Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

I Couldn't Save Him

TRIGGER  WARNING: Includes panic attacks, vomiting, gore, hyperventilation, and some other angsty ass shit.  Request from @RandomXaviar N x V. Angst + Comfort.  IF ANYONE HAS A REQUEST THEY WOULD LIKE TO PUT DOWN, PLEASE GO TO MY SECOND VOLUME OF ONESHOTS ON MY PROFILE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER. I AM FINISHING UP THE ONESHOTS ON HERE AND THE BOOK WILL BE ENDING SOON, BUT THE SECOND VOLUME IS UP AND MORE ONESHOTS WILL BE POSTED ON THERE.  Anyways, enjoy!

V lay on Lizzy's bed while the blond worker herself was scrolling away on her phone. It was quiet, the sound of random shit being played through the little device. The sounds began to blend together, Lizzy's phone, her own core humming, the ringing in her audio sensors, her own breathing that was picking up in pace, and finally, the clock. She looked up at the ticking object above the door, something inside of her snapped, she began to whimper.

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...

Her optics opened again in a panic, the next thing V knew she was suddenly back in the Elliot manner, her worker unit running as fast as it could. She heard Cyn laughing throughout the mansion, her broken voice mixing in with the screams of the people being murdered within the ballroom at the gala. Her world was crumbling around her, eldritch robotic centipede parts rotating in every corner and side she dared to look.

"N?" V called out to the butler, yet she heard nothing. V raced to the end of the hallway, giving her two choices to turn either left, or right. "N?!" She called out again in a panic, her own breath beginning to catch up to her.

"V?!" N's voice screamed out. She looked to her left and saw the butler running towards her. She let out a sigh of relief before running towards him. N's expression on his visor turned into a smile, V almost got to him, their hands about to interlock with one another again after they had done so many times before.

SLASH!

She stopped in her tracks, optics hollowing in shock. N's body slowly slumped against her, slowly leaving his oil across her uniform as he fell to the floor, his decapitated head rolling off to the side. She shook her head repeatedly, taking a few steps back, not believing the sight in front of her eyes.

"NO! N! NO!" She sobbed, V twirled around, hearing Cyn's laughter approach closer to her. She ground her teeth together, her voice seething in anger. "YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T HURT HIM! YOU LIAR!!!" V cried out, straining her voice box, but she didn't care. Her core burned, making her fall to her knees. An eldritch arm wrapped itself around her ankle, pulling within one swift motion and dragging her to the ballroom. She screamed once again, trying to grab anything to hold onto in order to stop her from meeting her demise, but no matter how hard she tried, all it did was graze her metal and make her fingertips leak out oil.

"Cyn...please...don't..." The traumatized worker turned her head to the side, a flash of lightning revealed her laying next to Tessa's dead corpse, eyes open and widened from a horror she faced. "Oh GOD!" V cried out, inching away from the dead girl and her parents. She began to gag at the smell of decaying bodies inside of the room, the mechanical smell of blood filling her digital senses. V became pinned to the ground, being flipped over to face none other than the eldritch horror herself.

"Hello. V. You're...next. Hah..haha!" Cyn's laughter went into another fit of hysteria, grabbing the workers shoulder before tearing the limb right off. Oil spewed out of her as V screamed in agony. Her last look of the world was Cyn tearing her limb from limb, feeling nothing but pain, and the disappointment of not being able to save her lover in time.

***

"AHHH!" V screeched, shooting up. She looked around frantically, her systems going into hyperdrive, her body not taking a break to breathe. She found N next to her, trying to calm her down while rubbing her back. She slapped him off in a panic from the sudden touch. The female murder drone felt a rise in her throat, covering her mouth she ran out and vomited in the snow. A burning went up her esophagus as she felt someone hold back her hair from her face.

V looked up to see the male murder drone, his face full of concern at her own tear-stained visor and oil covered lips. She wiped her mouth before sniffling, feeling like absolute shit. She pushed her head into the nice and cold snow, waiting for everything to go quiet. One second, two seconds, three seconds...it was silent. She could finally hear her own breath and looked back at N. Tired and exhausted, she didn't have the energy to leap into his waist but opted for just completely falling into his embrace.

"Hey, hey...there you are V. It's going to be okay." He cooed to her, stroking her hair. She looked at him with no emotion, pure exhaustion taking over.

"I'm sorry..." V whined. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop her..."

N's optics hollowed, realizing what she was talking about. That day was horrifying to all of them, sometimes he felt bad for J being deceased, knowing that even in death there was no escape, just hell.

Taking a deep breath himself, N slowly picked V up as to not startle her, the poor thing practically dangling in his arms as he carried her back inside. She had one of her more severe episodes, making her go completely out of commission. He took her to the resting quarters, laying her on the bed. He laid next to her, taking his hand in hers and whispering nothing but sweet comments in her audio sensors.

"I still love you..." She croaked and shook her head. "I'm trying to protect you...but I can't keep staying away. It hurts."

"I know you do, V. I still love you too, I always have, remember?" N cupped her cheek and she smiled weakly, nodding at him. The two inched closer, softly connecting their lips. "Come on, let's get some sleep. We can talk more once you've had some rest." The two murder drones cuddled into one another, V automatically feeling safer in the male's arms. She might not have figured everything out, but she still had him this time, safe and sound.

***

Lizzy sat on the edge of her bed in her room, recalling the events that had just transpired. It all happened in a blur, one moment she was laughing at some stupid cat video on her phone, the next she heard V whimpering, screaming out of context. She leapt to her side, the female murder drone's visor was glitching out and her body was spasming out. She called for N on her phone, the male murder drone bursting through her vent not more than a few minutes later. He nodded and thanked Lizzy for her help before rushing her to the landing pod, leaving the blond worker behind.

The events made Lizzy think back to prom, how after the trio left Doll's body behind as they went to explore her residence. She had snuck back in and knelt next to the now-dead Russian worker. Tears rolled out of her optics, holding her hand until she had enough strength to get up again. Her flashback ended, and she took a deep breath, the vents suddenly looked a lot more interesting.

"Why...?"

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