Murder drones Oneshot/suggestions

Payday Human OC/J

Noah POV

I finally got out of the lab, I had been there for almost a week just aimlessly wandering. Waking up in a test tube isn't the most fun especially when there's no-one around and you're inside of an abandoned laboratory the size of a motherfucking mountain.

I took a breath of fresh air, man I'm getting real sick of the smell of bleach. I was really hoping that would be unique to this lab but apparently not.

I looked around seeing a snowy and Icy wasteland covered in crumbling buildings and... skeletons. That would take some getting used to. Not that I'm not used to corpses but the skeletons were everyone. I doubt even jacket has this many kills.

"What the hell did this?" I asked out loud cringing and the hoarseness of my own voice.

I heard the noise of metal scraping against itself and out of habit I ducked towards the ground and reached for the empty space where my stryk was normally holstered.

"What in the name of company retreats is a human doing here?" Noah looked up to see a robot that was wearing a skintight leather dress and had wings the size of Cloakers.

"Hello? Divestiture I'm talking to you." The robot looked down at me, seeming disappointed and expectant.

"Mommy- nope not happening." I stopped analyzing her. I got up watching her making sure she didn't attack me. The skeleton covered landscape had me a bit skeptical but her confusion over me being a human. (And not attacking immediately) made me just confident enough to not attack her, not that I'd win that fight. I wasn't exactly the greatest at CQC and if this was a murder robot designed to kill humans I'm pretty sure it wouldn't matter how good at CQC I was.

I walked a little farther and saw her place her hands on her hips, probably annoyed that I didn't answer her question. "Give me a moment..." I looked back over to her trying to see any defining features."mo- murder robot." Fuck that was almost sk unbelievably embarrassing.

I pulled out my phone, waiting a second for it to load up. I was a bit patient, at least it was faster than those damn pagers. The screen flashed purple before lighting up, 13% well at least it was on, I quickly checked to see if I could get a connection. Half a bar? That was possible whatever. I pulled up crime.net and had a second to wait for it to load.

I turned to see that the robot had moved a bit closer and was trying to eye my phone. "What are you if you don't mind me asking?" I really wasn't expecting an answer but I was really just stalling for time. Reminds me of waiting for drills, but back then I was surrounded by close friends, at least the mountains of corpses were still here.

"Im a drone designed and manufactured by Jcjenson, to rid this planet of the corrupt and revolting worker drones." It finally talked enough for me to pin a gender with some confidence. She was a murder robot simply not a human murdering robot. She continued talking about her parent company but Crime.net had loaded and I was feeling kinda naked without a pistol.

I swiftly ordered a stryk, it didn't have any attachments but it would have to do. I added a phone charge pack and considered a jacket before I remembered that I was surrounded by corpses and some were wearing clothing. I ended my cart with a waist holster, a light vest and a shitty and cheap mask. Kinda reminded me of Wolf's mask but anything bulletproof would help.

I checked out the cart and put my phone away. I turned to see the 'Drone' had stopped talking, probably realized I wasn't listening. "How long are you planning on standing there watching me?" I asked, really not sure if this thing was gonna suddenly attack me but I might as well make a little small talk, I'm gonna be here a while.

"W-what I... I'm just making sure you don't try to impede my work." She was not a good liar. I gave her a quick nod now, a bit more worried about her intentions. But what kind if murder robot gave their victims time, or an explanation of their robotics.

"What's your name?" I asked hoping the helicopter would get here soon and I could run away. "I'm Serial Designation J, and you should remember it human," she seemed a bit sassy. I realized she probably told me her name in her speech but I tuned her out almost immediately.

"Soo, J... you said it was your job to kill the worker drones?" I asked really hoping the helicopter was coming, I probably should have checked the wait time before ordering, oh well too late now.

"Correct." She seemed irritated. She probably had to go do her job soon so I should only have to stall until then.

"What exactly... is a worker drone?" I asked hoping to get an answer that wouldn't sentence me to death.

"They are fully autonomous robots produced by jcjenson. The-" I could tell she was about to go on another rant so I stopped her.

"Where exactly are we? This doesn't exactly look like LA." I said hoping I'd get an answer along the lines of, cause it's Indiana, but honestly I had no idea.

"Copper 9." She said, looking at me suspiciously. Copper 9?

"What's that?" I asked starting to get a little worried.

"It's a mining planet. How did you get here if you didn't even know that?" It rang through my head for a little mining PLANET, as in not even earth. The cogs in my head started to spin, the bleach smelling air, freezing temperatures and now that I was looking at it rings made a bit more sense.

I was sweating bullets how the fuck did I wake up in an abandoned Lab underground on... another... planet. I got up and kicked a piece of rubble. My hands felt jittery. "Fuck, I need a drink." I said to myself really checking my phone, I added a bottle of whiskey to my cart, normally I'd be more snobby and get something specific but I felt like drinking enough to make Duke look like a catholic.

I turned back to check on the drone but she... wasn't there. I looked around a bit before realizing she probably had some work to do and left.

I heard the sound of helicopter blades spinning and I looked up just soon enough to jump out of the way to not get crushed by the duffle bag full of stuff. I scraped my knee a bit but I felt like shooting something. I scavenged through the bag a bit, eventually my hand wrapped around the familiar handle. It felt a little wrong with it not being tailored for me, but that was fine.

I grabbed the extended mag in the bag and placed it in. I got into position and saw a skull sitting atop some rubble about 90 meters away. It only took one shot for the skull to be kicked away. I still felt a little jittery but the familiar feeling of a gun in my hands made me a little better.

It would probably still take a while for the whiskey to get her so I grabbed the duffle bag and looked around. I saw a little bank nearby so I decided to hop inside. I threw the bag behind the counter before placing the gun on the ground. I'm sure a quick nap would help me feel better.

I curled up intj a ball and leaned against the wall, I could feel my scraped leg, it burned with pain. I could deal with it but fuck I hate thinking. I grabbed the duffle bag and placed it on the ground making a sort of uncomfortable pillow. I laid my head on it and I could feel the cold tile under me. I closed my eyes and just laid there a little.