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

Chapter 1: You're My Friend Now!

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The night sky had begun to wash away, colors melting away as a new morning rose from the horizon. Wonderous hues of orange and red crept upwards, melting and intertwining with the falling night sky, giving it a lustrous purple design for those to dawn at a while more, enjoying the remnants of its beauty.

With a fogged, unaware mind, the young boy stirred in his sleep, sitting up with a loud yawn, stretching out his limbs with a small grunt. Letting his arms drop to the side he glanced around the room, having to rub away the residual exhaustion that blurred his vision, stinging ever so slightly from the sun's glorious rays seeping in from the opened window, the burn leaving trouble in trying to clear his vision. Once his eyes had mostly adjusted, he looked down to his sides, spotting his loving parents, sleeping soundly in the comfort of one another.

His mother quietly snored, mouth slightly open with drool pooling out the corner of her lip, forming into a small stain onto her husband's shirt, who was never aware, holding his wife in one arm, and his other laid out limply, were he was holding Y/n previously before the boy rose awake. Both lay peacefully in their own dreams while their child sat there bored, mindlessly examining his environment, praying for a single thing to bring interest to this dull room. There were no posters, shelves filled with awsome figures or building sets, not even a paint color! It was all beige with a wooden floor! That's so lame. He needed something to do now, he was going to die of boredom if this kept going. He thought about waking his parents to let him outside or play games, but he held back. He couldn't wake his parents up, that'd be rude! They're old and need sleep; after all, they could die if they don't get sleep. 

Being a fossile must suck. 

In an effort to keep his parents okay, he tried to keep himself content within his own mind, playing multiple scenarios inside his little mind, and for a good few minutes, it worked, jumping from scene to scene like a pinball. But it was then a new issue arose. 

He was hungry. 

Y/n felt conflicted; he could try and sneak out and explore to find something to eat, which in turn could help the boredom, but he didn't know where the kitchen was. And he was always told never to go off in mysterious areas, and it couldn't get more mysterious than this. He was stuck on the bed, thinking of what to do. After such a long time of contemplating his choices, barely a minute, he had made up his mind. Slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, tiny legs dangling off, having trouble reaching the floor, but with a bit of effort, he managed to safely plop his feet onto the ground, now ready to begin his quest, throwing his arms up in victory. 

The boy slowly and silently crept along the wooden floor, carefully treading towards the door. Making sure to watch where he steps, slipping out the door, gulping in horror as he saw the long halls, which seemed to branch off into more halls. The boy, with a nervous frown, began walking around the halls, taking note of how each room looked and what they contained after peeking inside, memorizing a path so he could get back to the room, which he would quickly forget. And with each door he'd get too would fiddle the doorknob, trying to get a peek inside, most unfortunately being locked, only 5 so far being open. Sadly none were a kitchen. 

But one door was different, it held a bedroom, a few toys, and dolls littered onto the floor. Immediately realizing this was still no kitchen, he was about to close the door when a voice spoke up. "Hello?" A young girl's voice spoke, having heard her door creek open, leaning off her chair to look around the corner at her door. Upon spotting the boy her eyes widened, smile growing. "Oh, it's you!" She happily exclaimed, moving forward so the chair wasn't half on the ground anymore, quick to make her way to the door, holding her hand out. "I'm Tessa, it's nice meeting you! We don't get many visitors." She spoke, an accent more apparent than he'd heard her speak before, getting a more clearer read on it, the two recognizing each other from yesterday's little meeting.