Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Yandere V x N

Request by @Bryan78932 

I'm really bad at yandere stuff lol, but enjoy~

Takes place as if Uzi and N never met, so before pilot in a separate timeline sorta.
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J got a notification from JcJenson on her visor, "Hey, the new pod is arriving. We're going to meet them at their destination and give them a tour of the land as well as get acquainted with them, so we need to get headed out now."

N nodded, getting up from his chair in the pod and setting down the scrap metal he was fidgeting with. V rolled her eyes and followed suit with a groan. Snow was falling in a gentle drift to the ground, and J was ordering the team to follow a very specific flight path. 

There was a smoking crater in the ground where the pod had crashed, and N wondered what the new team would look like. The smoking pod door swished open with a hissing sound. A small head popped out, curious yellow eyes blinking. "Oh, hi there!" A voice accompanying the head called out to N. 

The drone flipped out in front of the pod and bowed, "I'm Q, the designated builder of our squad! I use she/her pronouns." Q had shoulder length black hair, and her bangs were light grey. She wore a black and white plaid shirt, where the sleeves were solid black and had a white ring on the upper arm area. 

Q turned around and pulled out another drone who seemed to be sleeping. This drone had short fluffy silver hair puffed around their face, and one of their display eyebrows had a slit. They wore an oversized black hoodie with constellation patterns in pastel purple. "This is X, our tech and leader! Pronouns are they/she/xe. They hit their head in the crash" 

Q dropped X's limp body into the snow and reached into the pod once more, but this time the drone she pulled out was awake. Q had dragged this drone out by their legs as they held on desperately to the pod. Q yanked the drone out completely and they curled up in the snow.

Q nudged the drone with her foot, "Well, this one is S. She's supposed to be our pilot and repair drone, but she's a bit wonky. In a cute way though. S's pronouns are she/her." Q smiled at the drone affectionately.

S had long wavy black hair and silver rimmed glasses. She wore a faded grey t-shirt with white splotches splattered randomly on it, and in the middle of the shirt there was a melting rainbow rose. S had several interesting rings on her fingers N wanted to get a closer look at later. 

N stepped forward and held out his hand, which Q shook. "I'm N, the repair and pilot drone in our squad. I use he/him pronouns." Q smiled sweetly at him, and he almost found himself blushing at the kind gesture.

J coughed, crossing her arms. "I'm Serial Designation J. I'm the leader and technician of this squad. N will lead you back to our corpse spire, I have business to attend to. Oh, and by the way, none of your outfits are up to company standards." J, who seemed especially snarky today, took off to fly back to the spire and made sure to kick up extra snow onto the group.

"Don't worry about J, she's just a workaholic. And your outfits are fine." N tried to soothe the tense air J had created. N turned to V and gestured for her to step forward and introduce herself, but she just scoffed and bared her teeth at him. N closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, opening his eyes and clapping as he exhaled.

"Well, this lovely drone is V! She uses she/her pronouns as far as I know, and she's our squad's builder! Isn't that so cool? She built our entire spire! She's so talented." N babbled on about V, thinking about how cool his crush was.

Q smirked, stepping closer to N and leaning forward, "You seem to be quite the lady's man, don'tcha?" Q purred. A jolt went through N making him panic, "W-what! No, its not like that!" He protested. 

"L-look, I can help repair X since S seems to be out of it..." N offered, walking past Q and bending down over X. N examined X's sleeping face and found one of her sensors had malfunctioned and gone red.

N held down a button on X's jaw and rebooted her so that her sensor would come back online. X came back online, eyes blinking as she looked up into N's eyes. "Oh wow." X mumbled. N heard V shuffle in the snow beside him. "You're pretty" X blurted, still staring at N. N blinked, confused.

"Hey, back off!" V growled defensively. 

"You seemed fairly uninterested in him earlier, so I'd think he's fair game." Q pointed out.

"Well yeah, you've been all grouchy in the corner and fairly cold towards him this whole time, despite the fact he obviously seems to care for you." S finally spoke.

V huffed indignantly, "Not like you have any right to make a move on him! You just met! You don't even know him like I do!" 

"I just called him pretty... I wasn't hitting on him..." X mumbled nervously.

N stood watching, unsure what to do or how to go about this. All his time on Copper-9 there was never a time when people would fight over him, and now three strange new drones and his crush were doing just that. N swallowed nervously, not sure what would come next.

"Just cause you were here first doesn't mean he's yours!" Q yelled at V, tail swishing in anger.

"Well he is mine, so back the fuck off, princess." V growled in a low and serious tone. N thought her eyes would have been enough to freeze Q where she stood.

Q and V stared at each other in silence, N watching while S and X nervously watched from farther away. 

"If he's yours, prove it." Q challenged V, her voice even and authoritative. 

N felt his face heat up as he watched V nod slowly and blush. Was he imagining her blushing, or was she actually? He wondered why he was even doubting it after she just claimed him as hers. 

N watched curiously as V walked up to him. She was a few inches shorter than him, so when she tilted her head down N could see the top of her head. V grabbed his coat roughly, but he could tell she was nervous because she was shaking. 

N realized what she was about to do, "You don't have to-" N tried to comfort her, but was cut off by V pulling him down and her pressing her mouth to his. V pulled away, looking anywhere but his eyes. "I wanted to." She whispered, "I wanted to make sure they know who you belong to."