Hawk's Murderous Intentions: The Prequel to Uzi's Murderous Obsessions

Part 5: The Career

H followed Tessa around the manor. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she went somewhere. H just followed behind due to her orders.

"Mom, dad, I have a new opportunity," Tessa explained.

"Oh? What could that be?" Louisa asked.

"Well, you know how you hate the drones? And think that they're a big distraction?"

"Yeah? What about it?" James asked, "Are you saying this one could get money for us?" Tessa nodded. "Well. I'll be darned." H looked sad. They hid behind Tessa.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Alright. We'll do that," Louise explained, "On one condition." Tessa tilted her head. "We gotta split it fifty fifty. Fifty us, and fifty you."

"Okay," Tessa perked up. She bounced up and down without jumping, and then hugged H. "You'll be a star, H. I know you will." H looked around, and saw an eagle statue. He looked around in thought, while still hugging Tessa.

"One more thing. He'll still be a server drone until he's needed. We'll get the schedule for him as soon as we can. And it can be negotiable," James explained. Tessa nodded. H also nodded. "Hey! I never asked for your input, robot." H looked away, embarrassed. Tessa scowled.

"James. Don't be so mean," Louise exclaimed, smacking his hat off. H involuntarily grabbed it and put it on. He felt good in it. He took it back off, looking at the purple band on it.

"Well, I never liked that hat anyway," James scoffed, turning away with his arms crossed. H lit up a little. He put the hat back on delicately. He started walking more elegantly, and with purpose. James looked over at H, seeing how he acted so well with the hat. "But that. That right there puts a smile on my face." H walked up to one of the server drones.

"Hey, you got that order correct?" The drone he talked to froze in fear, putting the tray at eye level. H examined it. He nodded, and put a shoulder on the drone. "You did a good job." James' eyes lit up, realizing what he could do now.

"Louise, I have an idea. What about we make him our examiner? While he acted? Instead of him serving, it'll make sure that they get the order correct, and then things'll be booming with business," James monologued. Louise nodded.

"Alright. But we still need that schedule," Louise said. Tessa showed a happy expression.

"Why don't I get the schedule, and I'll talk with H about it?" Tessa asked.

"Sure. You have the best relation with those robots." Tessa bounced up and down from the info.

"Okay! Thanks mom! Thanks dad!" Tessa rushed off to find H. Louise and James chuckled a little.

"Wow, I can't believe we're actually doing this. Can you believe that, James?"

"Well, we want our daughter to be happy, don't we?" Louise shrugged, as if to show that he's right. James held onto Louise's hand. Louise held his hand back. They both sat on the couch, looking at the fireplace. Louise leaned her head onto James' shoulder. James put his arm behind Louise's neck. They both comforted each other till they both fell asleep.

Tessa rushed to the library, to see N. She hoped that he knew where he went. When she got there, V and N were sitting together, reading a book together. With V leaning on N's shoulder.

"Hey, Sorry to interrupt, but do you know where H is? I kind of need them at the moment," Tessa asked with a rushed voice. 

"Uh, they should have gone past here. Because I didn't see them pass through here. At all. But I did hear them saying something. I didn't know what it was though. Sorry, Tessa," N explained. 

"Thank you, N. And be safe." Tessa ran away to find him. 

"Hey, can we do this more often, N?" V asked.

"Anytime you need to talk with me, then you can, V." V hugged N. N stayed still for a bit out of pure shock, but then hugged V back. 

H was standing in the middle of a giant empty ballroom, swapping costumes, and acting multiple times over. They would make narratives that had capabilities to entertain younger audiences, and older audiences. J was walking by, just trying to find Tessa. She stopped in front of the entrance to the ballroom. She saw H acting and making narratives. she scoffed, and found a small bag of cherry tomatoes. She found a piece of paper and wrote a note on it, folding it and taping it onto the tag of the bag of cherry tomatoes. She threw the bag at high velocity, getting it into the middle of the room. The bag made a loud thunk when it hit the ground. It echoed through the ballroom, catching H's attention. They walked up to the bag, and put it on the nearby table, changing into his regular outfit. He read the note. The note read, "Hey, I kind of like you, even if you are a bit of a loser. -J P.S. - I might wanna dance with you. Though, you might be stupid enough to mess it up." H's eyes hollowed out, and he started blushing.

"Wow," H said, "Who would have thought that someone so mean-spirited could like a drone like me." There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Tessa rushed over to H with a piece of paper. She set it in their hands, only to then hug H.

"We did it, H," Tessa exclaimed, "We got you to do acting. And I got you to be the one watching over the orders the drones send out."

"Wait, really?" Tessa nodded to H's question. "Huh. This doesn't feel right. For some reason, I feel of no true purpose, aside from being a puppet. Both figuratively, and literally." H hung his head.

"Oh, H. Don't think like that. This is something I know you like. I know you haven't had an audience aside from me and N, but we can rehearse. You know that, right?" H sighed, and nodded. "See? I know you can do it. Do this, not for me, but for yourself, H. Make something you'd be proud of. Of course audiences might think differently, but it's good to learn from it. Okay, H?"

"Alright. I can do that." Tessa hugged H.

"Thanks, H." H said nothing. they just sat their hugging Tessa. Tessa pulled away, and left the room.

"I want you to keep up the good work, H." The doors slammed shut. H started putting on separate costumes that matched. They swapped between the two relatively easy and quickly, but he never felt right about it. They sat on a nearby bench, thinking. they did this for nights on end. He wasn't sure what to do. Suddenly, he had an idea. But he'd need an assistant for it.