•'~~ Murder Drones: DEFECTIVE

~ | • Fragments of Memories P.2

Rain. How nice it was to look at it... Even better to listen, but P had no such privileges, he was currently holding a tray with food on it in his hand, he looked down at the stairs, there were a few guests.

Well, today was the gala, the second one this month, maybe the fourth. This time, thanks to Peter's progress in his inventions, which P has helped with more than once.

P finally shook his head to regain his composure, turning left into the hallway leading to the gala. As he walked down the hallway he saw more than once some Drones without hair, these were Drones that generally belonged to the Elliot household unlike him and the 4 other Drones.

Eventually he entered the hall where the gala was to be held, James making sure the tables were set up properly while Louisa just watched. P then walked over to one of the larger tables and placed a tray of food on it.

???: "Psst. P, come here!"

P suddenly heard a sound under the table and immediately looked under it, under the table was hiding his creator and current greatest inventor of all time.

P: "Peter? What are you doing? Why are you sitting under the table? You'll get your suit dirty, which I washed a while ago!"

Peter: "Okay, okay! Be quiet or they'll find me here!"

Peter silenced P by bringing his finger to his lips, he became confused as to what Peter meant so he raised an eyebrow, he looked around for a moment seeing only Louisa, James and a few drones, then he turned his gaze to Peter.

P: "Who? James?"

Peter immediately shook his head as a sign "no" waving his hands and then silently spelled out "Tessa, J, and V". P understood it of course but he was even more confused as to why Peter was hiding from his crush and her two drones, when he was about to say something he was pulled under the table.

Peter: "Listen P. You can't turn me in, okay?! We're friends, right?! So you can't turn me in!"

P, irritated by his creator's behavior, gently pushed him away so that he would release him, wiping Peter's fingerprints off his visor with napkin from his pocket.

P: "Okay, okay! Why are you hiding from them?"

Peter: "Tessa wanted to dance with me at the gala..."

P: Raised eyebrow "Hasn't it always been your wildest dream, you know, to dance with your crush?"

Peter: "And here's the catch! Because that's what trapped me. You see, Tessa thought to herself that I'd dance in her dress while she danced in my suit! She made J and V help her! You have to help me!"

Peter began to shake P, causing his eyes to dart around the visor. After a moment, he stopped Peter and gave him a light slap on the cheek to calm him down like a man should.

P: "Dude, calm down! You're not going to achieve anything with your behavior! You'd better get out of here and face your fear like a real man... Do you want to be ridiculed for cowardice?!"

Peter: "No..."

P: "Do you want to be made fun of for wearing a pink dress by your crush?!"