Murder Drones: Echos of Humanity (Male Reader X Murder Drones Harem)

The Frozen Wasteland Of Copper-9

The icy air whips through the hollow empty ghost town, It's the dead of night as two Disassembly Drones can be seen landing in the streets of a frozen over echo of humanity on copper-9.

D.D(Disassembly Drone)#1: do you think their hidden away somewhere?

D.D#2: if they are they've gotten really good at it, we can't find then and we've searched almost everywhere in all of these buildings. . .

D.D#1: the last place there is to check is that old factory on the outskirts of town, there's gotta be some there. 

D.D#2:  I hope so, Can't please the company if we fuckin overheat.

At that moment the first disassembly drone gets impaled through the chest and lifted up off the ground, being thrown into an abandoned car with great force. 

D.D#2: What the fuck!?

The other fumbles back into the ground using his wings to then propel himself into the air as he looks at what attacked his partner, his scanners immediately scan the figure as human.

D.D#2: Human, that can't be right.  Am I glitching!?

As he wasn't paying attention as he catches what appeared to be a blade between in the eyes as he starts screaming and flying around erratically.

D.D#2: AWWWW FUCK, I CAN'T SEE- BWAH!

*Clang*

*Crash*

He lands on the ground and doesn't move, the other one gets up as it tries to attack the approaching figure with its tail. Only for it to catch the container of Nanite Acid and sever it from its tail using claws that just appeared from and around its fingers, glowing faintly as if made of light. The Disassembly Drone  turns his hands into guns as in one  swift motion both of his arms are pinned to the car looking up at the figure and finally seeing his face clearly, the identification software clearly identifying the figure as human.

D.D#1: what. . . The. . Fuck. . .

Y/n: what, never been the prey before? 

You manifest a hardlight blade on the end of your tail and charge it with Bio-electricity, and with a quick flick of your tail thrown it into the torso of the Other disassembly drone and frying its vital  circuitry effectively, killing him if that term can even apply to robots.

Y/n: now, hold still. . . 

As you raised your claws, your eyes glow a deep crimson red as you charged the claws with electricity.

Y/n: I'm hungry!

You proceeded to tear into drone as screams Rang out for a good few seconds, stopping shortly after as you tear out the more important bits of its anatomy such as the central core processor,  oil pump, and the larger parts of the faulty a fuck coolant system.

Y/n: Yes.  . .

You pour the oil and coolant into your mouth and ingest it, tasted God awful but you had gotten used to it at this point. Besides it was either this or slowly starve to death, sometimes you'd find ripped apart worker drones and scavenge them for oil and more valuable parts.

Y/n: *Coughs* Oh fuck, that only just barely gets better each time I do it. . . 

You shake your hands as all of the hardlight constructs vanish, gathering the corpses of the disassembly drones you make your way the factory.

(About half an hour later. . . 

You drag the Disassembly to the loading docks around the back of the building, giving a few good bangs on the door you call out.

Y/n: Open up, I brought more scrap metal!. 

A worker drone dressed in all white lifts the door and smiles.

L.D(Lookout Drone): Azrael, always a joy to see you hauling in more Murder Drones. .  .

He jumps osteps out and lifts one up over his shoulders.

L.D: here let me help you, probably want in out of the cold anyway.

Y/n: Amen brother. . . 

You lift up the other disassembly drone and proceeded inside as the Lookout shuts the door.

L.D: hey, I was asked next time that I see you to send you to Lance. Don't know what but he says it's something important.

Y/n:  Ok, thanks. Leave the more intact one here  and take the other one to the trade in for me will ya?

L.D: sure, you keep safe now. 

You proceed up the stairs on the factory floor to the office level, proceeding to the end and knocking on the door an office.

Lance: come in. . .

Walking in you see a worker drone in an old beret, Dark green hair, mismatched combat gear, and worn out combat boots with an empty Sidearm holster on his left thigh. 

[NO I definitely didn't make this, some guy on redit named RaDiCaL_254 did]

Y/n: you wanted to see me Lance?

Lance: ah yes, Azrael. Great too see you.

Y/n: how's Makin weapons going for you?

Lance: fucking awful, were weren't programed to make weapons but we'll figure it out if we wanna protect ourselves. Anyway, not what I wanted to speak with you about. 

Y/n: what is it?

Lance: we were able to narrow down another possible location inhabited by worker drones, thought it might intrest enough to check it out. Who knows what you might find.

Y/n: so salvage pretty much?

Lance: hey, you never know. They could still be alive when you get there, and if they are ask if they are willing to trade we can be civil can't we?

Y/n: you can, and to be honest it would be better if we could establish trade routes and alliances out here. Could strengthen us all in the end. . .

Lance: couldn't agree with you more, now I'm guessing your cold and tired so go ahead and rest. You head out tomorrow if you like.

Y/n: alright, see you later Lance. . .

You close the door to the office and proceeded to the sub-level of the factory, the workers lived here and manufactured goods for use. Receiving the odd amount of praise here and there as you made your way to a specific room, going in as you shut the door and turned on the heater and finally flopping into bed.

(To be continued. . . 

Sav: how am I doing so far?