Murder Drones: Dismantled Brethren

A very Unhappy Reunion 2

S looked around.

 Back in the library. He sighed as he sat down in a chair. 

"Times are getting shorter, Steve."

 S nonchalantly turns around to see Austin. Still as damaged as ever. 

"Of course it wouldn't be if you at least THOUGHT about-"

S held up a finger shushing Austin. "No....I'm not killing her." 

Austin shook his head disapprovingly. 

"I thought I TOLD you that doing this won't save you in the slightest." Austin turned limping towards a bookshelf. 

"Who will this save?" 

Austin turned towards S with a smile creeping across his face, his visor glitching slowly.

 "I know your secret." Austin teases. 

S raises an eyebrow "What do you mean?" 

Austin chuckles "You really thought you had me for a loop? Nah boy...I know you're not just FRIENDS with the Murder Drone." 

S's eyes hollow out. Austin backs up a bit letting S take in what he said.

 "Who knows...maybe finishing the job will give her freedom from the trauma...And goodness knows she NEEDS it....All that torture...all that pain..it ain't healthy to keep it all inside...." Austin started limping towards the exit. "It's no wonder yer both so close...." 

S rubs his head and covers a small cough. 

He looks down at his hand seeing oil dripping off of two of his fingers. 

Just then a sound could be heard coming from everywhere. It sounded like talking but it was too muffled and deafened to make anything intelligible.

 "Speaking of which." 

S looked towards Austin still facing away "I think she's tryna get you to come back right now." S glared and turned away from Austin seeing a bright white doorway. S sighs looking down at his oil stained fingers before walking through the doorway.

 Austin turns to see S leave and the doorway closes. Austin's head slumps down a bit... 

only for a black tentacle to grab it and straighten it up.

"Dude, wake up!" 

S jolted awake. He looked around quickly seeing he's in some sort of operating room. He looks down at his body and his eyes hollow out. 

His wrists and ankles were tied to an operating table...but that's not what was concerning. Large hooks coming down from the ceiling were piercing into his legs, arms, and abdomen. 

S tried to struggle for release but the hooks stayed put. Small sounds of the clanging of the hooks could be heard. 

S begins hyperventilating freaking out over seeing his body mutilated completely. 

He begins coughing up oil, the black substance falling from his mouth onto the ground. He looks down to see multiple large buckets catching the oil underneath. S's eyes widened even more...She's harvesting my oil. 

S let out a shaky breath. 

For a little bit there was complete silence, save for the dripping of oil coming from S's many wounds. "S....you good? S turned slowly, trying his best not to have the hooks get torn off. V makes eye contact with S, watching sadly upset by the state he's in. 

"Why did she-" S grinned 

"We...have a past..." 

V raises an eyebrow