Love to murder for! (Yandere murder drone x male shy human reader)

Healing (Sneak peak serious this time)

Y/N watched in anticipation as a small shuttle landed in front of him. Ravage stood by his freind ready to act if whoever was piloting the ship were to attack Y/N.

The shuttle lands smoothly onto the snow slowly turning its thrusters off. Y/N held his shotgun tight and ravage was ready to send a distress signal. The shuttles front opened up and the ramp slammed down and then a lone figure wearing a brown coat a flak jacket and donning a red helmet walked down the ramp two pistols in hand.

????: So this is what copper-9 is like on the surface? It's as miserable as I thought it would be

Y/N: Who are you?! Where did you come from?

Ravage: It'd be wise to answer us.

The figure looks at Y/N a warm laugh emits from him showing a tone of relief.

????: So he was right you ARE still alive and kicking. Heh I knew you wouldn't go down so easily. You made the gun yourself?

Y/N: Y-yeah? Why?

????: I knew it you haven't lost your touch Y/N.

Y/N stumbles back who does this guy know his name? Ravage growls and readies himself for battle.

Y/N: H-HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?

Ravage: ANSWER HIM OR I'LL TEAR THE ANSWERS OUT!

????: Honestly Y/N I'm hurt how could you forget about your old college buddy that always kicked the teeth of anyone who hurt you?

The person slowly puts his guns back into thier holsters as to not frighten or spook Y/N and ravage and then pulled up his helmet placing it on his side showing his face to Y/N.

Y/N drops his gun and his eyes water up he looks in disbelief recognising the man in front of him who smiled at him. A sense of a brotherhood once thought lost rekindled in his heart the pain of telling his story to the girls earlier is washed by.

Y/N: (Cryings) Oh my god.........

Jason?

Is that......you?

Jason: I knew you'd remember my face Y/N.

Long time no see....old friend.