Lost and Found: Murder Drones Fanfiction

Lost and Found: Chapter 10

A/N: At 1.1k+ readers at the time I'm writing this! Next goal is 1.5k+! Anyways, I was going to tell you about my F R U S T R A T I O N about my Webnovel version of this book. I had been logged out of my account and could not log back in, it was extremely stupid. I created a new account and wrote down the information word for word. Got logged out again a couple of days ago. I used the same exact info but COULD NOT LOG IN. WEBNOVEL YOU NEED TO FIX THIS ISSUE BEFORE I QUIT WRITING ON YOUR GODDAMN WEBSITE!!

Thank you for letting me vent out my frustration.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: N was the 20k word, so give N a little celebration! (checked using gdocs)

ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTICE: I will start planning production on a new book soon, non-murder drones related, sadly. Here's a hint: UNGOC. That's it, and have a good day, or night.

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N lands in the ruins with a quiet thud. The rubble has covered pretty much anything, and only a few walls remain. Whatever little pain used to be on the walls has mostly chipped away, making it all but more spookier.

There are holes in whatever tiny scraps of ceiling are left. The sun is still below the horizon, which was expected, and would give us more time before N had to go back to the spire with me.

"I don't like this place," N shuddered.

"My thoughts exactly, sir," I start wandering around. I take a flashlight out of my backpack, and it slowly flickers on. I look around with my flashlight, and see what looks to be some shoddy room, a lone room.

"What's that?" N asks me, which in answer, I shrug. We walk towards the room, where we can see that there is a heavy steel door, but it's opened. Rather, it's ripped off.

There is a faded sign, which reads, SCP-059. According to the sign, it's 'Keter Class'.

"Do you want to go inside?" I ask N.

"Yeah, sure," he replies, and then continues, "You have the honors to go first."

I groan and I walk into the room. Instantly, I feel nauseous just by being in the presence of it. Blue crystals adorned the walls and what's left of the ceiling. Every square inch, even the floor, is covered in 'SCP-059'.

After closer inspection, they look to be a cross with blue crystals and a fungus. We turn a corner in the room and see more of the stuff.

"Ivan? I don't feel so good about this," N worries, and he points toward a corner of the room. It takes a while, but I realize what he's talking about.

Slumped in the corner are about a dozen WDs, with crystallic growths on their bodies. Their limbs and bodies seem to be held together with these crystals alone.

One of them has a large hold in their faceplate, with crystals growing out of it. I step away from the walls, and towards the center of the room, which seems to reduce nausea. Some WDs have limbs made of crystal, and some of them look like they've been cut in half and then superglued with crystal.

"N! They're turning on!" I alerted N, who was studying the ceiling. I could see a faint blue glow from each one of their faceplates.

An arm moves, and then another. They get up, their eyes glowing with fierce intensity. All of their movements are coordinated, as if they were all controlled by a single entity. They have weird crystal knives, each of them have two.

One lunges for N, but he jumps out of the way and it misses. N switches out his hands for SMGs and fires at its face. The head recoils back and twits as it falls to the ground. At first, this seemed to have killed it, but then it just gets back up and twists its head back on to its own torso.