Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Something Other Than Murder on the Dancefloor (J/V)

Requested by irlanneboonchuy on Ao3
Takes place during episode three as if J was never shot down by Uzi and befriended the group instead.
Also, I know I usually write stuff where I make Khan and J to be the villains, but J is a bit of an exception at times- like how I occasionally write a villainous N. However, Khan likely will never be redeemed in my eyes because daddy issues say no. Anyways, enjoy an explanation behind J's behaviors previously! But beware!!! This involves J dealing with abuse and trauma of her own! This involves mentions/hints of sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, and verbal abuse- so please don't read if that's triggering to you! No way in hell do I think sexual abuse is a good thing (or any abuse at that), and that's not the purpose of including it here! This was more so to show the adverse affects of what being sexually assaulted and abused does and using it to explain J's behavior.
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Stars shine overhead, twinkling with a light that gave J hope. She swallowed down her nervousness, entering the abandoned shopping center. She refused to scrounge her prom clothes off of a dead body.

Prom was tomorrow night, and she still hadn't asked V out. N was back on good terms with Uzi after running into each other out in the snow and Uzi being too soft to turn him away. V bet J they would end up going together, and J couldn't tell what emotion V felt when she made the bet.

J took a deep breath, the cold air filling her lungs and making her shiver. She walked through the aisles of clothing, the store feeling like it could be haunted. It was so quiet and empty. J didn't like how unnerving it was, but pushed through anyways. She wanted to get her clothes for prom and just get this over with.

She pushed through dusty sections of clothing and gagged at the sound of clothes-hangers scraping against the metal rack. Finally, she found something worth looking at. It was a grey suit jacket with a black skirt and tie. It was in fairly decent condition as well. J lucked out.

J checked the outfit, making sure it was her size, and held the outfit close to her chest in excitement when she saw it was the right size.

J hummed, bundling the clothes under her arm and strutted to the exit. Today wasn't such a bad day. There was a certain sinking nervousness that started to drag her down. She hadn't felt it in a while, and she had thought she was getting better. J slowed down to a much less confident pace. She was scared.

J stopped in her tracks, her mechanical stomach churning. She held squeezed the clothes tight in her arms, looking for some kind of comfort. She was so surprised that V and N forgave her for how she had treated them. She really didn't deserve forgiveness, especially not from N.

There was a ghost like sensation creeping over her metallic skin and she felt like vomiting at the thought. She hadn't told anyone at work what had happened, and Tessa only had faint ideas of what was going on. It felt like a hand was rubbing her lower back and she broke.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, no.

Not again.

J dropped the clothes throwing her back into the snow and writhing to try to get the feeling off of her. There was an acidic taste in her mouth and she wanted to cry or scream or anything, but she could only lay in the snow shaking. J flipped over onto her hands and knees, trying to get up and break the thoughts speeding through her mind.

When she looked up, she wasn't on Copper-9 anymore. She was a scared worker drone on Earth again.

"J!" James called from another room in the mansion and J took a deep breath, getting off her hands and knees and rushing to her master's call.

"Yes, sir?" J politely bowed, not making eye-contact with him.

"Oh, hell! What has Tessa dressed you up in this time?" James snarled, tugging on the sleeve of J's outfit. James hated it when Tessa treated the workers like they were people and J had to pay the price for it. It wasn't so bad though, because at least she was friends with Tessa. Plus, she could take the fall for V and N so they didn't have to get hurt. They never had to know.