okay so, I cross-posted The Living condition to wattpad and quotev because that's what i used to do with my other fics, blasting it out there, yknow?This shit got #1 in murder drones on wattpad within three days of it being posted. this shit is so fun
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You weren't much younger than you were now, sitting atop Tessa's vanity while she paced back and forth across the room, stomping her feet while she ranted at you. Her parents were throwing a Gala. It was some charity event, a publicity bringer, since the company's popularity had started tanking ever since the incident of older lithium-battery-run drones catching on fire and not being able to be put out. JcJenson needed a boost in the public eye, and a Gala for the esteemed and wealthy enough was the way to do it. You'd disagreed, but your opinion of the matter was nothing to her parents.
"--And who knows, maybe there will be someone there just for me. A bachelor. A suitor or..something" Tessa ranted while you laid your head in your hands.
"You're interested in all that?"
"What? Why wouldn't I be?"
"'Cause anyone coming to the Gala is gonna have a wide stick up theirs." you scoff, and complain when Tessa stomps over to you, only to shove at your shoulder.
"Hush! It would be the perfect opportunity to get some practice in. work the charm."
"What charm?"
"Shush! Quit being mean."
"I'm not mean! I'm just right. Neither of us have any experience because you spend all your time with the drones and I spend all my time with you." you hopped off of the vanity to instead follow Tessa when she'd left her room
"Well–! You've..got me there. BUT–that doesn't mean we can't practice? With them."
"I think that's a little emotionally damaging of you. When'd you get so mean?" Tessa had spun around on her heels to grab you by the shoulders in a vice and shake you
"It's not! It's not damaging–it's practice–it's pretend, it's PLAYING."
"Tessa, my head–" She hadn't stopped shaking you while she looked off in a different direction
"Besides! If I meet the perfect bachelor–Ideally someone with smarts and looks to match–and..no stick up their....–see you've got me talking like you, so uncouth– but if i meet someone like that, I can get AWAY." Tessa squeals as she lets go of you, clasping her hands together while you held the side of your head. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, Tessa had spotted one of the drones and grabbed your wrist in a vice to drag you while she ran. "J! J! Come, come!"
Reluctantly, you followed after Tessa, scuffing your shoes into wooden floors as you dragged yourself after her to play 'pretend bachelors' with a drone.
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The Elevator did in fact, fall hard. It was broken in the first place, with graying flesh dripping off from the hole uzi had made. When it reached the bottom with a crash, You, N, Uzi and 'Tessa' were thrown out of it from the force. No sooner than you were sitting up and trying to check yourself over, making sure nothing was too broken did the elevator cave in, surrounded by rocks and rubble.
You were fine. Mostly, anyways. You're sure the aching from ankle to thigh would go away with a little walking.
Uzi was fine, Mostly. She was spitting out oil onto the dirt, but she seemed to be okay otherwise. Can there even be internal bleeding with drones? You don't want to know. You'd move to sit closer to the drone, help her sit up properly.
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The Living condition
Romance#1 IN MURDER DRONES THREE DAYS AFTER POSTING IT????????? HELLO?????????????????????? When you awoke, it was not peaceful. It was not simple, as you'd been told. It was not to another face, catching you up to speed. It was with the sound of shatterin...
