Murder Drones: Dismantled Brethren

Damn, that got dark

As N and S step back into the mansion, rain pouring outside J and Tessa follow as well. "I'm gonna go check on T, see you guys later."

 N waves while J has her arms crossed looking sternly at S as he ascends the stairs. When he arrives at the tiny bedroom where he and T sleep, he opens the door. 

"Hey V, Hey T We're ba-" His cheerful expression changes to one of pure terror. There before him lies T completely mutilated. His visor is dented with visible cracks along it and his leg missing. He rushes to his side, shaking him trying to wake him up. 

"T! T! GET UP! WAKE UP DUDE! WAKE UP!" T glitches on, barely able to speak. ".....ow....it hurts..." S is distraught and completely in panic. 

"Stay right there...Where's V?" He points a broken finger toward the closet. S opens it to see V asleep, a dent on her head. "V! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS?" V while still unconscious mutters something. 

"Frumptlebucket...." S's expression turns to one of pure anger. He gets up storming out of the room. 

"Hey S.." He pushes Tessa out of the way walking towards the guest bedroom. "S what are you doing? S!?" He opens the door startling the three children inside. They realize it's S and immediately begin taunting him.

 "Notice our handiwork, huh freak?" S turns around, locking the door behind him and turning to face them. He walks straight up to the biggest one looking them straight in the eye. 

"You can't hurt us, retard...or else you'll be sent to the dump." S's fist clenches taking deep breaths. He hears slamming on the door. 

"S!" It was N 

"S! DON'T DO THIS CALM DOWN!" He turns to the door and back towards the children. He takes a deep breath. "

I'll never forget this." He turns around preparing to leave. 

"Your brother will, we slammed his head so far in he probably forgot his own na-" 

S turns around hitting the kid in the face. 

They fall back screaming as their nose begins bleeding. "S! STOP PLEASE!" He turns to another kid jumping on them, choking them slowly. 

"G-GET O-" They barely get to say anything before something snaps. The other kid watching in horror as this unfolds takes a chair hitting S with it. He falls back trying to get up only for the child to kick him 

"YOUR DEAD, FREAK! DEAD!" S slowly crawls towards the closet only for the kid to pick him up and throw him in there. He walks towards the closet until a loud noise comes out of the closet. A bullet flies through the closet into the kid's chest. S comes out holding an old flintlock that's on display all around the mansion. The kids must've stolen it. The kid watches S terrified until they fall, dying from the wounds. The other kid gets up lunging at S and they both break through the door. Everyone stands to the side as S and the kid fight each other. Eventually they both tumble off the side of the balcony falling onto the ground below. S lies there dazed looking to his left to see the other kid bleeding out, having his back snapped in half slowly dying. 

"MY CHILDREN!" Lord Frumptlebucket goes to the dead kid's side crying his face off." S slowly gets up only to look up to see James and Louisa Elliot looking down at him more angry in their entire life. 

"Oh dear," James said. "You're in deep deep DEEP shit now."