Murder Drones x Reader (+Oneshots)

Inbetween part - 2

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Silent.

It was the classroom, the parent-teacher conference one. There were no drones inside of it other than Doll.

She was sitting at the back of the room, looking at a picture of some sort while her legs dangled off of the desk she was sat on. The blue lighting around was shining all over the metal bits of her body and hair.

A bug.

A tiny bug was crawling around.

Around on its six legs.

Up and up on dolls leg, torso, and stopped itself on her finger.

It brushed one of its antennae, which had an orange bulb at the end of it.

Doll looked at the ruined, dented door.

Earlier that day...

"...gorgeous, right? I'm gonna let her in." Lizzy stood up from her seat and began toward the door.

Before she opened it, Doll's hand started to glow. It was red, some symbol spun beneath the three fingers she held up.

She close her hand, and the symbol appeared on the door.

Uzi's eye.

The door was destroyed with a loud noise, causing Lizzy to yelp and jump backward. The other people in the room stared.

Doll's eye.

She covered it with her little hand.

"...Jesus sorry industrial strength ghost or whatever. Settle."

Lizzy sat back down, leaning in her seat.

Doll looked to the door, the girl disappeared.

...the door was destroyed. By her.

The bug.

Red code flew around it, tinting it.

It exploded. Oil splashed on Doll's face, on the picture she was holding.

Doll smiled, licking the blood off her face.

What a shame, the picture...

N.

"Look, I hate your personality normally, but this is somehow worse," V said from her chair, pointing her arms up," What am I being punished for?"

N was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees that were up to his chest. He was looking down, the expression on his face a look of fear and worry.

V caught onto this somewhat quickly, looking... worried about N for just a moment. She looked down at her chain.

It was broken, nothing was stopping her from leaving.

But she didn't.

She nudged the chain so it would look like it was still connected, then went back to looking like a mean chihuahua, crossing her arms and sitting back on her chair.

Uzi just... layed there on her bed. Exhausted. Staring. She was worried. She had been putting together a whole theory for the last... forever. Her ceiling was a mess. Red string, sketchy pictures.

There were also post-it's scattered all over. More drawings that weren't hung yet.

It was a mess.

Staring.

"(Y/N)?"

One of (Y/N)'s dads opened their door, checking on them.

They were rolled over on their side, facing the wall. No blankets or anything, just laying down.

"You uh... you need anything? We're worried."

"I'm fine," they spoke, quiet.

"You... you sure? Listen, you can talk to us if you need. We know what happened and we can he—"

(Y/N) sat up," Don't. Please, just," They sighed," Please just leave me alone till morning.

"If you're sure, okay." He closed the door.

Click.