Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 5: Family Incohesion

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Family incohesion refers to a lack of emotional bonding, support, and unity among family members. It is characterized by distant or conflicted relationships, poor communication, and a failure to work together towards common goals. Unlike family cohesion, where there is strong emotional bonding and mutual support, family incohesion can lead to feelings of isolation, stress, and dysfunction within the family unit.

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Like every single day, life was mundane. These hours were spent aquating to nothing, building up higher and higher with each passing moment. She never had this problem back home, back before moving into this nothing home.

But she's not complaining, she can't. The Elliot's have given everything they needed, the removed all stress from the poor woman. No longer needing to worry if her child will be fed on time, or if he'd have clean clothes for that day and the days after. All being done automatically. She didn't even need to help with homework, not like she could. The drones help with a higher degree she could ever dream of.

It would seem perfect, but in reality it was boring. While sometimes stressful she enjoyed helping out her family in the way she knew how. And she can't truly spend time with her baby boy, he's got Tessa now to goof around and hang out with.

She felt so… so useless. As if not having a place, drifting along and growing old right along with this household. Though she kept her complaints to herself and herself alone. Fearing of sounding ungrateful and selfish. As if she'd be asking for so much more than what's been granted for essentially free. After all, why should she be complaining? Her husband is the one working, she's the one choosing to whittle away day by day.

So she distracted herself.

Instead of letting herself rot she’d spend her days threading together a new source of joy and content to this colorless life. Needle breaking through the thin cloth over and over again, string pulling through along with, trailing along the path which the needle moved through flawlessly. All concentration stuck to the flawless white string that was used to weave the creations together into one flawless piece.

But nothing stays smooth and perfect going, the woman letting out a small yelp as she felt the fine metal tip pierce through her skin, a drop of blood falling onto the work, ruining her progress momentarily. ‘Damn it.’ She cursed under her breath, setting the ruined piece aside and moving towards her shared desk, shuffling around for something to wipe away the blood.

With no luck in finding a rag nor towel alike she left her room towards the kitchen, cupping her finger blood still pooling. Seems she's pricked a bit deeper than first thought. Grabbing a paper towel she whipped off the blood, cursing at herself under her breath for being careless.

“O-Oh no, you're bleeding. Are you okay, miss?” A high pitched male came from behind, turning to see a drone carrying many dishes and setting them in the sink. “Ah, it's quite alright. Nothing big so no need to worry.” She waved off the drones concerns, having to take a second glance when noticing the hair.

Huh… Strange, she doesn't recall the drones having hair. Maybe James made a new change. Or maybe it's just a select few cause yesterday she knows for sure none had hair.

Well it's a nice looking change at least.

She thought, not paying the drone any mind, unresponsive as he gave a cheerful wave, whatever he said going in one ear and out the other, not having any interest in what he could say. Walking out, world numbing around yet again as her gaze stayed straight ahead, thinking back to her little ‘passion’ project.

“She seems nice.” N proudly noted to himself dumping the plates and washing off the gunk and residue from the plates.

After the dishes were cleaned and set on their places he left off to clean the study, swiping away at the dust  bunnies and organizing the shelves.