Divine Singularity || Reader x Murder Drones

IV

You swore that Tessa had to be doing this on purpose.

Since you had done such a good job on keeping Cyn out of trouble when the two of you were setting up for the business dinner, Tessa had managed to pair you up with her for a majority of her duties. You had asked why someone like N couldn't have done it, since he was by far the closest to Cyn, but apparently he had been here for years now and already had many duties to take care of. Because you were a recent addition, you hadn't been sacked with too many jobs, and as such you had now been assigned as Cyn's caretaker.

You didn't blame Tessa too much. In hindsight, it made sense. You had nothing to do, and Cyn couldn't do her job properly by herself. The answer was kind of self explanatory. But that didn't mean you had to like the situation you were in.

And speaking of Tessa, It had been a few days since you had healed her bruise, and since you had been paired with Cyn to keep her out of trouble for the foreseeable future.

Tessa and J had been extremely shocked and concerned on how the wound had somehow magically disappeared over night, but Tessa wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She chalked it up to the effects of the occult practices she did, which you had promptly learnt about one day after accidentally walking into her room while she was in the midst of some kind of charm making. You played along with what she thought was the truth, and had also taken it upon yourself to always go with Tessa every time she ventured out to the drone dump, to make sure you could keep her out of trouble, though you were far more attentive than last time.

Her parents...they made no remarks on how the bruise on Tessa had suddenly disappeared. Either they didn't care, or thought she was doing an astounding job of hiding it.

As for Cyn...well, you were beginning to get used to her presence. Not something you exactly wanted, but it was reassuring that you were slowly losing that chill that ran up your spine every time she was near. That night, where she had confessed she would consume you along with the world, was still stuck in your head and would replay from time to time. It honestly scared you, really thinking about it, but the fear was fading, slowly.

"Poke. Poke. Poke."

Though, now it was being replaced by annoyance.

"Stop that, you abomination."

Cyn did not relent. Instead, she shuffled closer to you. You were here helping Cyn with today's task of reshelving the library's books. Or, at least that's how it was supposed to be. Right now, Cyn seemed much more content with doing anything that wasn't her job, leaving you to do it by yourself. You groaned, rubbing your free hand down your screen.

"Poke. Poke. Poke."

"When Tessa assigned me to help you, she didn't mean just push all your duties onto me!" you snapped at Cyn. "And stop poking me!"

Cyn's finger froze mid-poke, hovering inches from your side. Her head tilted at an unnatural angle, considering whether she should comply—or simply poke you harder. You could practically hear her processors whirring in thought.

"Clarification," she said. "Tessa assigned you to assist me. No explicit orders were given regarding how much assistance."

You resisted the urge to slam the book you were holding onto the nearest surface—or better yet, on her head. Instead, you let out a long, exhausted sigh and shoved another thick tome onto the shelf. The library was enormous, lined wall-to-wall with ancient, leather-bound volumes that you were convinced no one had read in decades—not even James or Louisa, though they probably paraded the space around like intellectual trophies.

Cyn watched your every move with amusement, her optics bright with that familiar, dangerous glint. She began poking at the edge of a nearby shelf now, almost absentmindedly.