Darkest Days, Brightest Nights: A Murder Drones OC Story(CANCELLED)

Chapter 6: The Flight Home

O was flying through the sky of Copper 9 with Carolynn on his shoulders.

"Hey, Carolynn?"
"Yeah?"
"Where do you live? Like, do you live in one of the bunkers?" He asked.
"Nah, I live in a cottage near the outskirts with my uncle. It's near the old campsite. Y'know, Camp 98.7?"
"Any more details?"
"Oh, it's 2 stories tall, has a garage and a field(we have a bus, by the way) and you take a left from the woods until you come to a clearing, then you'll find it!"
"Good to know!"

The flight continued, coming away from the city wreckage to the cliffs and roads.

"...Hey, Carolynn?" he asked.
"What is it?"
"Do you mind...if we considered eachother friends?"
"Sure! You're probably the 4th friend that isn't a robo-animal I've ever had..."
"Oh, really? Cool! Do you also mind if I call you Caro?"
"Not at all! Can I call you Spaghetti-Os?"
"Yeah! I haven't really had a nickname before... Aside from "idiot", "moron bot", "dumbass", et cetera..."
"Lemme guess, those were given to you by V and J?"
"Yep..."
"Knew it."
The flight continued, they were reaching the woods and the clearing the cottage was in.
"We're almost here!" Carolynn exclaimed. "My uncle's chill, you'll like him."
"Okay! Hopefully he isn't scared by me..." O mumbled.

The duo landed outside the cottage, there was a school bus with long horns on it's grill slowly circling in the field that was also the backyard(technically).
Carolynn knocked on the door, and a worker drone with green eyes, a faded blue jacket, a shaggy rusty-brown moustache and a cowboy hat opened the door.
"Heya, kiddo! Back so sooooooon..?" He saw O, and his face went from one of joy, to one of fear... "AAAAAAAGH, MURDER DRONE!!!!! WHERE'S THE SHOTGUN?? I AIN'T LETTING HIM ANYWHERE NEAR BLUEBELL!!" He yelled in fear.
"UNCLE RONATHON, CALM DOWN! WE'RE FRIENDS! WE MET EACHOTHER ON ACCIDENT, HE THOUGHT I WAS ONE OF HIS KIND AND WE BECAME FRIENDS EVEN AFTER HE REALISED I WAS A WORKER!" Carolynn tried to soothe her uncle.
"Yeah, I didn't hurt your niece, so I won't hurt you or your bus, okay?" O said, trying to calm the situation.
"OH... Oh... Oh, thank the stars... What's your name, kid?" Ronathon asked his niece's new friend.
"I'm Serial Designation O! But please, call me O!" he replied, holding his hand out for a handshake, before fliching due to how strong this 40-48 year old worker drone's grip and energy.
"Ronathon Riley! Bus rider of Outpost 3 High School, retired 9-time winning bus barrel racer AND proud uncle of Carolynn!" he replied, energetic and joyous.
"Nice to meet you too, sir... Hehe..." He chuckled, and then turned to Carolynn and whispered to her. "Is he always this energetic..?"
"Most of the time, yeah." she replied. "Anyways, come on in! We can hang out in my room while my uncle makes dinner."
"Sounds like a plan!" O replied.