The buildings stood tall over the wasteland below, both light and wind alike passing through their many blown open windows and holes. It made for quite the loud night, a screeching like a lost soul emanating through the fallen city. Once, it was bustling, filled with life, people going about their daily routines without a care in the world.
Now, it was nothing. Quiet, like a waiting coffin for a body.
Well, except for the machine stomping along the ground far below the reaching towers, a thin black trail staining the carefully crafted white blanket of snow that now permanently embraced the surface in its embrace.
The worker drones eyes were hollowed out, desperately darting around their black glass cage in search of his attacker. His breaths were rapid, panicked, trying to give himself enough oxygen to energize his body despite not even needing to do so. The drone didn't know where he was going, he had just taken off in a random direction when that thing had jumped him. He knew about the murder drones, the three demons who had descended from the sky to rain judgment upon his kind, but he thought that one emo kid had domesticated them or something!
He let out a low grunt of pain as he readjusted his grip on his arm, his hand managing to block only a small part of the bleeding the long slash along his arm's length was causing. Only the tips of the monster's claws had struck him, and yet that was enough to tear into his metal like butter.
By now, his best bet was to get to the colony. Hopefully he would be let in before the creature caught up to him. He couldn't hear it behind him, but knowing murder drones, the sadistic monster was almost certainly giving chase, flying high above with a toothy grin plastered on its face.
Only a few more hundred feet, and he would be at the colony doors, safety! Salvation! His ticket to a safe escape from the beast that now threw its back to his devouring-
SLAM!
The worker drone was knocked off his feet, sent flying through the air by something crashing into the ground directly in front of him with the force of a meteorite. Flecks of snow clouded the air as he landed a few meters back, droplets of white striking his face as his optics welded shut. He began to pray to himself, silently. Maybe it would spare him, take pity on his soul and, perhaps, let him go?
His faith was terribly misplaced.
Metal fingers wrapped around his neck, the worker drone letting out a gasp of restrained pain as he felt claws digging through the metal of his neck, pressing into wires and beginning to sever important electrical connections. He heard the monster let out a chuckle, high pitched and feminine in nature. It was enjoying this.
Without thinking, he opened his eyes to gaze into those of his attacker, only for his optic sensors to be nearly overloaded by the single, piercing yellow light that was projected from the thing's head. Through the intruding illumination, he could tell that its hair was long, stretching down past its shoulders. Apart from that, a standard black short-sleeve crop coat and long skirt appeared to be the monster's attire.
Then, with a slow creaking noise, he was forced to watch as the murder drone began to open up its jaws, a row of pearly white teeth glinting in the moonlight above. He could quite stop the scream that began to emerge from his throat, born out of the pure knowledge that this was his final destination. He was going to die here, at the jaws of this thing.
His vocalization of pain of horror was then cut off in a single flash, the light on the disassembly drone's head brightening in a sudden and quick fashion, basking the screaming worker drone in its glow. Upon it passing over him, the worker's joints and limbs ceased up, effectively paralyzing the robot in one horrified position, helpless to even try and stop his own murder.
By the time a few seconds had passed and control returned to his limbs, the murder drone had already swiped his head off.
The worker drones headless body was dropped to the ground with a thud, its murderer basking its mouth in the delicious fluids that dumped out of the hole on the bottom of the dead workers head. A good meal was always of value on this planet, and with resources dropping down in her old territory, she and her squad had to relocate in order to survive. Oil trickled down her throat and heated up her systems, her single eye shining brightly as her body received a boost of energy.
A gentle whirring began to fill the air as a small piece of paper began to emerge from the top of the drone's head, as if it was a picture emerging from a printer, or a polaroid camera producing a photo. It continued to rise for a few more seconds before halting, a white metal hand gripping onto the paper and tearing it out from the slot. The contents of the picture were dark, but the yellow eye of the drone easily brightened it up.
It was the worker drone, optics hollowed out into white rings of fear as he screamed, looking into her eye. Into the camera lens.
She studied the photo for a moment before letting out a low snicker, this was one of the best yet. A keeper for sure. She carefully opened up a small messenger bag that she carried with her, taking care to slip the phot-No, trophy inside. Just briefly, you could catch a glimpse of hundreds of other photos, all portraying other worker drones, each contorted into expressions of terror and fear. She zipped the bag up quickly so as to make sure that none of the pictures came to any harm.
"Another brilliant addition," she said to herself, "Welp, might as well get back to the others. I don't want to keep him waiting longer than I need to."
She turned her head to the planet above, still shining its beautiful light over Copper-9, unknowningly illuminating the massacres that occurred on an almost daily basis. With two simultaneous mechanical clicks, her wings merged from her back, metal feathers twitching slightly as they seemed to relish in the freedom of the open air.
With a single beat of her wings, the murder drone took off, dispensing a blast of cold air over the area as she vanished into the night as if she never even existed at all. This would be a feast, workers were so common now unlike their previous assigned territory, her team would live for years on the supply of sentient toasters here!
Little did she know, but she and the rest of the members of her squad were interlopers, treading where they shouldn't tread. Soon enough, they will catch his attention, and he doesn't like people threatening him and his friends. Especially the one who shines purple in the night.
Robo-god help them if they lay a finger on her,
Because he may very well turn his back on them upon triggering the fury of the wholesome killer boy.
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The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf Wars
AçãoFollowing his victory over J, N has had a peaceful few weeks for him and his two girlboss teammates to relax and formulate a plan to stop the Solver and its spread. But, as worker drones begin to mysteriously drop dead across the city, the trio unve...
