Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

Warm, Sweet, Oil

A/N: Request from @Jalexandra46 N x Uzi.  Enjoy!

"The more intoxicating the oil tastes, the more likely you two are bound by a bond, and a strong one at that." Uzi's teacher, Mr. Vickers, explained to his students while handing out pamphlets. Today was the day, the day everyone would figure out who is compatible with who. By tasting one another's oil, the sweeter it is, the more likely that person is your soulmate. The little emo toaster in particular rolled her optics.

This is so useless, what's the point? And-What the hell?!

As the purple worker looked around herself, multiple of her classmates began going around each other, biting into one another's arms and necks, tasting each other's oil, desperate to find their partner for life.

It made her sick to see and smell so much oil. Sure, Uzi was friends with the murder drones, and they drank oil like it was water, she had gotten used to seeing them drinking it. Not her classmates. Thad soon turned around with some oil spread on his mouth and began to walk up to Uzi. She felt her core begin to hum in adrenaline and danger, some optics were on her and all around her, she gripped the sides of her desk from nerves.

She was the outcast, but sometimes people didn't care who you were, if they were desperate enough, they'd find a way to somehow sniff you out. She quickly packed her belongings and ran outside to the pod, leaving early that day.

Maybe I can stay with N and V for a few days, just until things calm down over in the colony.

***

Uzi finally made her destination to the landing pod, walking inside of her room she claimed ever since killing J off. There in her room she saw N hanging above her bed, sleeping with his tail wrapped around the bar she installed for him. It made her giggle a little. The small detail she noticed was how ever since they met, N wouldn't go back to sleep in his room. He always slept on the bar Uzi got for him, a nice little touch to their dynamic.

But they were just friends...right?

Anyways, placing her backpack down, N heard the small little noise and his visor twitched for a moment before revealing two groggy little optics. He swung down, plopping himself onto the edge of her bed while rubbing said visor, tail wagging a little from seeing the purple worker.

"Uzi? Hey you're back early, how was school?"

"Oh, uh, it was...fine I guess." She stood still a little, her body was stiff, her head avoiding optical contact while biting her lip. N could tell something was off.

"Are you sure? You seem off..." Once again he made his advance, but Uzi just waved her hands shrugging him off, muttering her usual little: "Bite me!" before sitting down at her desk and grabbing a blueprint.

N pouted his bottom lip, crossing his arms in frustration that his...friend...wouldn't tell him what was wrong, but he knew better than to force it out of her. The two had a bit of a thing they did when days like this happened. She'd come in, be all quiet for a bit, working on whatever at her desk, before N wraps his tail around her waist and pets her head before she gave in and vents her frustrations.

Uzi however after getting the blueprint for her next railgun out, she realized she needed to grab a certain part, bending down to a box next to her, she reached a hand out, lightly scraping the tip of her finger with something really sharp. N was about to wrap his tail around her waist while she was distracted but pulled back once he heard her hiss in pain.

"Uzi are you okay?"

"Bite me! I'm fine, I just cut myself is all. I got some bandages in the med bay, I'll be right back."