The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf Wars

MvN

M's optics burrowed into the purple-eyed drone in front of him, bound to the ground and helpless to stop what was coming. Uzi's eyes met his, and M held his gaze with her for a moment. This looked like 002, but she clearly wasn't the same drone. Surely his servants-I mean teammates weren't that hopelessly stupid, right?

Oh who was he kidding? He was the only smart drone in the entire galaxy!

"Y, C, could you come over here for a second?" M asked, voice oddly quiet and soft despite his intimidating demeanor. It made Uzi shiver, that was far more unnerving than any kind of demonic voice or angry shout. Unless it came from N, that was peak terror. The two other murder drones seemed to be comfortably in his pocket, as Y skipped cheerfully towards her leader while C trudged a little slower behind her, glowing eye aimed at the ground and giving relief to Uzi's optics. C knew that when M used that tone, he was probably not happy.

Both girls stopped just before M, watching him stare at them with a small smile on his face. A few beats passed, before both drones were sent reeling backwards from the force of an impact to their cheeks, C letting out a yelp as she went.

The drone duo began to nurse their dented cheeks as best they could while M began to take them to task about their failure.

"ARE YOU TWO FUCKING DEFECTIVE!? DOES THAT LOOK LIKE 002 TO YOU!?" M shrieked, inspiring a confused look from Y, seemingly having already recovered from the slap of M. All the while, Uzi watched awkwardly, seeing the monsters conversing about the nature of her dead mothers capture. Just what the hell had she gotten herself into?

"B-but, she's wearing 002's necklace, and the purple hair and eyes!" Y tried to reason, M digging his optics into Uzi's neck, where the choker was securely wrapped around the worker drone's neck. However, this did little to decrease his anger.

"SO WHAT!? THAT STILL IS CLEARLY NOT HER!" M's voice toned down slightly, voice box aching from the constant shouting, "She's small, looks gothic, has a completely different hairstyle, has actual SHOES on, and is wearing a beanie. I don't know how you idiots couldn't have figured out the difference between them." M's words cut deep into C, and she attempted to defend herself. It wasn't even her fault that this random worker drone was up here!

"B-but sir! It was K and P! They brought her up here under the pretense of being 002!" C tried to justify, watching as M inhaled through his clenched teeth. Uzi observed that they were already sharpened, even though he wasn't even in attack mode. It seemed that this 'M' had some serious anger issues, and perhaps was yet another drone who abused his teammates, much like J.

' Great, exactly what the world needed, ' Uzi thought to herself, ' another J. '

"So what? Couldn't you have just chosen to use your initiative when you could tell it wasn't who we were looking for?" M said before letting out a long and drawn out groan, his CPU coming to a conclusion over the course of this vocalization.

"W-what now sir?" C nervously asked and M shot them both another venomous and degrading glare that made them shiver in their nonexistent boots.

"OUT OF MY SIGHTS YOU YANKEE DANKEE DOODLES!" M shouted at the top of his voice box, the two women flinching in fear for a moment before doing as asked, unfurling their wings and taking off in near perfect synchrony. A blast of wind slammed against the top of the skyscraper as M and Uzi watched their outlines disappear into the night. M turned back to the worker girl after a moment of staring, smile returning in full.

"Now, let's get down to business, shall we?"

"What business would a worker like me have with you?" Uzi blurted out before she could stop herself, M reacting by letting out a cackle, more like a witch of old than the gruff-voiced disassembly drone she had been listening to moments earlier.