Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

Competition for N's Love Pt. 2

A/N: Request from @SpeedyHen1234 N x V.  This takes place after EP. 2, this is part two of four.  Enjoy!

A few days passed by with K being in the landing pod, N considered her a genuine friend while V couldn't have been more annoyed. One day N had gone out to go hunting for some oil he could scrounge up for them, leaving the two females alone in the control room.

"So, V," K began, "Do you by chance like N?" This drew her attention, making her shoot up and look at K with feral optics, pointing her tail at her like she was about to strike.

"Why?" Was all V said, clearly on the edge of being ready to fight.

"Easy now, I was simply inquiring. He seems like a nice guy, so innocent. I was asking because I have a small little interest in him myself." The thing about K was that she was blunt around V, yet she walked around eggshells when it came to N. Those kinds of people pissed V off, they'd fake personalities, revealing their true colors once they were of no use to them.

"You leave him alone. I'm only protecting him from things we shouldn't be sticking our noses in, there is no time for romance."

"Really now? It seems like to me you're just trying to keep him to yourself V, or am I wrong?" K laughed, V had enough and swung K across the room. The seductive female murder drone picked herself up like it was no bother, sitting in the chair the male murder drone usually sat in. "I'll tell you what, how about a little competition."

"Competition?" Now it was time V became confused, tilting her head while looking at the bitch of a drone in front of her.

"Yeah, you know. Just some playful little competition."

"And what would this 'competition' consist off?"

"Whoever is the nicest to N, and gets a kiss first, wins. The winner gets N, and the loser just sucks it up." K teased, V's visor flushed with embarrassment and anger. She crossed her arms and turned away.

"Fine..."

The day went on, and the two girls began their advances. N returned with a scarce amount of oil, a little disappointed in himself for not finding any workers, but ever since the eldritch J incident, rarely any workers had come out of the bunker, meaning they had to make more trips around different cities to get their oil. K cooed to him, telling him it was okay. V thought she had about lost already when the two made close contact, but luckily N just went and sulked in his room, completely dismissing K. She huffed in frustration as V smirked.

Speaking of V, she went hunting, gathering so many workers that it was bound to last them a couple of months. She brought some to N, making him grateful to her, smiling, she pats his head. She remembered how happy he was back at the manner, the same smile appearing on his face now. She wanted to lean in right then and there, but her smile faltered, an unsure feeling in her core appearing. She just nodded and waved to him before leaving the room. K was outside of the door watching the whole thing, a cocky grin making its way to her face. V only rolled her optics.

"DON'T patronize me." She told the other female, who only held her robotic hands up and walked away.

The next day K's advances started, she seemed to try to get a little more touchy and sexual with N. Anywhere from massaging his shoulders to patting his hair, she did try a couple of times to actually kiss him, but every time N seemed to move away just in the nick of time, making her frustrated. Finally, there was an idea that came to her mind. She smirked, heading to her own little pod to begin and devise her plan.

Meanwhile, V was muttering to herself, gathering different worker parts to make something she'd think N would enjoy.

"Why am I doing this for him?" She asked herself,

Is it possible I really do still love him after all this time?

Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt her core beginning to hum just thinking about it. She groaned, rolling her head to the side. "Damn it."

About an hour later she finished her little project she was working on, holding it up and kind of praising herself for creating such a cute thing. It was a rare occasion whenever V felt this way, making her think of the good-old times. Not that N would remember, but he loved doing these specific things in particular, always making them with Tessa and Cyn, he even surprised V herself with one once. The memory never left her. In fact, she marked it in her favorites.

Walking into the landing pod with the project behind her back, she saw N looking at a book about golden retrievers. She smiled to herself.

Even in your murder unit you still find the books about dogs...

"Hey, N." V called out to him, he lifted his head up and smiled when seeing her, relieved it was her and not some other female drone.

"Hey V! Whatcha got behind your back?" He inquired. V hesitated for a second, but she decided to follow through with it. Closing her optics she held it out to him. Time went still for a moment before the object was lifted from her hands. She opened her optics and saw N admiring what she made.

It was a metal flower crown.

"Oh, V. This is amazing! You made this?" She nodded, letting out a small 'Mhm'. He chuckled, taking her hand to go sit down in the chairs. He placed the flower crown back in her hands for a moment before he took his pilot's cap off, putting it to the side. He then took it back from V and placed it on top of his head. His visor glitched a little, almost like he was recalling a memory once it was on his head. And in that moment he gave V that smile she always loved to see.

N looked at his pilots cap before picking it up and putting it on V's head, laughing a little as he did so.

"You look good pilot V!" N exclaimed. V couldn't hold herself back anymore and began to laugh. She didn't care if in that moment they didn't kiss, for some reason she'd always hold this memory dear. It was nice, until K came back into the pod. V rolled her optics, a little distraught at the moment being ruined.

K looked between the two, seeing the flower crown on N's head and the pilot's cap on the female. She snickered, placing a hand on her hip, it seemed to be her comfort pose.

"Really? Flower crowns? Just how pathetic are you?" K asked, N seemed to get a little angry, opening his mouth to say something but V beat him to it.

"I haven't seen you be successful all that much either! Why are you here anyway?"

"Oh, right. Hey N~?" K strutted over to him before unbuttoning the top-half of her maroon polo. N squeaked when seeing her breasts jump out in some kind of lacey bra she had on. "I need your help. Does this color look good or should I go with something darker?"

K started advancing towards him right in front of V, she was about to straddle his lap, and N looked to V, absolutely terrified. She jumped up and pulled K off of him, making her fall to the floor.

"Ouch! Hey! What was that for?!" K whined and V just laughed in a dark manner.

"You think you can get him by just STRIPPING? That's not being flirty K that's sexual harassment! He clearly didn't like it!" V pointed out, N sighed in relief at her save. That was when he noticed their context.

Are they fighting over me? Why?

"Oh like you're any better! I know you want to fuck him just as much as I do!" K argued, V got pissed and walked up to her, visor-to-visor.

"Don't talk to him like that! N's not some object you can fuck whenever you feel like it! Right, N?"

"..."

"N?" V turned her head, only to see N's visor loading until it popped up with a bunch of unknown windows. He had gotten so flustered that his systems restarted, making him pass out.

The two girls looked to one another, then back at N.

"Oh shit."

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