Murder Drones bf/gf scenarios

Backstory (1)

Okay, this is random

But I was trying to figure out lore for Rui-Jane,.right-

Then I wanted to insert y/n in there for some reason- then I realized I just wanted to write a past where Rui-Jane and Y/n had connections idk its lwk random but idk what to do with this

Mainly revolves around Y/n and Rui-Jane, suppose you could say they knew eachother in their pasts

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"Hello, Y/n."

Just stepping out the door, the teen was immediately greeted by a familiar, robotic face. Yellow eyes, the only pair around here in the historical looking manor. Cyn.

Y/n smiles down at the maid drone while pulling their bedroom door the rest of the way shut, hearing it click behind them. Their hand fell to their side, brushing agaisnt the fabric of their fancy clothing. It was the night of the ball, the Elliots asked of them to dress appropriately for it. Just earlier N brought the clothes for them and now they were dressed. It was still early but it never hurts to get ready ahead of tims.

"Hey, Cyn. You need something? I was just about to go to see-" they asked, hand motioning down the dimly lit halls.

"No, I personally don't require any assistance. But Ru was asking for your help with her dress." Hearing that caused a frown to fall apon the e/c eyed humans lips, confusion causing their face to slightly schrunch up. "A dress? Is she trying to go to the ball or something?"

Cyn tilted her head to the right, her white synthetic hair swaying, bangs hang over her allumantive eyes slightly. "Yes. She is insisting to do so despite her sickness, and wants your help dressing." A metallic hand pointed limply to the door across the one Y/n exited from, their eyes looking in the pointed direction before sighing.

"She's too sick for this. I can hear her coughing now.."

"That may be, but with the rate things are going, do you really want to deny her this?" Cyn asked, her head coming upright normally. She scratched her wrist, causing little scratching sounds of metal agaisnt metal.

Y/n was silent, looking down at the yellow eyed drone then back up to the knob of that same door they could hear muffled coughs behind. "All right," they gave in, "I'll go help her put a dress on."

"Good," Cyn smiled, Y/n's lips pressing together as they recognized some emptiness behind it, "There's one already laid out for her on the bed. I must go continue my duties, now." With that, the worker drone departed, walking in the direction down the hall towards that bar she liked to linger around.

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With a sigh they stepped towards the door, hand wrapping around the golden know and twisting. As soon as they entered, tired, soft orange eyes landed on them. Resting in the bed was Rui-Jane, pale with her mystery sickness. She managed a determined smile, "Hey, you're here now. Cyn said you'd help me?"

As she asked, she sat up with a wince. Did she look paler, or was it just their eyes? Y/n wondered, seeing the girls brown skin concerningly paler than before. They sighed, walking to the bed. At the foot, was a lengthy navy blue dress.

"Yeah, I'll help you." Their words received a happy gasp to which they raised a hand with accusatory pointing finger, "If you promise to take it easy. You don't want to get worse- then nagged at by Mrs. Elliot for 'knowing better', do you?" Hand lowered, they grabbed ahold of the navy blue dress, feeling the texture of the fabric led them to believe it was made of satin.

Rui-Jane shook her head vigorously before mumbling and grabbing her head. Her eyes shut, huffing irritably about getting dizzy. She shuffled carefully on the bed after throwing the blankets off, planting her feet on the carpeted floor below. Watching carefully for any wavering steps or light headed sways of the body, Y/n caught neither.