N threw himself in front of V, kicking the warped fan blade that spun towards her away. Uzi followed him a moment later, chucking a discarded knife at her. Doll deflected it with her red-computer-power-thingies and it clattered to the floor. Uzi struck a dramatic pose and N followed along, putting his fists up after Uzi glanced reassuringly at him.
"Uzi, you would really side with the murder drones? I'm not the only one who's lost family to them."
Oh no... she's gonna turn against us! Why did I think she was different, she's gonna be scared of me again, that's probably why she was scared earlier because I must have killed her family, oh no-
"Bite me!" N looked at her in surprise. "Whoever started this wants us to fight." She took a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath. "I'm not dealing with anything well, but I'm done dealing with everything alone." She looked up at N with a genuine smile. N, touched, smiled back.
Doll looked unimpressed. "Cute, but I don't need help." Another rebar shot up through N's leg. He gasped as oil splurted out of the hole.
A glint of silver caught his eye. Two fan blades came arcing through the air towards them. Fueled purely by a need to protect Uzi, he threw his weight as far as the pole through his leg would allow and shoved Uzi away as far as he could. She looked surprised as she flew away from him, so he gave her a reassuring smile and a thumbs-up, just for good measure.
The fan blades sliced through him and into V behind him and everything went black.
———
Khan watched as his daughter and her murder friend stood in front of their other murder friend. Exhilaration and terror flooded through him, but some primal urge he'd never felt before kept him rooted to the spot, even as floods of panicked drones buffeted him back a few steps in a frenzied escape. Fatherliness, maybe, or guilt at his past shortcomings?
'Shortcoming' is a bit of an understatement for all but ignoring your daughter and then leaving her for dead. He thought miserably.
"Bite me!" His daughter's voice jerked him of his trance. "Whoever started this wants us to fight. I'm not dealing with anything well, but I'm done dealing with everything alone." She shot a glance at one of the murder drones, N, that contained so much raw emotion that Khan blinked in surprise. "We move forward together, or not at all."
Pride flowered within him. When did she get so wise?
From what he could see of her, which wasn't much since she had her back to him, Doll didn't look impressed.
"Cute, but I don't need help." In the blink of an eye, a rebar pole shot through N's leg and mutilated fan blades arced through the air, colliding with and chopping the two murder drones into tiny bits.
Khan gasped and started forward, suddenly desperate to atone for his sins and help Uzi out of this situation.
He hadn't made it more than two steps before Doll's neck cracked, twisting her head unnaturally to look at him. The world seemed to glitch around him, fleeting memories dancing around the corner of his vision before the double doors slammed shut, the red glyph he knew all too well swirling above the door before disappearing without a trace.
Khan put a shaking hand on the doorframe, hoping with all his strength that Uzi had the strength, will, and soul of her mother without the nasty end.
———
N sat in the corner where the impact from the fan blades had thrown his body. Well, the majority of it. He still couldn't find one of his arms.
An arm crawled towards him, but it wasn't his own. He picked it up.
"Is this..." He asked, picking it up.
"Mine!" V barked, grabbing it with her mouth since she hadn't found either of her arms.
A nervous-looking worker drone wearing a whole lot of pink (Uzi had called her Lizzie) was cowering near them. She glanced over at V, abandoning her fearful expression for a more skeptical one.
"What are you looking at?" V spat, through her arm.
The worker drone squinted. "You look like garbage." V scoffed.
"At least I don't look like I got dipped in pink paint." She retorted. Lizzie rolled her eyes and snatched the arm out of V's mouth.
"Where does this freaking go?" She asked, eyeing it skeptically.
"Thank you, Lizzie," N intoned, trying to discreetly signal V to stop being a corroded battery. She apparently didn't get it, because both she and Lizzie responded in unison.
"Shut up, loser." N looked away and rolled his eyes, a rare moment of weakness.
A crash across the room caught N's attention. Uzi wasn't struggling against Doll, she looked rather confident as she stalked across the gym floor. A knife was flung from somewhere behind Doll; it arced towards Uzi. N watched, wide-eyed, as Uzi caught the knife not by her own skill but by allowing it to dig itself deep into her hand. Ooh, that's got to hurt. And she isn't even able to regenerate!
Uzi grimaced as she pulled the knife out of her hand, chuckling. She deflected a knife thrown by Doll, then kicked a microphone stand in her general direction before walking towards her with a menacing chuckle.
Doll, unfazed, used more robo-voodoo and chucked the microphone stand back at her without lifting a finger. It slammed into Uzi, knocking her down and the knife away from her, and another rebar flew from the stage and wrapped itself around the music stand. N scrambled to grab his hand (which he found a few feet away hidden underneath a folded table) and threw himself in front of Uzi's downed body when a collection of magically multiplied knives flung themselves at her. They clanged against his wings and back, hurting him, but not as much as they would have hurt her. He offered her a hand.
"Ugh! Quit saving me!" She snapped. N didn't reply, just grabbed her hand and twirled her away from the knives that were flying toward them, dipping her out of danger like a true gentleman. She gasped in surprise but quickly regained composure, snatching a knife from the air with a satisfied grunt. N switched his hand to a missile launcher and nodded at Uzi. He pulled her in, prepared only to blast the missile. He was not, however, prepared for her to wrap her hand around his waist. Tentatively, he wrapped his around hers.
In sync, he released a missile and she chucked the knife. The missile exploded and Doll flew back.
Uzi looked over him, panting. "Seriously, don't.... Do that again," she said, her voice thick with concern as her hand brushed against the diameter of his waist where he'd been sliced in two.
"Uzi," he said gently, something caught his eye and he cried, "AH, OKAY, YOUR TURN!" And flung her into the air as a table crashed into him.
[Mm, new perspectives are always fun :3
Don't worry, all you nearsighted Khan haters, most likely I won't get to write in his perspective again anytime soon :( (Okay, this makes me seem like a Khan lover; I'm not. I don't like what he did to Uzi but I think his character has potential and I've always been interested in his motives. Plus, anything linking to Nori is a good thing (as you'll learn, I'm a bit of a Nori fanatic), and no one knew Nori better than Khan.)
In other news, I'm sick, so I the chapters will probably come out a bit faster now!
God bless!]
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The Digital Plague (A Murder Drones AU)
Fanfiction"Ah, b-biscuits. I'm s-sorry I-I ruined your c-card g-game." After N destroys several worker drones, two high-tech doors, Uzi's relationship with her dad, and J's (maybe fake) trust, he is infected with the virus that J canonically planted on his ch...
