Divine Singularity || Reader x Murder Drones

IV

It had been a few days since you arrived at the Elliot manor. The tasks weren't difficult, just the kind of work that felt designed to drain your spirit through sheer, unrelenting monotony. Watering plants, dusting rooms no one ever seemed to enter, small repairs—mundane activities that did little more than occupy your hands while your mind drifted elsewhere. You found yourself bored more often than not, which was probably why you spent most of your free time in the garage—your makeshift sanctuary.

Tessa had been kind enough to let you stay there, even though her parents weren't aware of your presence. The garage was unused, a forgotten space, and she wasn't too worried about anyone stumbling across you. You appreciated the solitude, though. It gave you room to breathe, to think, and most importantly, to experiment.

The real highlight of your time here was the quiet moments when you could test your powers. Since you'd arrived, you'd been pushing their boundaries, and it was paying off. Every day, you felt your control tighten, your abilities sharpen. They had grown exponentially in just a few short days, and with them, new capabilities had begun to surface—each more fascinating than the last.

Now, seated in the dimly lit corner of the garage, you found yourself playing with those powers again. A simple ball bounced rhythmically against the concrete floor, the repetitive thud comforting in its predictability. But that wasn't the real fun. You pointed a finger at the ball, focusing on the familiar warmth rising through your hand, a surge of energy that hummed beneath your skin.

The ball glowed a soft purple, its movement halting mid—air. Above it, a holographic lock icon flickered into existence, radiating with the same violet hue.

>Object Lock<

You waved your hand beneath the ball, a satisfied hum escaping your lips as it hung there, defying gravity. It was a small thing, really, but it felt significant. You snapped your fingers, the lock disappearing in a flicker of light, and the ball resumed its descent, bouncing again until you caught it in your palm with ease.

There was a thrill in this—an almost childlike glee at discovering what you could do. So many other possibilities danced at the edges of your mind, powers you hadn't yet unlocked, abilities you couldn't wait to test. It was like standing at the edge of a vast unknown, and you couldn't help but wonder just how far these powers could go. How strong would you become with time? How much could you accomplish once you had full control?

You also wondered when you would be stronger than her .

Of course, you were referring to the cosmic horror in the drone body—Cyn. To your fortune, you had barely any interactions with her after the day you arrived, but on the rare occasion you did see her, she took the chance to flaunt her power when no one else but you was watching. When it was just the two of you, she'd abandon her disguise, showing off her true eldritch power for you to witness.

And to be fair, Cyn was stronger than you. For now, at least. She had been online for God knows how long, wielding her powers while you weren't even conscious yet. You weren't naive enough to think you could outmatch her yet, and you didn't hold it against yourself. She had time on her side—years probably. All you needed was a fraction of that time. You were sure of it. You just needed to keep honing your abilities, refining your control.

It was only a matter of time before you surpassed her. And when that day came, well... you weren't entirely sure what that would mean.

You clenched your fist, the small rubber ball bouncing rhythmically off the garage floor, the steady thud serving as a kind of background hum. The sound, so simple and repetitive, was oddly soothing. It filled the quiet space in a way that allowed your thoughts to drift, and for a brief moment, you let yourself melt into that small peace.