Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

Munchies

A/N: Request from @sharkiewarlie Uzi x V x N.  Mentions smoking weed, and for those of you who don't know what munchies are, its when people get hungry and eat junk food after smoking that kind of stuff. (To put it in simple terms).  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!

Uzi snuck down the halls of the colony, making sure with each and every turn she took, she wasn't being followed. The air was cold around her, the wind howling through the racked floor sneaking in from the outside. Looking around the final left turn she made, she spotted the very figure she made the trip all the way for. Keeping herself in the shadows, clinging to the wall, she walked up to none other than Sam, the resident dealer inside of the colony. Everyone knew if they wanted a good time to come to him, he had things no one else had.

"You got the stuff?" Uzi asked, fumbling with her own trade in her pockets.

"Depends, you got what I asked for?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. She rolled her optics and showed him a bag of a couple of magnets. He smirked before digging into his backpack and handing her a bag, while she handed over the magnets. "Nice doing business with you. If you want anymore, you know where to find me."

"Yeah...thanks. Hey-why do you prefer magnets in the first place? I'm curious." The purple worker asked him, he just chuckled.

"Don't know...it just gives off a buzz better than weed you know? I like the feeling."

"Okay then...thanks again." She waved as she left. She put her reward in her own backpack and continued on as normal, like every other worker inside of the colony. Carrying the goods back to her place gave her an adrenaline rush, there was just something about it that made her feel good. Along with being an angsty and rebellious teen, she herself was still insecure, still carried anxiety within her programming. This helped her with that, it allowed her robotic joints to ease up and kick her feet back.

As the purple worker entered her dark room, she sighed at the relief of finally being home. The smell of her strong perfume glazing over the place, making her slide against the cold and metal door. Turning on the light, her sense of peace was interrupted by V clearing her throat looking pissed, while N sat on the bed and his arms were crossed.

"Oh robo-jesus! What are you two doing here so early?" The purple worker jumped, flinging her backpack to a corner, secretly hoping they don't go and check the damn thing for crayons or any other random shit they usually needed. V however just smirked.

"I saw your little meet up with that worker. I'll make you a deal, you share some of the good stuff, and I won't tell Khan his daughter is secretly dealing with the local stoner." The female murderer cocked her head to the side, relishing in seeing the purple worker struggle out a sigh.

"Dude come on; I had to sneak five magnets just to get this stuff!" She whined, but V shook her head, not budging from her deal, she slowly picked her phone up, acting as if going to dial Khans number. "Okay! Okay, whatever. Just get over here and come roll one already." Pissed off that V got to her, she angrily rolled up her blunt and lit it up, inhaling the substance in her robotic lungs before exhaling. She breathed a sigh of relief.

V did the same, the two girls just kicking back inside of the purple worker's room. However, N slowly crawled his way on the bed towards Uzi. He looked down at the blunt in her hand, then at her. She smirked, understanding what he was wanting. She took another hit, grabbing his chin and she locked their lips. She blew down his throat, making him grip her tight and moan. The substance seeped through his systems, hit after hit, giving him a second-hand high. V pouted and pulled Uzi off of him, kissing the worker herself roughly instead. N growled and attacked Uzi's neck, making her moan. V and Uzi's tongues danced together as the male murder drone sunk his teeth into the workers metal.