No Longer Human(Murder Drones X Male Reader)

Chapter 4- Another Tragedy

After weeks of intense training with his new squad, Y/n had mastered the basics of his new combat-ready body. The once foreign sensation of moving in a mechanical frame had become second nature, thanks in large part to Anderson's mentorship. Now, standing in a private meeting room, Y/n found himself alone with his father, who looked at him with a mix of pride and lingering sadness.

F/n: (softly, with a slight smile) "The company is impressed with your progress. You've adapted remarkably well, son. I'm proud of you."

Y/n: (smiling) "Thanks, Dad. That... means a lot. To be honest, I didn't imagine myself in military training."

They sat in silence for a moment, the room filled with an unspoken tension. For Y/n, it was a strange feeling—he was talking to his father, but in a new, unfamiliar body. Meanwhile, F/n seemed to be adjusting to the fact that his son was no longer physically human.

Finally, Y/n broke the silence, his tone more hesitant.

Y/n: "How's Mom been?"

F/n hesitated, clearly grappling with the right words. His shoulders seemed to slump, and he glanced away for a moment before answering.

F/n: "She's... she's doing her best. We had your funeral a few weeks ago. It's been hard on her. But she's trying, just like we all are."

Y/n's mechanical hands clenched slightly, the weight of his new existence settling heavily on him. He hadn't been able to say goodbye to his old life, and knowing his mother had to endure that alone was a hard truth to swallow.

Y/n: (quietly) "I see. And... what about Tessa? Have you heard from her?"

His father's expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

F/n: "Yes, I have. She's still adjusting too. Her family is hosting a gala this weekend. I'll be attending on behalf of the company. Your mother... she's not ready for something like that."

Y/n: (with a note of hope) "And... when do you think I'll get to see her?"

F/n looked at his son thoughtfully, choosing his words with care.

F/n: "In time, son. We need to make sure everything is in place before she sees you... like this. I want her to understand, and to be ready."

Y/n nodded, a little disappointed but understanding. He knew Tessa seeing him as a drone would be a shock, and he wanted it to be right.

F/n: "I know it's hard. But for now, focus on your training. The stronger you get, the closer we come to ensuring that, one day, she and your mother can be by your side again."

Y/n managed a small smile. This new life was complicated, but his father's words gave him a sense of purpose. He wasn't just fighting for himself; he was fighting for a future where he could reconnect with the people he loved.

F/n: "Until we can arrange a proper meeting with your mother and Tessa... this will have to do."

With a steady hand, F/n slid a small stack of photos across the table to Y/n. Y/n looked down at them, each image sparking memories that felt both close and distant. He picked up the first one and immediately recognized the familiar faces—himself, Tessa, and the drones, all together on one of those days that seemed so ordinary at the time. A pang of nostalgia hit him as he remembered the laughter and how carefree everything felt.

He turned to the next photo. It was prom night. In the picture, he and Tessa stood close, smiling at the camera. Tessa was dressed in her favorite black dress, her hair done up with the bow she wore that night—a memory so vivid, Y/n could almost smell her perfume and feel the excitement of that evening. He'd nearly forgotten how perfect she looked in that dress, how his heart raced when he saw her in it.