Part 2 of Cabin Fever, in which I actually type out a 0 fight.
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My tail wouldn't budge. My arms were cast aside on the ground, my visor half-broken. Why was I not healing?
?: Why do they send you down here, knowing that it's a one-way trip? Why waste materials on a dead world?
My golden eyes flickered, on the verge of self-termination.
?: They don't want us getting the information stored in those restricted files of yours, do they? Well, I might be able to help you, if you help me in turn.
I looked at the drone who had broken me to this extent.
0: Wh-t is -t th-t you w--t from m-
A purple static enveloped my senses. Nothingness...
My tail thrashed out in a panic, believing it was in freefall.
Connection. My eyes opened, one marked with a permanent 0. My lights flickering a luminous purple.
[That wasn't very nice of you.]
Wha-
[I'm in your head, silly. At least I'm still alive.]
The tail retracted. Panic, and... Amusement?
[Well, this isn't how I expected this to go. You should be fixed now.]
My limbs moved, and I flew away, not before feeling that voice laugh in my head.
[Seems like I'm stuck with you now, and you're stuck with me. So, here's the deal. You don't intentionally kill any workers, and I'll help you from the inside. I was going to secure you a place in the bunker, but that's off the table now.]
Who are you?
[Why, I'm your new best friend! The name's ████]
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The door was... sloppy. Weird flesh seemed to be clinging to it's interior. I could faintly hear the sound of a beating heart inside the once lifeless cabin. It appears I was too late. Something resembling Uzi bursts through the door, and I try to hold them down. It bites my arm off in return.
Laughter
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When was the last time you drew blood willingly?
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I fell down, hitting the ground, only to roll out of the way of another bite attack. I see my own arm get flung at me as a projectile, The left side of my visor cracking at the impact.
Pain
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The lights of the targets went out in a symphony of screams, all stitched together, kept barely alive until the moment came to impress it's leader.
J was terrified.
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My tail swung out, impaling the severed limb, and stitching it back to my body, the nanites fixing the alignment and stab wound. A haze of purple fills my screen, but is kept at bay.
The tip of my tail changed it's shape, a thin, razor sharp blade appearing at it's end. I lunged at the thing that dared strike at me.
A masterpiece made from severed limbs.
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Designation 0 | Oh no another Murder Drones Fanfic HERE WE GO!
FanfictionHi, This is the first story I'll be working on, so apologies in advance if it doesn't get updated for a while. All rights to the setting and characters (except Designation 0, I made him with inspiration from this work) go to Liam Vickers + GLITCH P...
