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A woman with a space suit appeared from behind the doors with her hands on her hips. “And what do you think you're doing Mister?”
Noah’s blue circular eyes dilated in shock. “Oh, uh Tessa! W-What are you doing here? I thought you were-”
“The real question is what are YOU doing out here? And with that thing on your shoulders?!” Tessa said, turning her head towards the assumingly dead drone on his back.
“I uhm- I was just.. Getting stuff for my project..?”
Tessa raised her eyebrows, Not that Noah could actually see but she did.
“I really was! I found her in the spire of corpses while looking for stuff! She’s alive, Tessa! You can fix her right?”
She sighed and looked down at Noah
“N- Wait a second.. Noah get that off your back this instance!”
Tessa grabbed the drone by his arm and pulled him inside behind her, flinging Z to the ground.
She groaned inwardly at the sudden shock of being pelted to the ground.
This was SO not good for her circuits.
Not that they were in a good condition anyways.
Anyways what the fuck.
Am I watching some sort of soap opera or what?
She hit her tail down on the ground in annoyance.
Wait..
Tail?
AUGH FUCK
She could have killed this loser ages ago!
This is seriously NOT okay!
How could she forget about her own MURDER tail!?
She could actually die right now.
What murder-y death weapon is she when has a killer tail attached to her this whole time yet she didn't even think to stab the weird semi sentient drone carrying her away to her probably inevitable doom?
Well in her own defense she was already damned, rusting away in her own food.
This was just an acceleration.
Ugh!
Those Jc Jenson bitches are actually MORONS!
Like who let’s a robot MEANT to consume oil RUST? This is some serious bullshi-
A sudden jolt went through her as she felt something press her tail to the ground.
She totally forgot about the other two babbling in the background as she was hating on the universe.
She glared at the human in the spacesuit staring down at her. Oh if she could take a bite out of her right now. Although that is like super against the rules. But thats the same with abandoning the company, but oh well.
“Noah, did you realize you were carrying a bloody murder drone on your back? You could have gotten seriously hurt!” Tessa shouted, still standing on Z’s tail.
“I- Well it didn't hurt me! It's a nice homicidal drone!” Noah managed to squeak out in his defense.
“Well this little bugger is obviously not in the right condition to play out its mindset of “kill all workers.” I dunno why it hasn't used its acid yet though. Thing must be defective in its head.” The girl tapped the head of her spacesuit, making a clacking sound.
Z gritted her teeth in her rusted over mouth at the insult.“YØย-!”