Make me yours (Uzi x N)

~Chapter 6~

Hello everybody! Sorry for being gone for a bit, I've been dealing with some irl stuff and I got sick. So, here's this chapter!

Please do note: This chapter will include some very intense stuff

WARNING:  R@PE (I am not going to write that ), Trauma, and big sad all around

Hehe poem go brrr

~V's POV~

I flew above N and Uzi as they tramped through a frozen landscape, human and robot corpses littering the land.

"Hey, loser! Can't you just fly up here yourself?" I yelled at them.

"Yes, I can! But I like to walk too!" N yelled back

"Plus Uzi can't fly, so I wanna keep her company!" He added

"I CAN! I JUST- I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO STEER!" Uzi shouted, but she was so far away that all I heard was a voice that could count as one of the quietest noises ever made on Copper 9.

I kept flying on until I found what started this whole adventure. Three pods piled on top of each other. One window was broken, and a rusty worker's drone hand sticking out from the ground.

"What does this mean? I mean, I get what it means, but, why?" N questioned, clearly confused.

"It means there's more murder drones out there, dumbo! This means that we can team up, and find a better colony that isn't protected! Lucky us!"

"That's lame! And stupid! Anyways, I'm going to, uhm... Steal stuff from the mall! With N! Because we are.... Angsty rebellious teenagers! Right N? Now, we should get going because angst is not going to cure itself!" Uzi yelled pulling N with her.

"Oh, those two will die in a ditch."

~ Nobody's POV~

N and Uzi ran through the snow, running and running until they saw a graffitied building, paper bits still clinging to life.

"...Hey N? Is it alright if I go alone? I just want to...Steal some stuff"

"Sure Uzi! It's alright, in the meantime I'll go oil hunting!"

"Okay, see you later"

R@PE WARING, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE CLICK AWAY AND TAKE A BREAK.

Uzi's POV:

I am confused
                My body feels full
        My heart feels empty
I'm missing my clothes
    What happened?
        Where is N?
                I smell a cigarette.
                                Is that Thad?
                        I'm thirsty
            My throat burns
Can I walk?
    No, I feel stiff
            Is N okay?
                    Is he worried?
                                I hear slicing.
                        I want to go home

I feel like I'm being lifted up. Like N used to do when I got bored. Except, this feels uneven. As if it's a jumble of parts. I can't remember how long it's been, but something speaks to me.

"Hi there, are you up yet sleepy-head? You were in pretty rough shape back there. I got you new clothes!"

I groaned before I got up. My entire body felt like it was recovering from the worst hangover ever, and opened my eyes to a murder drone.