The story of R (male oc x murder drones)

Pilot

9 years later

Outside the wind was howling as one singular drone scrolling through some music he found interesting while lying behind a piece of fallen debri next to 2 offline Disassembly drones with female wigs on top of them

R: Just you and me doll faces getting into it, R , J and V just fucking shit up and getting some company branded items.

He says talking to the bodies, then placing his hands under their heads, clearing his throat.

R/V: "Yeah R, nothing that'll make us want you more than destruction.

R/J: "And a big bag of company branded items.

R: Hahaha boy do I need help.

Suddenly several heavy thuds are heard behind him

R sighs as he already knows the cause of the noises

DD 1: Come out rogue worker drone, you are targeted for termination by our parent company JCJENSON in SPACCCE and by us for the deaths of our fellow DDs.

All 20 DD present switch out their hands for claws, swords, plasma cannons, ninja stars and smgs pointed towards the debri

R falls over in annoyance

R:Ugh these guys are the worst. You should know those drones killed themselves!

DD1: And how exactly!?

R: They tried hunting in my territory

The DD looks pissed as he points his own smg towards his direction

DD1: Last chance, throw out your weapons now and we'll likely give you a chance at a quick death!

R: I'm not gonna give you my weapons but I promise not to use them!

R looks at the readers

R: There are 68 parts in your average worker drone body, 69 if ya boy sees a very attractive female drone or drones.

R: *looks at the DD corpses* alright let's do this. Maximum effort!

R's visor reads "Playing badass fight music" twist flips out from behind the debri holding the corpses as shields. The DDs aim their weapons at him ready to fire

"Bye bye, bye, bye bye, bye"

R: Looks like we're getting that team up after all.

Music starts playing as R yeets a corpse at the first DD who has swords for hands directly to their face breaking their headlights, leaking nanites onto them

"I'm doing this tonight"

DD2: Ahh!!!

The other DD spread out and started shooting. R, rips the arms off the remaining corpse smacking them against each other as they switch to blades he blocks the bullets.

"you're probably gonna start a fight"

DD3: HE'S GOT PLOT ARMOR-GUAH

That's the last thing he says before a blade is stabbed through his chest pulled out then stabbed through his neck down his back.

"I know this can't be right"

Another DD clashes his claws with his blades before R stabs his chest before sliding behind him stabbing his other blade through his head, its visor displaying "FATAL ERROR" as he looks at the oil splurt out.

"Hey baby come on"

Two others move in shooting their smgs as R grabs the DD body smashing the others as if it's a baseball bat.