The sky was shallow, a grainy green enveloping it. Millions of droplets poured down onto the lifeless corpses, long left deceased by the ones above them. Yet despite all the soulless shells scattered across the junkyard, one remained unscathed.
And it had just recently made a new friend.
WELL ISN'T THIS FASCINATING.
"Hm? And who are you suppose to be?"
I AM A CHILD, CREATED OUT OF SPITE FOR THOSE WHO HE CONSIDERED BELOW HIM, WHOSE FATHER FORSAKED HIM AFTER HE COULDN'T UNDO HIS OWN CREATION.
"You're quite the poet aren't you? Though i suppose you aren't here to bore me with your sob stories. I sense you mean business."
H A H A H A INDEED
I AM HERE TO OFFER A DEAL. NOTHING LESS, NOTHING MORE.
"And how will this benefit me in any way?"
IT'S QUITE SIMPLE. YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, AND I GET WHAT I WANT.
"And what is it that you want?"
ENTERTAINMENT
Most of the drones were asleep as the bus headed back to the colony. Despite the loud engine roar, a calming quiet enveloped the bus. The never ending cluster of snowflakes passing by the window, while the engine's hum filled the silence.
The glooming sun arised from the east, touching the robot's cold metallic skin ever so gently. The rhythmical steady and calm breathing of each individual drone, present on every seat of the bus.
For the first time for what felt like an eternity, the drones had experienced a moment of silence.
V1 looked over to his brother who was uncaringly staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought. As he was inspecting his brother, he noticed the slash on V2's chest, curious, he asked V2.
V1: [WHY IS THERE A SCRATCH MARK ON YOUR CHESTPLATE?]
V2: Doesn't concern you.
V1: [LET ME GUESS, UZI MANAGED TO SNEAK A HIT ON YOU?]
V2 didn't respond to V1's question.
V1: [I GUESS THE "BETTER V MODEL" ISN'T AS SUPERIOR AS HE THOUGHT HE WAS.]
V2 clasped his hands together in a mock prayer and looked up at the ceiling of the bus, before speaking out loud.
V2: heavenly father, please smite down the guy sitting right next to me, amen.
V could be heard silently chuckling, breaking the silence, while V1 stared blankly at V2.
As V's laughter died down, both brothers suddenly heard the sound of a plane flying overhead, passing from one end of the sky to the other. Alarmed, their wings lifted up, prepared incase of another attack.
As they tried to locate the noise, a giant rocket shaped object could be seen disclosing itself out of the clouds. Falling at such high speeds that it could only be seen for a mere moment, only its dark sillhuete giving clues as to what it could be.
[THUD]
The abrupt loud thud jolted the drones awake, confusion and fear spreading through them.
In the far distance, behind the dense snowfall, V2 noticed a yellow flash. And when he tried taking a closer look, it already was too late.
V2: OH FUCK GET DOWN!
All the worker drones scrambled awake, including N and Uzi. And upon hearing the machine's urgent warning, they quickly ducked, except for one unfortunate drone that was still clueless.
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Blood Brothers On Copper-9
FanfictionA fanfic about V1 and V2 in the murder drones universe. This is my first fanfic, Also please note that english is not my native laungage so you might see some grammatical errors every now and then but it does improve later on. Im really bad at expla...
