[Disclamer: This story contains Strong Language, Violence, Sexual Themes, Gore, and Themes of Abuse!]
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Once humanity off themselves as well as all other biological life on Copper 9, a distant exoplanet, the Worker Drones that were...
It was the dead of night and most Worker Drones had entered their shelters, putting the day behind them. After cleaning out the corpses of your friends and loved ones or repairing the damage those Murder Drones caused, who wouldn't? There were only two things left before the bunker was back to normal. The ceiling of the evacuation spot was still destroyed and the legs of the deceased Murder Drone were present. Two members of the WDF came inside, the shutter door rising slowly. They duck under the shutters, walking over to the hole in the ceiling.
"... I thought we agreed on getting rid of those legs last." The drones looked over at a spot of oil.
J's legs seemed to have disappeared, nobody really wanted to go near her, so seeing her legs gone was somewhat strange. One of the Workers looked up at the hole, the snow piling inside. He placed his ladder down, adjusting the ladder slightly.
"Whatever, at least I won't have to feel uneasy." He placed his toolbox down.
"Well, you got this... uhhhh... Ladderbot 5000...".
"It's Frank, Tim..." Tim began to walk away as Frank pointed to his nametag.
"*Sigh*... Please leave the lig-..." Frank groaned, now surrounded in darkness.
"... I don't get paid enough for this." He took out a flashlight.
Frank looked around, pointing his torch toward the darkness. He turned back to his ladder, rummaging through his toolbox.
A loud crash came from behind, metal scrapped across the floor.
"Hnn-!" Frank quickly turned around, a crate had fallen over.
Another loud crash came from deeper within the room. Frank began to back away, knocking over his ladder and toolbox. He jumped looking back at the mess he made.
"... W-who there?" No response.
"... I k-know you're t-there, show y-yourself!" Still no response.
Frank began to walk into the dark, his flashlight guiding him through. He peered around the large metal containers, not finding anyone. Suddenly, a crate fell in front of him just barely crushing him. Frank fell back, dropping his flashlight as he saw his life flash before his visor.
"T-this isn't funny!" He stood up, still not getting a response.
Frank grabbed his flashlight tightly, knowing he was being watched. He looked around frantically, nearing the end of his rope as he tried to find whoever was messing with him. As he was staring down one of the aisles, an all too familiar X shined behind him.
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Frank backed away, making his way back to his work.
"I really don't get paid enough for this-" As he turned around, he froze as he looked up at the Murder Drone.
Before he could even scream, J decapitated him with one swift swipe. She grabbed his head and body before they collapsed on the ground. J held his head up, taking in the oil seeping from his neck.
