Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

♡Part 3: Golden Boy (Vizzy)

*Written from 9/26/23 - 9/28/23. Thad's pov.*

**TW: Themes of child abuse.**

I think it's funny that we're starting to become just like the humans- just like the things we swore to never become. It makes me wonder if there's a way to break this cycle.

It reminds me of my parents. Mom and Dad talk a lot about how their childhoods were awful, and how they never want to so much as resemble their parents; but they're just the same as them, and the cycle repeats. Makes me wonder where it started.

Good thing I know the cycle ends with me. I'm not having kids, so they'll never even have the chance to get hurt. I find that conforting; Mom and Dad, not so much.

It's okay though. I know they don't love me for who I am. I've moved on and am doing better without them. It's been good for me, living as myself by myself. I came out to a few close friends as a gender fluid aroace, and was met with lots of support.

Support is something the world needs more of. I'm working on being the most supportive person I can be. Well, within reason. I refuse to support people who hurt kids or anything like that.

I'm not sure what I want to do with my life yet. Football was something my dad made me do, so I quit that. I thought about joining the WDF but Uzi was right about them being cowardly. I'm xonsidering becoming a therapist, but I'm not sure. I just really want to help, but maybe being a therapist wouldn't suit me.

Either way, I'm loving for myself now! As myself. By myself.

Hmm...
Wait!

Ah. That's what I forgot. I just got the paperwork from the landlord for a roommate and I was supposed to let Lizzy know.

Lizzy hasn't been doing too well, but she won't talk about it. One day, she called me asking for a place to stay the night and she showed up with bruises all over her. I remember her lip was busted and one eye was swollen shut. She was covered in cuts.

I asked her what happened, but all she said was that she couldn't go home. She stayed with me and my parents until she moved in with Doll.

I winced. Doll was apparently not all she was thought to be. Lizzy broke up with her for obvious reasons, and that was a good choice in my opinion. Though I know it still hurt her. And with V dying, too?

Lizzy needs a lot of support right now.

I grabbed my phone and sat down on the couch to call Lizzy.

She answers after a moment. "Hey, how're things going?" Lizzy sounds oddly cheerful for someone who recently received news that her best friend/ love interest just died. Super weird.

"I could ask you the same," I reply. "You sound pretty happy."

It sounds like Lizzy talks to someone in the background, but I can't make put what she's saying. She comes back to the phone. "Sorry, but yeah. I'm feeling great! You'll never guess why."

I'm not sure what to think. On one hand, it's nice to hear Lizzy so happy. On the other hand, it's abnormal for someone to be so happy in a time of grieving.

"Maybe you could come over and we can talk about it? I've also got some paperwork calling your name." I laugh.

I hear more talking in the other end. Lizzy sighs. "Alright. Mind if I bring a plus one?"

I blink, unsure of what's going on. "Okay, I guess?" I'm glad I cleaned the apartment earlier. I should have just enough time to make some coffee while Liz and her mystery friend are on their way.

"Great. See you in twenty!" Lizzy hung up.  Now just to make coffee...

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The doorbell went off just as I finished filling up the coffee mugs. I answered the door. Only Lizzy was there- no mystery friend to speak of.