Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

A Thousand Words for Us (Thad x V)

Requested by scrapecombat
Takes place a few weeks after episode 2 as if V were released and the other pods (with what can be presumed to be other Disassembly Drones) never arrive.
V x Thad fluff (oopsies I dropped in a slight amount of angst) <3
Got a bit out of hand with how much I wrote here lol
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V was curious as to why she kept finding poems everywhere, and more curious as to why they were meant for her. She enjoyed reading them, as they were very thoughtful; but she just couldn't stop herself from wondering where they came from.

N had been really down lately, seeming to be cutting himself off from the workers. V had started to realise that maybe him and the purple toaster had a point about JcJenson, but she wasn't quite ready to admit that to anyone. She herself had been staying away from the workers, and had needed to consume less oil since she wasn't using her weaponry. The whole reason why the Disassembly Drones overheated so quickly was because they had the same system fans as workers, but more elaborate machinery parts than workers, so they burned through oil quicker than their bodies could generate it.

V shook her head, clearing the line of thought about oil. She had found another poem this morning, and was ready to figure out who on Copper-9 was sending them to her. It was a very interesting poem, and it read:

"Sunshine and roses are a thing of the past.
Now the bitter cold has replaced the life we knew.

You came down into the cold with a crash,
And the life we knew became fear.

But you stopped to think.

And I find you've changed into a beautiful pink.

You've made things crystal clear,
And my heart and head began to clash.

But now I've seen my heart through,
And I feel this love for you will last.

For: Serial Designation V, the most beautiful drone I've ever seen."

None of the poems V got were ever signed, and that just made her more curious. She didn't think it was N, as he could barely sign the company documents. She doubted it was Uzi, who seemed to dislike her. She had no clue who it could be really.

So that's why she was on her way to the worker drone colony to ask around. Regardless of N's orders.

As she saw the door in the distance, she thought about how odd it was to be walking there rather than flying, and completely without malicious intent. She felt nervous, yet excited. She wanted to know who was writing the poems for her, and what they intended by it. 

After seeing how similar the workers were, she decided to cut herself off from killing for oil. Sure, it wasn't the greatest for her systems, but there was just a huge heavy feeling when she saw the corpses of the workers she had killed; she had heard that huge heavy feeling was called guilt. Her extra systems just used up too much oil to the point where she had to prohibit herself to the lifestyle of a worker as much as she could in order to preserve oil.

V knocked on the cold door, face feeling warm. An intercom buzzed, and a nearby camera began flashing a red light to signal it was on. The workers must've upped their security systems. "State your purpose in being here." A crackly voice spoke through the buzzer, making her nerves buzz even more than before. 

"I- uhm... Well, I'm a... friend... of N's, the other disassembly drone who you let into the colony, and," V paused, realising she'd have to admit the poems, "I've been getting these poems sent to me from someone I assume is in this bunker, and I'd like to meet them."

Static crackled through the intercom without a response, making V nervously rub her arm.

"I promise I've sworn off of killing and drinking oil now." V added, her fear was making her ramble on. She didn't like this feeling of fear though, it made her feel weak and small.