't I?-"

N is also embarrassed as hell, yet he doesn't cover anything up. "Y-Yeah, you kinda did..."

"Oh, fuuck... I am just... I.." J is still covering her face and ever so slightly staring at N. "Is... I... Nevermind.."

N tries to de-escalate the situation. "Let's just... forget about this, right? Like it never happened?"

"That never works, dumbass.. Let's just not mention it." J responds, uncovering her face for once. V is still slow clapping and, of course, J takes note of it. "V. Don't make me repeat myself. Shut. Up."

"Okay, cap', whatever you say.." V finally stops slow clapping.

The situation de-escalates. No one is blushing anymore, there isn't anything else said about such scene and it isn't mentioned ever again. However, all we know is simple:

J accidentally cuddled with N.

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