Murder Drones - Model Mix-up

Heartbeat - The Manor [Prologue]

In a time unknown, a grand manor — Elliott Manor — stands tall at the heart of a thunderstorm. Rain beats against the windows, lightning illuminating the interior of the building as it strikes the earth. Within the splendorous rooms of the mansion, disturbing holographic humanoid silhouettes roam: chatting, mingling, and having drinks. A Worker Drone is standing near a small crowd with a platter, carrying several glasses — some empty, some full. They await their masters to finish their drinks to have them sent for cleaning, while also looking to see if any would like another. Among the group is the manor owner's wife. Louisa Elliott.

Louisa — "She still refuses to follow orders, how insulting..." she starts, ignoring the drone at first, but soon noticing their presence and pausing. "And, she continues to play dress-up with her garbage pets... how inconceivably vile!" She tosses her glass into the air, the drone catching it effortlessly. "Get a move on now, you autonomous freak!"

The drone obliges the order, curtsying and taking their serving dish away and down the hall. Along the way, a clap of thunder disrupts their path, the rumbling startling them. They regain footing, looking outside the grandiose window as rain pelts against the panes. Just beyond the glass, a bird stands before the rest of the vast mansion atop a dead branch, the moon shining down onto the courtyard below.

Remembering their order, the drone continues down the hall, turning the corner into the remarkably underutilized bar. However, as they do, they accidentally crash into another drone. The tray of glasses is dropped, with what can only be assumed to be wine flying through the air of the scene. The two drones lose their balance, falling to the ground with the glasses — both sitting back upright, their eyes hollow from the surprise. The taller of the two, having been the one with the tray, speaks first — disgruntled and beginning their words with what sounds almost like a growl.

??? — "Ugh, Uzi! What the hell?!" they exclaim angrily. The other drone, Uzi, slowly gets on her feet, processing what just occurred.

Uzi — "What do you mean?!" She re-rights herself, with Julisa — the other drone — looking at her with irritation. "Like that was my fault!"

Julisa — "It was! And now, you're gonna help me clean this up, right now!" she sternly declares, garnering a deep groan from the smaller.

Uzi — "Fine, whatever..." she concedes. "I'll get the glasses."

As Uzi begins gathering up the fallen glasses — those that survived the fall, at least — Julisa gets up and takes out a small, elaborately folded cloth to wipe away the liquid yet to be absorbed, whether by the carpet or their dresses. During her scrutiny of the area, Uzi wraps up her part of the cleanup, leaning against the slightly dusty bar with the dish and glasses atop it. Whether luckily or unluckily, little to no alleged wine can be found, due to the 'genius' plan of installing carpet across the entire room.

Julisa — "Okay, that's probably the best we can do... I'll get some carpet cleaner, you get—"

When she looks up at Uzi, she spots something she should've seen immediately — the ruby fluid trickling down and staining Uzi's visor and cheek.

Julisa — "Hm. Hold on, lemme..." She approaches very nonchalantly. "You've got a little on you..."