Gay robots and uh ya (Oilrose?!?!?!?)

''Where are you, J?''

Once upon a time in an exoplanet deemed "Copper-9", there lived a certain Disassembly Drone named Serial Designation J. Like all Disassembly Drones, she was full of murderous intent and bloodlust, but unlike most, she was plagued by arrogance. Despite her determination to keep up with the ongoing mission of murder, she struggled with her pen kink began to spiral out of control, until one day she was sent to the psych ward for evaluation.

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT" J had shouted. She knew this day would come, but why now? She had always been doing horrible things, yet this time she got in trouble for one of the least concerning ones. A pen kink. This was a horrible day for J. She had missed her pens dearly. She had even began missing N, her co-worker.

..No, no she didn't. She still hated him. She almost threw up at the thought of missing him of all people to choose from. She had missed V, that's who she really missed. She had missed her pen collection, the murder, the action.

...

I'm sorry, she misses V? V!?

V was unaware of this fact. As of this moment, V was simply sitting around. No workers to prod or kill, and fully bored. V had wondered where J had went after a while. V knew J had a few.. Problems, concerning pens within a certain brand, but she knew if J had ever been caught kissing a pen, they'd surely send her to a psych ward.

V began to worry. This was her girlfr- I mean, friend! In possible danger, no less. 

V had suddenly gotten up from her seated position, and ran off towards the nearest psych ward. V knew they didn't allow visitors, but if V wanted to see her "Friend" again anytime soon, she'd have to be sneaky..