Murder Drones AU | A Different Perspective.

Random bullshit interaction...

That isn't canon to the book, so it's okay! It's sticks true to their personalities though.

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We cut to our main protagonist with little to no plot armor, Michael. Or as Mellow likes to call him, Mike. 

Michael, sleeping in his bed, is woken up by sudden loud commotion coming from the downstairs kitchen. He gets up, rubbing his eyes in the morning sunlight that is unnecessarily bright. He walks up to his dresser and grabs his bandana, left peacefully on its resting place. 

Tying the tie to the back of his neck, he walks down into the living room, looking to his left at the TV.

"In local news, Florida man turns into god specifically to beat the living hell out of an alligator."

Left unsurprised at the unsurprising news, he walks over to the kitchen, only to be greeted by both Jack and Mellow yelling at each other.

"You can't put oil on the fucking stove, it will catch on fire!" Yelled Jack, pointing at the stove. Mellow swishes her hair back in a sassy manor, crossing her arms. 

She glares back at jack, not looking directly at him. "Well, would you like your coffee cold?" 

"If I wanted cold coffee, I would go to bucksun!" Jack retaliated. "And it isn't coffee, it's fucking oil!"

"What the hell are you two yelling about?" Michael butted in. Both of them turned to look at Michael, standing there with a tired pissed expression. 

"Michael, settle a very obvious debate for us." Jack pleaded, looking almost as tired as Michael. Mellow's lavender optics glared at Jack again before directing her attention to Michael.

"Mikey-"

"Michael." Michael corrected.

"Whatever; heating oil on a stove wouldn't make it catch on fire, right?" Mellow questioningly questioned. Michael rubbed his eyes again.

"You're a robot, wouldn't you know that?" 

"That's racist."

"Sorry. Still though, wouldn't you?"

She rolled her optics. "No, Mike. JCJenson didn't give us all the information in the world. Why do you think I read books in my pass time?"

Michael tugged at his bandana slightly, loosening it a little as he thought. "To pass the time."

Mellow blinked as she stared at him for a moment. "W-Well, you're not wrong." She stated. "But also because I'm tired of not knowing anything."

"Well, here's a little info for you," Jack butted in, "putting oil on an open flame will set it on fire!" Jack yelled. Mellows optics hollowed for a moment before retaliating.

"It's not on an open frame, it inside a coffee mug!" She shot back. Jack looked like he was about to explode.

"That doesn't make it any better!" 

Mellow stuck her tongue at Jack before leaning on the still hot stovetop. 

"Mellow, your jacket is going to catch fire." Michael pointed out.

Her optics hollowed as she looked down at her elbow, now noticing the smoke radiating from it. "Shit!" She yelled, quickly moving her arm away from the stove. She tugged at her sleeve, examining the spot. 

Jack rubbed his eyes while Michael went over to Mellow to examine her arm and her jacket. 

Michael grabbed her attention and motioned her to give him her arm. Michael softly grabbed the arm, examining it and noting something.

"I'm surprised you didn't burn your arm." Michael commented. Mellow looked up at him.

"We Worker Drones don't burn as easily as you humans do." She remarked, looking back down at her burnt sleeve. Michael let go of her arm and smiled at her.

"I can patch it up for you later."

"Like hell you will." Jack responded. Both Michael and Mellow looked up at him, confused. "Last time you did that you got my sleeves sewed together; I couldn't put my arm through them." Michael crossed his arms and looked at him with a pouty face.

"I've been taking sewing classes, thank you very much. I'm already a pro at this point." Michael ego boosted. 

"Your only on your first day of school." Jack replied. Michael, having his bubble popped looked back at Jack annoyed. 

"Uh, not to but in or anything, but can someone patch this jacket up?" Mellow sweatdropped. 'It's my favorite one...' she whispered.

"I can do it, thank you very much Jack." Michael asserted. 

Jack rolled his eyes. "Sure, just don't get mad when Mellow reams into you for screwing it up." Michael rolled his eyes and switched back to Mellow.

"Can you hand me your jacket?" 

Mellow nodded and took off her jacket, revealing a T-Shirt beneath it, and giving it to Michael. She leaned in, "I'm sure you'll do fine Mikey." She whispered, smiling softly.

"But if you screw it up, I'll skin you alive." She said threateningly. Michael's pupils dilated at that last remark as Mellow retreated to the stove to grab her now lukewarm oil and put it back on the stove.

Jack groaned in annoyance, "Michael, if she sets her mug on fire, you know where the fire extinguisher is." Jack cracked his knuckles. "I'm going to work." He finished, going to grab his trench coat. Michael nodded as he turns his attention back to Jack. 

"Have fun." Michael called out. Jack only let out a small 'mmm' before leaving the kitchen, getting out of sight. Michael turned his attention back to Mellow, who was still warming up her oil as she put her hands into her sweatpants. 

Michael folded up the jacket in his hands and put it on the kitchen counter and walked over to Mellow. "Is your arm okay?"

Without turning her head, she looked at Michael, "Yes Michael, I'm fine." Michael put his hands up defensively.

"Just checking." Michael looked at the coffee mug, which contained the oil, and the steam somehow coming out of it. He decided to not question the logic of this as Mellow reached out to grab her now moderately warm coffee mug.

"He'll be back." She commented. Michael tilted his head at this, confused on what she meant.

Just as he said that, the front door slammed open as mellow brought her coffee mug up to her mouth.

"MELLOW! You little shit, did you siphon all the oil out of my car?! Do you know how much that costs?!"

Mellow took a sip out of the mug. "It's about time you got an oil change anyway." She smiled smugly back at jack, who was now seething.

Michael gave an exasperated sigh. It was going to be another long day, wasn't it?