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Family dynamics || Uzi • N {Murder drones}

In the stark, cold industrial world where Worker Drones and Murder Drones exist, life was already complex. However, amidst all the chaos, Uzi and N had managed to carve out something of a routine, something that almost resembled normalcy. The once war-torn wasteland now had moments of quiet, where they could reflect on something other than survival. But recently, both Uzi and N had been dealing with an entirely different kind of stress—a kind that hit home harder than any Murder Drone attack ever could.

They were running out of money.

Being independent came with its costs, especially in a world where resources were becoming increasingly scarce. They'd scraped by for a while, but now, the financial pressure was catching up. The pile of bills on the table was a constant reminder of that.

Uzi was pacing the room, her brow furrowed in frustration. "I don't know how much longer we can keep doing this," she muttered. "It's like no matter what we do, the bills keep piling up. We've repaired everything we can on our own. If we need new parts, we're going to be in trouble."

N, always the optimist, tried to inject a bit of light into the situation, but even his usual sunny demeanor seemed dimmed by the weight of reality. "We'll figure something out, right? Maybe... maybe I can get a job, something to help out."

Uzi stopped and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Doing what exactly, N? It's not like there's a huge demand for Murder Drones in the workforce."

N rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But I want to help. I hate seeing you stressed like this. There's got to be something I can do."

Y/n, who had been quietly sitting at the table, watching the two with concern, finally spoke up. "It's not just about the money, you know? It's about everything. How much this is affecting us—our dynamic, our lives. We're so focused on trying to survive financially that we're forgetting to actually live."

Uzi glanced at Y/n, her expression softening. Y/n had always been the one to keep them grounded, to remind them what they were fighting for. "I know," Uzi admitted, sitting down heavily next to Y/n. "It's just... I feel like we're running out of options. And if we don't figure this out soon, we're going to lose everything we've worked for."

Y/n reached out and took Uzi's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're not going to lose everything. We're in this together, remember? It's not just on you to fix everything."

The weight of the situation hung in the air between them. Uzi's fierce independence made it hard for her to accept help, even from the people closest to her. But lately, it felt like the whole world was pressing down on her shoulders.

N, sensing the heaviness of the moment, sat down across from them. "Maybe it's not about finding one big solution," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's about taking things one step at a time. We can make smaller changes, figure out ways to cut costs, maybe trade for parts instead of buying them. I mean, we've survived worse, right?"

Uzi chuckled, though it was tinged with bitterness. "Yeah, I guess dodging Murder Drones isn't quite the same as dodging bills, but sure, we've survived worse."

The room fell into a momentary silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. The future felt uncertain, and the weight of financial stress, of potential career changes and the impact on their relationships, loomed large over them.

Y/n broke the silence again, her voice soft but firm. "I know this isn't easy, but maybe this is also a chance to reevaluate things. I mean, we've always been in survival mode, but maybe we need to think about what we want out of life—what kind of life we're trying to build, not just for ourselves, but for each other."

Uzi glanced at Y/n, her heart aching at the truth in her words. They had been so focused on surviving the harsh realities of their world, they'd forgotten to ask themselves what they truly wanted out of life. What did they want their future to look like, beyond just getting by?

"You're right," Uzi said quietly. "I've been so caught up in making sure we have what we need to survive, I forgot to think about what comes after that. Maybe... maybe it's time to start thinking about more than just survival."

N, for all his occasional naivety, had been thinking along similar lines. "I've been thinking about that too. About what kind of future we could have. I know I was built for something different, but I want to help build something better, for all of us."

Y/n smiled at him, grateful for his unwavering support. "We're all capable of more than we think. But that's what makes these decisions hard. Figuring out how to balance surviving and living—it's not something we're taught."

Uzi nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "We'll figure it out," she said, her voice stronger now. "We'll make a plan. Start small, like N said, but we'll build something better. For all of us."

The conversation, while heavy, left them feeling a little lighter. It wasn't that their problems had disappeared—far from it. But having talked through it, they were reminded that they weren't alone in this fight. They had each other, and that made all the difference.

As they sat together, planning their next steps, Uzi realized that while their world may be harsh and unforgiving, their bond was what made it worth fighting for. They were a team, and together, they could face whatever challenges came their way.

And for the first time in a while, Uzi allowed herself to hope.