Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

Magnets

A/N: Not a request, but this wouldn't leave me alone in my head, so I wrote it. Sam x Uzi, enjoy. Let me know if you want to see more one-shots like this.

The purple worker had been stressed as of late, it seemed like nothing she would normally do to calm herself down was helping. Not even N or V could help her, leading her up all the way until now, blazing through a forest with weird ass wings and a tail. She couldn't control her own actions, a dissatisfaction growing inside of her robotic gut. She wasn't hungry for actual oil anymore; she was hungry for something else.

Speeding through the night, she heard her fellow classmates screams, but none of which she enjoyed. She killed Braiden, boring. Emily? Boring. Rebecca? Darren? Boring. She even tried to kill that bitch Lizzy, but V stopped her, launching her off to who knows where now. Uzi continued to fly around, seeing if she could calm herself down by perhaps lulling herself to sleep by flying, that was until a certain pink light caught her attention. She hid herself up in the trees, landing herself above the main source of the brightness, none other than the owner being Sam, a worker drone like her, a fellow classmate.

Said worker was leaning against the tree, blitzed out of his mind while having a magnet continuously touch his screen, an electrical interference frying his circuitry by the slightest bit, giving him a sense of a high.

Go figure he's stoned.

"It's okay to come out Uz, I know you're there." His voice slurred a little, and the purple worker was shocked. Her visor went from the solver symbol back to her normal optics, jumping down from the tree, now in front of him.

"You know my name." She stated, he nodded.

"Yeah, hope you don't mind the nickname, Uz." He smiled; she swore she felt herself blush a little, but shook it off.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" she asked him, he looked at her confused, then noticed the wings and tail.

"Oh yeah...I don't know, I guess. You're cute when you're mad." He attempted to flirt with her. Sam had always had a crush on the angsty emo, but never dared to say anything, ashamed of his own reputation for being a stoner. No one like that could be with Khan's daughter. "You stressed?"

"How did you-"

"Your visor. It's glitching. I have stressful days too. I'm not proud of it but..." Sam looked down to the magnet in his hand, gripping onto it, he made a weak smile at the pretty drone in front of him. "It helps, you know?"

Slowly Uzi nodded. She could understand him in that sense. She didn't like that it affected his board if he used it for too long, but it could fix itself, and it's not like they were going to run out of clones from the warehouse anytime soon. She took in Sam's appearance in the moonlight, his metal danced off of it and she felt that hunger return once more. She didn't need oil...so what was this?

Wait...

"Oh, robo-god..." Uzi stood up and backed away from Sam, her visor was fully flushed now as her wings and tail puffed out. This wasn't hunger, it was lust. "I-I have to go. You should meet with the others at the bus." The purple worker started to take flight again, but she felt Sam's hand stop her own. Their optics connected, neither of them wanting to look away. Uzi stood back down onto the ground.

She swallowed a lump in her robotic throat, voice box feeling as if it could barely mutter a word. She wanted to pounce on him right then and there, but she knew better.

"It's not safe to be around me right now, Sam."

"When is it ever? You blew up the classroom with that railgun of yours." He smirked, proving his point. She looked at him, a confused but rather amused smile spread across her face. "You don't have to but..." Sam handed the magnet over to her, "If it's just for tonight, just to get you back to your normal self, you can try."

She looked at the magnet, then back at the stoner. Almost feeling like she was in one of those movies that were meant to peer pressure her, but this was different. She rolled her optics, grabbing the attraction from his hand.

"Fuck it. How do I use it?"

***

"Hollllllyyyy Shiiiiiitttt!" Uzi giggled in her own high, laying in the snow with Sam. He chuckled. "I get it now."

"Right?" Turning his head to get a better look at her, he blushed, finding that the purple worker was already staring at him. They didn't say anymore, and instead, Sam raised himself up, propping himself on his elbow, the other hand cupping Uzi's cheek before they exchanged a kiss. A kiss became two, then three, then she suddenly felt a tongue slide across her bottom lip. She moaned, allowing the stoner to slip his tongue into her mouth, the two workers becoming greedier by the minute. Uzi slowly raised herself up, sliding onto Sam's lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, the two not breaking away.

"Purple thing! Where are you?!" The two workers heard V from a distance. In a panic she shoved Sam off and stood up, her tail and wings seemed to have also retracted in the process.

"Should we get going, Uz?" The male asked her, holding out his hand for her to grab. She smiled at him, taking it.

"Yeah, let's go."

Word Count: 932 words.