Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Love For a Killer (V/Lizzy)

Ghhh more Lizzy brain-rot...
(Not a request again, but just a little thing I wanted to write.)
Takes place after prom-
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Lizzy was having a bit of trouble processing things, and what went down at prom really wasn't helping. Sure, V was pleasing to look at- that was an understatement. V was hot as hell. Okay, okay, V was attractive. She lost her train of thought. 

Lizzy grumbled, sitting down at her desk and opening her sketchbook. Maybe drawing would help her think. She flipped through to a fresh page and started doodling. Doll had disappeared from the colony, and she would've been worried for her if it weren't for the fact that Doll had just murdered a bunch of the colony. She had that in common with V, Lizzy guessed.

Lizzy never thought she had a "type," but then she started noticing similarities between V and Doll. It was sort of painful falling for two mass-murderers, but it was more frustrating when both of them tried to justify it. Robo-god, why did V and Doll have to be hot and murderers? Why couldn't she have just fallen for a softer girl like... Lizzy really couldn't think of a soft girl in her grade. By senior year, all the students knew Lizzy and the weaker ones stayed out of her way. Maybe this was karma.

V was this super pretty drone whose looks could literally kill, and Doll was the same with her freaky murder eye thing. Holy hell there was something wrong with her. She had watched Doll kill her classmates, and she had watched V do the same. So why was she so into them?

Lizzy blipped back into reality from her head, looking at what she drew with a groan. She had drawn V from prom in her dress and crown. Lizzy had gone along with Doll's plan to get V onto the prom court knowing V would be manipulative and use her to kill everyone, but it turned out she didn't. Lizzy wanted to think Doll was redeemable, but she seemed worse than V right now.

Lizzy held her head in her hands, rubbing her visor with her palms. Some days she really wished Doll wasn't a psycho and V wasn't a disassembly drone. Things would've been easier that way. Lizzy stared at the drawing of V with a melancholy sigh.

"Hey." A rough voice chimed above her and Lizzy fell back in her chair so it tipped backwards. Strong hands tipped the chair forward with a huff. "Didn't think you'd be so shocked to see me. Not my first time dropping in."

Lizzy rushed to cover up her drawing. "Hey, V." She laughed affectionately. "How'd you even get in here? I didn't see you come in the window."

V shrugged, then stretched her arms. "Came in the window while you were still at school and hid in your closet until you got home. I really don't see the point in going to school. I never went and I turned out just fine."

Lizzy deadpanned at V. "Monster in the closet routine, I see. And you turned out a murderer, V. School isn't pointless."

"Your little red-eyed girlfriend that tried to kill me is a murder too, and she went to school." V crossed her arms.

Lizzy blinked slowly, trying to process what V was suggesting. Then it clicked. V thought she was dating Doll. "What. No, what? Yeah, no." Lizzy laughed nervously. "Doll and I aren't a thing." Lizzy wondered why she didn't just go along with it. Hadn't she wished Doll was her girlfriend for years?

"Then that explains why you were drawing me and not her." V grinned and Lizzy cursed internally. V had seen the drawing. Well that was embarrassing. Looks like Lizzy would stay single and girlfriend-less forever. Damn, she'd messed up. Lizzy couldn't think of anything to say, so she closed the cover of her sketchbook and glared at V.

"Oh c'mon!" V scoffed. "I was designed to kill, but I've sworn off of it. Doll just went on a murder spree for the fun of it." 

Lizzy huffed, crossing her arms too. "Shouldn't that make you friends then?"

"Maybe if she weren't competition." V stepped closer, and Lizzy couldn't help but unfold her arms curiously. What the hell did V mean? Competition? For what? The most kills or something? That didn't make sense. V had gotten her curious.

"Competition over what?" Lizzy asked cautiously, her arms hanging at her sides.

V took another step closer, and Lizzy felt her heart beat faster. Damn it, she really did have a thing for V. When V didn't say anything, Lizzy took a step back and her back bumped into the desk, pencils falling out of their basket. 

V just kept moving forward. "You really live up to that dumb blonde stereotype, don't you?" V leaned forward, pinning one hand down to the desk and looking down at Lizzy. Lizzy was a little pissed over being called a dumb blonde, but that thought was quickly buried under the screaming from her brain since V was so close to her. Hell, V was basically pinning her to the desk.

"Competition over you, obviously." V smiled statistically and Lizzy's heart melted. She really shouldn't feel this for a killer. 

But V said she wasn't a killer anymore...

So the only think killer about V now was her looks.

Lizzy smirked, leaning forward so her face was inches away from V's. She gripped the collar of V's jacket with one hand and the other was on V's waist. She made note of the blush that brightened on V's visor when she spoke. "Well if that was a competition, then this is your trophy." Lizzy was almost surprised by her own boldness, but was too into things to care much.

V wasn't as tough as she looked, because she squeaked and withdrew her arms to cover her face and turned around with a flustered whine. Lizzy knew V was hot, but didn't know V was cute. Lizzy guessed this was one soft girl she hadn't scared off, even if that softness was hidden under a layer of oil and weaponry. 

"You're not too bad, even though you act tough." Lizzy chuckled, shaking her head with a smile.

"Shut it, mean girl." V huffed, shooting Lizzy a glare through the blush on her visor. 

Lizzy laughed, studying her hands and leaning on her desk again. "No thanks."