The story of R (male oc x murder drones)

Chapter 3

The screen opens up to the inside of the bunker, several isolated areas as well as a gym prepared for prom. On a community board, several posters of missing girls were pinned.

A girl ran by the board seemingly running from something or someone. She comes to halt as something damages her glasses hindering her eyesight. In the distance someone appears under a flickering light before disappearing.

She looks up to see a red code mess with a security camera. Looking back down the hallway, it was Doll that appeared, covered in red light, her hand generating a familiar absolute solver symbol. Pointing it towards the girl it envelops her right arm, ripping it right off.

The girl screams in terror and pain gripping her shoulder looking at Doll frightened, who with her power creates several cleavers, before launching them to the girl, presumably killing her and adding her to the missing girls case.

Returning to her home, Doll places her bag down using her power to put her books back into a shelf.

Doll:ugh, what a day.

Grabbing a list she crosses the last name off a list, which was a ballot card for prom queen. Looking over to her bag which presumably contains the remains of the girl she killed.

Doll: I'm back, Mom.

The screen pans out to reveal a very dirty living room covered in oil and bugs.

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In a tall building, inside a home on the top floor lies R on a sofa squirming in his sleep trying to cover his head with a pillow.

In his mindscape he awakens finding himself no longer in his home but rather an old style mansion.

R: Where am I? What am I wearing?

He looks down to see himself wearing a butler outfit. Realization suddenly hit him as to where he was.

R: Not this place, the place where it all started.

He tried moving but chains appeared restraining his movements

R: Huh so this how they feel being chained up.

All of a sudden, a piano melody begins to play as the piano slowly manifest behind him

???:We'll~ meet again, don't know where~

His oil runs cold, slowly turning his head, the piano manifesting its player, a female drone in a maid outfit.

R: That voice!

???: Don't know when~

He finally turns around seeing the one drone he hoped to never see again
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Cyn:Oh~ I know we'll meet again some sunny day~!

R: You again!*vigorously points*

Cyn finishes playing and snaps the piano away leaving her on the piano stool.

Cyn: Giggle, oh how naughty I am, I missed you R.

R: Well, the feelings not mutual, Cyn.

Manifesting a tea cup of oil, she takes a sip.

Cyn: Light sip, they should be. Maniacal giggle, oh how I missed you, love stare. Did you miss me? Admit it you missed me. How have you been? Questioning stare.