Murder Drones - The Bloody Trio (Murder Drones OC's fan fic)

Chapter 7 - A Leader's pages

A world of art, a world of literature, and a world of tranquility, that was her home at this very moment. A female worker drone sat silently at the front desk of a library, a peaceful and small one at that. The building had a dim, gentle hue of soothing oranges and yellow's, all delicately reflecting off of the surfaces of the smooth, and properly kept objects of the library. Adjacent to the female Worker Drone, there sat a small lamp, giving delicate aid for her readings of a book she had laid before her.

She held a serene expression, her eyes lazily studying the words before her, her face donning large, square glasses whose temples gently hugged the sides of her head. She had short, curly white hair, and a simple pink bow resting on the side of her head; her attire donned a petite blue dress with sweet flower shaped curls on it. The female worker drone delicately tapped her index finger onto her tongue, grabbing a corner of a page and turning it. As she was absorbing more of the knowledge the book had contained, her steady pace was disturbed by a soft female voice.

"What may you be reading, my dear?"

The female Worker Drone propped up, smiling. Before her stood an old woman, the woman had a pink flower dress that gently rested on her body, she wore large square glasses as well, and she had soft wrinkly skin. Her eyes, despite enduring many years of the world, held a gentleness and kindness unlike any other. "Why your favorite book, Mrs. Rose!" the female worker gleamed.

The woman grinned, adjusting her glasses and squinting her eyes. "Oh my, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn! Quite a classic, my dear." She softly chuckled, "And how long have you been reading it?"

"Why, only for half an hour, Mrs. Rose." the worker adjusted her glasses, "I am currently on a part where Huckleberry is trying to fake his death in order to escape from his abusive father. It's fascinating, this young boy hunts and kills a wild pig in order to display his own false murder!" She gasped, gently placing her hand to her metallic lips. "Very smart boy he is, I just hope he can successfully get away!" She raised a brow, "Does he get away. Mrs. Rose?"

Rose giggled, gently patting the worker on the head. "My my, that would spoil all of the fun! But rest assured, it is only the beginning of the story, plenty for you to discover inside of those pages."

In the once quiet night, there was a sound of distant crackling of thunder, echoing in the darkness as it gave its warnings in bombastic howls. Rose turned to glance out a window, the void that was the night sky preventing her from seeing the oncoming storm, eventually turning her gaze back towards the female worker drone.

"I best be on my way, my dear, lest I fail to beat this storm. Have you made sure everyone has left?" She raised a brow. The female worker drone thought for a second. No, she hadn't checked, but she also didn't necessarily remember seeing anyone besides Mrs. Ross for the past few hours. She assumed it was safe to just give a light answer so both of them wouldn't have to bother searching the place.

"We are the only two souls in here, Mrs. Rose" The female worker smiled, hoping she wasn't lying through her teeth. Mrs. Rose simply nodded, believing in her little robot.

Mrs. Rose walked over to a coat rack adjacent to a brown door, taking off a small white hat that contained a white feather and placing it onto her head. The woman opened the door and was about to step out when she suddenly gasped. She turned around, and before she even let out a word, she was greeted by the female worker drone holding up a small black purse to her with a warm smile. Rose let out a soft chuckle, placing a hand to her chest.

"Goodness, what in the heavens would I do without you, Charlotte?" She took the purse from Charlotte, placing its sling around her shoulder and gently patting Charlotte on the head, "Without you, I swear I'd lose everything! Thank you, dear."