A/N: I changed this a bit since Og I used Az for NB but I changed that. Sorry anything was copy twice. I had wrote this on a doc and it copyed a few paragraphs twice.
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Your POV:
Perched atop one of the towering buildings, you gaze pensively at the sky, the vast expanse above mirroring the tumultuous thoughts swirling within you. The wind whispers secrets of distant realms, carrying echoes of forgotten memories and unspoken desires.
A familiar voice shatters the tranquility, calling out your nickname with an urgency that pierces through the veil of your contemplation. Turning your gaze downward, you spot N and V standing below, accompanied by a Worker Drone. Their presence rouses a mixture of curiosity and wariness within you.
"Perhaps they've brought me a live one so I can relish its screams," you mutter to yourself, the words dripping with a macabre humor that only you can appreciate. Rising to your feet, you allow your tail to coil around your leg, a silent reminder of your true nature.
While your wings flutter eagerly upon release. Stepping off the edge, you descend gracefully to the ground, the rush of wind against your wings a familiar embrace. Landing lightly, you survey your companions with a mix of amusement and anticipation.
"Have you two brought me a snack?" you inquire, your voice tinged with playful menace. "And where, pray tell, is our dear boss, J?" you add, the absence of your leader not lost on you. "Actually, this is Uzi, and no, she's not your snack," N interjects, his tone betraying a hint of apprehension.
Disappointed yet intrigued, you suppress a sigh and turn your attention to the enigmatic figure before yourself. "Well, that's a bummer. My appetite's already whetted," you remark casually, masking the flicker of curiosity that dances behind your eyes.
V's suggestion to drink from the old ones elicits a scoff from your throat, accompanied by a dismissive wave of your hand. "No way! Do you have any idea how long that oil's been sitting?" you retort, crossing your arms in mock indignation. Despite the levity of your exchange.
A subtle tension lingers in the air, a silent reminder of the shadows that lurk beneath the surface. Before the mood could sour any further, N seizes the opportunity to introduce Uzi formally, prompting you to clarify your stance on titles. "Only Disassembly Drones can call me NB," you declare.
Your voice laced with a hint of authority. "Now, where's J?" you press, your curiosity piqued by her conspicuous absence. V's revelation about J's demise sends a ripple of surprise through you, momentarily disrupting the facade of indifference you had carefully crafted.
"Damn. Lucky," you murmur, your wings retracting reflexively as if recoiling from the gravity of the revelation. As N and V exchanged glances, a mischievous thought sparks within you, igniting a playful grin that dances across your lips. "You guys should spend some time together!" N suggests.
His enthusiasm infectious yet tinged with uncertainty. Before V can voice her reservations, you intervene with a playful gesture, your cannon lightly tapping against her face in a silent gesture of camaraderie. "I think I can get used to her," you declare.
Your tone light-hearted yet tinged with a hint of mischief. N and V exchange puzzled glances, their confusion palpable as they struggle to decipher your cryptic remarks. "I mean, why not? She seems chill," you continue, your words accompanied by a playful shrug.
YOU ARE READING
【Murder Drones: Oneshots】
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