Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Prologue: The Rise Of A New Era

Words: 1280

Before we begin, I would like to thank Riot64813 for all the help. This literally could not exist if not for him, so thanks to him, and I hope you all enjoy our little story.

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Elliot James, he was born on Earth, somewhere that doesn't matter. His parents had a large wealth, millionaires from some highly advanced mechanical companies. Growing up, James had quite the high intelligence, flowing through the school's classes and graduations like a stream of water with no obstructions. Having to start off any new school in the advanced classes, and in all truth, it was all almost a little too easy, damn near insulting actually. Even as his parents would pay more and more to get to higher advanced schoolings.

It's clear his mental prowess was far exceeding when compared to his more primal acquaintances. He finds his fellow species' minds weak, unusable, pathetic. Just somehow barely managing to scrape by in life through the grace of God alone it feels. Though there were few he was willing to consider an acquaintance, having some contact to this day.

See, he believes himself and others, mainly himself, as the only true intellectuals. Having to help inform others of their wrongful ways. So in order to do this, he uses his intellectual magnificents to build an empire! An unstoppable force, powered and built from purely his own mind's magnificence!

Though it was not easy, a small miscalculation on his part, though it was an easy to fix accident. Nothing too big. He had the money to build any company he could dream of, and he'd be damned if he couldn't.

Within this seemingly fruitless journey, he found the love of his life, the lovely whatever her name was. With her in his palm, he was able to build a family, garnering a daughter. And not only was she a genius from birth, but his life began going upwards since, more people finally began to recognize his potential fully! More have started working for him, more people that were something higher than some bumbling idiot like those around him growing up. Surely this was a sign it was meant to be!

It felt almost as if it all happened over night, he had it all. A family, a thriving company, a beautiful manor built in the hills, servants to work said manor, and people he could consider acquaintances, even a few “friends.”

Though apparently he would treat his servants as slaves, well at least that's what they'd say. Elliot saw it more as a grace. A saving, to allow them to work in his presence. Though he believed they deserved no such thing, he refused to do such taxaxious work himself (like putting a dish in the sink) when he could be doing much better things with his time.

And one day, he would acquire that which he needed, something new and state of art. A new brand of machinery, worker drones. Sure they were barley of any function, but all they'd need is a few modifications and changes. Within no time, he was able to fix the autonomous worker drones, now molded by his genius.

He was quick to “fire” his past employees, ecstatic to present his great white whale. Though they did come with issues, AI wasn't exactly perfected yet, but at least this one wouldn't be too vocal about his… Methods of improving their skills.

Though something odd happened one day, a knock on his manors luxurious doors, alerting one of the drones. As it's meant to, the drone approached the door, opening wide to reveal 3 people, an adult male and female, and a young boy, around 5 or so. The three drenched from the heavy rain.

“I must speak to James Elliot.” The father spoke heavily, exhausted and out of breath, the drone stood still, unmoving as text appeared on its visor, seemingly sending a message to Elliot.

Upon receiving the message, Elliot growled in annoyance, slamming down his wrench, cracks splintering through the wooden desk. He was quick to attempt and control his composure, walking to the front. “What is so important that I must be disturbed at such a-” His words got stuck in his throat upon seeing the three at his door. “Oh, I see.” He finished, fixing his coat as he stepped forward fully. “You, leave. I can handle this on my own.” Elliot would order, shooing away the drone.

It was quick to follow its orders, moving away. Turning his attention back to the three, he straightened his posture. “Well hurry up, come on in quickly. Oh but, just on the rug. Don't wanna drag in any filth.” He sneered, looking to their dirtied clothing, stepping back a bit. ‘Thank you.’ The wife breathlessly spoke, grateful she and her loved ones are out of the cold, the father closing the door behind him.

“Been a while since we've last met Charles. I take it you are not here to visit?” He spoke, tone mute and unwavering. The male nodded, a frown etched deep into his face. Charles would take a deep breath, trying to regain his composer. "Our house. It's been destroyed, our home has been taken by a storm. Please, we have nowhere else to go James." He'd explain, all while the young boy looked around amazed, entranced by the large building, his gaze landing on a young girl, around his age, peering around the corner. His eyes brightened, giving a small wave, the girl returning the gesture.

James would nod slowly, letting out a quiet cough to clear his throat. "Well, it has been a long time, and you are a close friend of mine..." Elliot started, contemplating it all. "How about this, I shall allow you, and your family, to stay here. Until your house is rebuilt, or a suitable living space can be built. And in return you are to help around when needed and required so. I'm no charity fund after all. Sound fair?"

The two adults shared a quick look, both sharing a relieved smile as Charles held out a hand. "More than enough." Elliot grimaced slightly, but took his friend's hand, given it was just only wet, not like he'd get dirty from it. "Good, I'll get one of the drones to find you some spare clothing. You can go rest for now in the sp-" He stopped himself, spotting his daughter trying to be sneaky.

"Tessa! It's the middle of the night, go back to sleep this instant missy." He'd chastise, the girl jumping as she was caught. The two guests chuckled softly at the child as she quickly rushed back to her room. Elliot would let out a tired sigh. "As I was saying, you can head to the spare rooms." "Thank you, again. I truly mean it." Charles spoke, before turning to his child. "Come on Y/n, we should get you dried and to bed too." The young boy huffed slightly in annoyance at such a strange concept as sleep, but was admittedly very tired.

As the three were escorted to the spare rooms, Y/n turned to the adult in a funny hat, waving his arm. "Thank you mister Jay." The kid would call out, a smile on his face, the owners face scrunching at the wrong name, but tried to keep his cool. The mother chuckled lightly, turning to her son. "His name is James sweetie, not Jay." She corrected, her son humming in acknowledgment.

Elliot rubbed his eyes in annoyance, turning to a nearby drone. "You! Clean this mess up already, I won't tell you again!" He barked out to the drone, quick to go back to his room as the drone began cleaning the water and mud that was tracked in. All while the grateful family got cleaned off, ready to finally rest after such an eventful day.

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