Disclaimer: None of the artwork in this story is mine, all credits go to the creators of Murder drones, and any artist's art I so happen to use in this story.
While the screen continues to stay black, we can hear the pitter patter of rain drops slowly increase in volume. After a few seconds of rain, we can hear a man speaking "We've got to curb her trips to the dump." The black screen immediately lights the area, showing a younger? N as a worker drone in a tight fit black butler's outfit, standing in a hallway of what looks to be a mansion, the man in front of him, a human by the name of James, and a punch of black blurred out figures behind him, other humans.
James: "And where's she getting the hair to play dress up with them?" James proceeds to twirl his glass in his hand before tossing it towards N, who catches the glass on top and twirls around, before running off, the stacked glasses somehow managing to not fall over.
We can see N walking through the mansion, walking passed a large window, before he walks passed it fully, he looks out the window right as a bolt of lightning flashes by. The scene changing to show N and the humans are inside a large 3 story mansion. When the scene changes back to N, we find him turning a corner in a hallway. Bumping into a female worker drone in a maid outfit, falling over and breaking the glasses he was carrying. We get a better look at the maid drone, and find out it's V.
A/N: I'm not the only one who thinks maid V is cute. Am I?
N: "Oh, ah, I'm sorry-"
V: "It's okay, I wasn't looking."
V and N reach for one of the non-broken glasses, almost touching their hands together. V, in realization, looks up and blushes in embarrassment at the close proximity before N looks up and does the same. Before N can say anything, however, we can see a foot hit him in the face knocking him over to the carpeted floor. The camera shows N's attacker, to be J as a worker drone, wearing a maid outfit.
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Male reader x Murder Drones
FanfictionDisclaimer: None of the artwork used in this story is mine.