Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 12: The Night Before

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Sleep is a construct made by those who are mentally ill

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As the sun began setting and an orange hue took the skyline Tessa and N were talking in her room, the teen spilling out a plethora of words by the second, speaking away her vocal chords as she brushed at her hair, N occasionally chipping in with his own thoughts, tones filled with pure joy. "Ah, I don't wanna wait any longer, but it's so close by! I swear at least 2 months have passed." Tessa huffed, drooping her head behind her shoulders, spine pressing into the chair. But didn't bother moving, finding the extravagance more important than some little ol back pain.

"Actually it's been exactly 20 days since Mr. Charles first informed yo-" "Shush, shush, shush." Tessa quickly quieted the drone, holding out a hand to further quiet him. "May as well have been 2 months." She continued with a grunt, hosting herself up from seat, giving the chair a sloppy push as she made her way to her closest, reaching for one of her clean bows. Quickly tying up her hair she stepped in front of N with a little twirl, ending in a pose with a large grin. "So, how do I look?"

"You look great!" He beamed with a joyous smile, giving a thumbs up, much like every other time asked. With a glance to the mirror Tessa pondered on the look, turning her head to get a better angle, end of day it was alright. But it wasn't anything special. For that night, it needed to be special. And she'll be damned if that night isn't anything but that.

While Tessa kept trying out different combinations and N giving his opinion whenever asked Y/n was in his own room, tossing a ball up into the air, trying to catch it over and over to pass the time, V sitting at the edge of his bed, watching the ball as it flew up and down, trying her hardest not to chuckle whenever he'd miss, especially when it'd land on his face. She felt bad yeah but... It was kinda funny.

"Have you figured out what you're gonna wear for the Gala? Tessa seems very invested." V inquired, scooting up slightly. "Uh, not really. I mean there's only so many options I have. Most I can do is comb my hair and choose between 3 different tops to wear. So I'll just wear whatever's most clean." He'd answer, unlike Tessa he wasn't quite nearly as stressed when it comes to looking the part. While yes he'll do his best, he doesn't worry over every little hair that could pop out of the ties, not the amount of wrinkles, or anything like that. He honestly hates how nitpicky Tessa can get, mainly for her sake. "She stresses out too much over things like that... Hopefully, she'll grow out of that habit." He mumbled solemnly, expression seeming to drop. The atmosphere changed, not having that same quiet peace as moments ago.

Y/n was snapped out his thoughts when he felt a pair of arms around his torso, looking down to see V having leaned over. The drone in question is frigid in place, limbs in a stiff position, hesitant on if this way is the right play. "You need something?" He questioned, confused from the sudden hug. 'Y-You just looked a little sad.' V mumbled, Y/n letting out a little hum of recognition, ruffling the drones hair. "Well thanks for the concern, but I'm all good. Just lost in my own thoughts." Nodding V pulled away, moving back to where she was sitting early. Though did scoot closer a few minutes later.

Eventually V had to leave, a new set of tasks being pinned to the front of her mind, sighing dejectedly at the shown tasks. Giving their farewells V left to get the tasks done as quickly as she reasonably could.

Unfortunately these tasks lasted her the whole night, so her original plan was out of the window, so she simply walked throughout the halls, humming a tune to herself. When it was night and they were graced with no stormy skies the outside was always immensely beautiful, Stepping outside the library exit V swept away at the steps with her hand, sitting on the second to third down, careful to not dirty her outfit as she reeled her head back, taking in the breathtaking sight of the night sky, stars twinkling in the vast empty pit of space. Given how high up the manor was built, the amount of light pollution staining the sky was near none, letting its true beauty be present for those lucky.