Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Witches Love Witches, Not Vampires Like Me (Uzi x N)

This is a song-fic with the song Witchcraft by McCafferty. Lyrics italicized and underlined.
Takes place a few months after episode two as if the extra pods never arrive and the disassembly drones remaining make peace with the worker drones, and as if Uzi has the eating habits of a disassembly drone after being infected with the absolute solver.
N x Uzi angst, gore-ish, violence, biting, pining, and what is essentially vampirism. 
Let me know if a part 2 is needed please <3
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DISCLAIMER: I do not support the ways McCafferty has acted, but I found out the bad things Nick did like almost completely done with the fic. As previously stated, I do not support what the artist said and did. I just thought the lyrics were fitting for this scenario I thought up. I thought about scrapping this because of what he did, but I'd already spent a lot of time on it. He's done awful things, and this is not me saying I'm supporting what he did by using the song lyrics. I put a version of the song from youtube uploaded by someone other than him, so I don't think he can make money off it that way? Anyways, have a lovely day <3

It'd been a long day for N. He'd been out scrounging for oil, avoiding taking it from... its direct source. But he'd ended up managing to get enough oil donations for two people. He smiled, proud of himself. He'd been seeing a therapist to help with his negative thoughts, trauma, and cognitive dissonance. It'd really been helping. He'd even gotten over his unrequited  crush on V! 

N walked through the halls of the colony until he reached Uzi's living unit. He'd been staying with Uzi lately, as they felt safest when they were together. He unlocked the door and saw her working at her desk. "Hey, Uzi!" He called into the room cheerfully. 

Uzi acknowledged his presence with a wave of her hand while she was still focused on her work. He smiled fondly at her behavior, knowing once she was this absorbed in her work he wasn't going to be able to get anything out of her.

Pouring blood at the winery

N poured his oil reserves into two cups, placing one onto Uzi's work table gently. She looked at the cup and grimaced; N felt a pang of sympathy for her, as he didn't enjoy the concept of drinking a friend's oil either.

After finding out she had been infected with the absolute solver, she had reached out to ask for him and V to stay at the colony, saying it was to find out what the absolute solver was along with safety reasons. 

N felt a bit empty at the thought she only wanted him in the colony for those reasons. 

He wasn't sure why he would want her to have him stay for another reason, or what the reason would be.

She's not a witch, but they say that she's gotta be

Uzi picked up the cup and shot back the warm liquid. N could tell she enjoyed the taste, but was trying not to for the sake of her dignity. 

She was a drone who blurred the lines between worker and disassembler. N wasn't sure she could even be classified as a worker anymore since she had a thirst for oil and an absolute solver. Then again, she couldn't be a disassembler in classification either. So, he guessed, she had to be a worker even though she wasn't quite one anymore.

N shrugged off the confusing train of thought.

He held the cup of oil in his hand and glanced guiltily at the worker in front of him. He swallowed what felt like a rock in his throat, and held the cup to his lips. He frowned, lowering the cup and staring at the thick black liquid. 

He couldn't do it.

Not after finding out how he wasn't so different from the workers.

Autumn's here with the fallen leaves
Wind-up toy that you left in an apple tree