Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

♡Part 4: Pictures and Memories (Vizzy)

*Written from 11/2/23-11/25/22. V's pov.*

Lizzy took Thad's offer to be roommates. At least until I have enough saved up to rent an apartment for thenot of us. Unfortunately for Thad, Lizzy is a bundle deal- and I'm the other half of that bundle. He seems nice enough, but I don't think he can be trusted. Thad drinks coffee black. No sane person would do that willingly.

I managed to get a job with the WDF, though they put me on a daylight shift, so I'm stuck guarding the doors from inside the bunker. I can't say they're exactly the brightest LEDs in the screen. I won't complain too much, though. I still get to spend my nights with Lizzy. Sort of. I sleep on the couch... but I still get to see her in the afternoons and mornings!

It's been like this since long that I almost have enough money saved up to rent an apartment for us for several months. It's worrying, though. Uzi, N, and Tesda still aren't back.

But they will be soon!

I can't help but like Uzi and N. I knew N for the longest time, and he was always there for me when we lived in the manor. Uzi's angsty teen personality was, quite frankly, adorable. Maybe I just get crushes too easily.

It's weird, though, because I look at Lizzy and feel those same things. I like her, but I feel like it's a little more intense than any other feelings I've had.

If I'm going to protect her, I have to protect her from myself too. That's why I sleep on the couch. And not in her bed. Like she offered...

I clock out at the WDF office and start heading down the winding corridors towards Thad's apartment. Running my fingertips along the icy walls, the bitter cold reminds me of the nights I spent alone in the corpse spire.

I didn't have to be alone.

N wanted to be with me, but N didn't remember who I used to be or what I did to him. It wouldn't have been fair. I had to keep him safe. I had to keep my distance. That seemed like the only way to keep him safe then, but I could see how wrong I was now.

I see how badly I messed up.

I open up Thad's apartment door with a scanner linked to my thumbprint. It's quiet inside. I walk into the living room and set my work bag on the table. There's a not from Thad saying he left to stay over with a friend.

"Hey, Lizzy!" I call out, "I'm home!"

No response.

Perhaps I'm overreacting, but panic sets in regardless.

"Lizzy?" I call out again, frantic. I rush down the hall and knock on her door. "Lizzy?"

My heart rate slows as I hear her voice: "Huh? Yeah? It's unlocked."

I open the door to find Lizzy lying on the floor on her back, old pictures taken by a Polaroid scattered around her. Her face is blank.

"Liz? Are you okay?" I ask slowly and softly. I take a step toward her and pause, wavering. I have no clue if she wants me around right now or not; regardless, I want to help her.

She's quiet for a moment. Her head flops over so she can look at me. "I don't know," she answers quietly.

I take another step in, and she sits up a little, gesturing with her head for me to come in. I walk in and sit down beside her ib her soft, pink carpet. It's quiet for a moment as I fiddle with my hands, and Lizzy stares out into space.

"Who are the pictures of?" I ask into the silence.

Lizzy sighs and leans on my shoulder, passing me a picture. The picture is of Lizzy as a little kid and some drone, likely her mother, swinging Lizzy up in the air by her arms. A bright smile lights Lizzy's face in the picture, a stark contrast to now.