(Title Change Soon) Vendetta

Chapter 3- The Murderer

Somehow, Jayde had snuck a Disassembly Drone into her room. Stranger yet, everyone was still in hiding. Well, it wasn't really that strange, it was reasonable enough.

"Do you things even know how to talk?" Jayde asked while stashing away her weapons. The Disassembler nodded, continuing to look around in awe. "Can you?"

This time they shook their head sadly. To Jayde this was baffling. First she finds out that those things can speak, but for some reason this one can't?

Jayde huffed and closed the compartment that her weapons were in. "What's your name? I can't just keep referring to you as 'The Murderer' or whatever." She paused for a moment. "If you even have one, that is."

They perked up at the first question, but their enthusiasm faded at Jayde's comment. [Serial Designation S].

"One letter names, huh. Whoever chose to name you like that obviously has bad taste," Jayde replied with an eye roll.

S didn't reply for a moment. [What]

"It's just, we normally have, well, more than one letter long names," Jayde told S with a shrug.

[What's yours?] S asked with a small smile, sitting down on Jayde's bed before looking around again.

Jayde was quite hesitant. S was a murderer. A villian. The bad guy... Right? "Jayde," she answered. She was unsure if she should approach the Disassembler or not. Well, S did make a promise... She probably wouldn't kill Jayde, otherwise she would have done it already. Jayde went to sit near the Disassembler, keeping some distance between them.

S touched Jayde's shoulder lightly, making the Worker flinch. It was an uncontrollable reflex, and an annoying one as well. An awkward silence filled the space as Jayde stared at a wall. She noticed S was looking at her curiously, so she looked over at the Disassembler.

[What happened?] S asked, tilting her head slightly and gently brushing her fingers over the fabric that covered Jayde's eye. She clasped both hands over it, jumping back a bit.

"Nothing," she hissed in response, looking away.

More silence.

S put a hand on Jayde's shoulder, pulling the Worker a bit closer. She winced slightly at the contact, but this time the Disassembler didn't pull back. Jayde moved away once again with hollow eyes, staring at S in fear.

[Friend] S referred to Jayde again.

"I have a name," she muttered just loud enough for the Disassembler to hear.

S thought for a moment before rephrasing it. [Jayde], she displayed on her visor. [You look sad]

Jayde shook her head. "I'm perfectly fine."

Talking to S sometimes felt like she wasn't talking to anyone. When she anticipated a verbal response, she was met with a few words on her visor.

Jayde looked down at the ground. "Maybe I-" She was cut off as S wrapped her arms around her, catching Jayde off guard. She tried to wriggle her way out of S's grasp, but she was being held too tightly. The Disassembler gently pat her on the head, as if trying to be comforting. As much as Jayde wanted to yell at herself and tell herself that it was a murderous beast, she couldn't help but find it surprisingly comforting. She began to wonder if something was wrong with her programing, though that was fairly unlikely.

Jayde had forgotten how nice a hug felt. It had been so long.

Her mother never hugged her, but that was normal. She had Jayde's little brother to take care of, which mattered more.