On-Brand Loyalty

Week One: New Norm

 A week had passed since Dror's new situation was thrust upon him, a week of living in a corpse tower inhabited by three robo-vampires. And honestly, he didn't have much to complain about. His days were spent either working on his metal hut and trying to improve upon it or just lazily lounging around while he spent his nights in rest mode.

Actually, his days and nights had swapped, as the Disassembly Drones slept during the day for whatever reason. Since J wanted to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't run away, she made sure his sleep schedule aligned with theirs.

Initially his new roommates mostly kept to themselves, either sleeping or going out on their murder hunts.

Between the three of them, Dror had the least interactions with V. She didn't think much of him outside of as a potential meal, so she more or less didn't bother to acknowledge his existence unless forced to by J. Dror was fine with the distant relationship, she was a rather terrifying individual.

J was somewhat similar, sticking to raking up her kill numbers to report to JCJenson, however that entire thing worked. They hadn't directly spoken since her interview, although Dror would occasionally give her a wave if he saw her come back from a hunt. Still scary but at this point he was 99% sure she wouldn't kill him, at least not without him provoking her to.

The one Dror was most familiar with was N, by far the most socialable of the trio. Every now and then he'd pop in to ask how Dror was doing right before he flew off for the night, a nice gesture Dror couldn't help but find a little charming. At that point, he just found N too friendly to be scared of anymore, with only occasional moments that reminded the Worker Drone of just what kind of robot he was talking to.

For being so good-hearted in nature, N was still way too casual about killing, even if he didn't seem to take pleasure in it unlike his co-workers.

And of course, watching anime. Dror had a preference for the medium ever since he started living in a bunker, typically isolating himself from the other Worker Drones who were more obsessed with mundane activities and always thought he was a kid (He's an adult, damn it!). So, he made true to his promise and offered to introduce N to anime if they were really going to be friends.

N was hooked right away, possibly because Dror was the first person to actually want to do anything with him. It started to become a habit that N would wake up before his teammates at around sunset to watch some episodes with Dror before J ordered him out.

This was one of those days. Dror laid on his worn mattress while N sat on the floor in front of them as they watched, displayed on the wall from a modified Worker Drone head that functioned as a projector. In N's lap was a more... fresh, Worker Drone head that he drank oil from with a makeshift straw.

The anime in question was a rather gory one, with a human protagonist who could have chainsaws grow out of his body to fight opponents with. N turned to Dror as this happened. "Y'know I can do that too. The chainsaw hand thing?"

Holding up an arm, N's hand was switched out with a revved chainsaw in rather close proximity to Dror's face. The worker barely reacted, just giving a deadpan stare at N as he muttered. "...You're horrifying N."

The Disassembly Drone gave a bright smile as he changed his hand to normal. "Aw, thanks man!" Truly, this was the face of a killer and by Robo-Christ it was adorable.

When the episode ended, both Dror and N noticed the sunlight peeking through the hut's door was starting to fade, ending their time together. Dror shut off the corpse projector (He really needed to pick a name that didn't make him feel sick) as N got up off the floor.

N walked over to leave but stopped and turned to Dror. The small drone noticed this. "Something up N?"

Somewhat nervous, N poked his fingers together and asked. "Dror... what do you know about girls?"