Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)

Chapter 20: Forgetten Memories

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So important question....
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Which came first? The chicken or the egg?

(Hint: there is a wrong answer, and you will get banned if you answer wrong :p)

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"And that's everything that happened while you were gone." N sighed, looking at Y/n, both sitting outside, sitting on some sort of large machinery. Y/n went quiet, thinking for a few moments, N growing antsy as he couldn't read his friends thought process, but wasn't confident. "So, let me get this straight uh she, the worker drone, killed you, then you killed some of her people, talked in a hallway, and now are best friends?"

"W-Well there was a bit more context than that, but yeah. Basically." He would awkwardly chuckle, but quickly spoke up again. "B-But, she thinks she could fix the pod! And who knows, maybe even get off of Copper-9. Plus, we don't have to kill anymore, it's a win for everyone!" N tried hyping it up, however it didn't seem to work. "She's trying to kill everyone on Earth. And me. If you didn't get into that bunker when you did, she probably would have shot me dead the second she got home."

N didn't have an immediate response, trying to say something but his words ended up muted, trying to rationalize something inside his mind, however everything was blank, not a single thought coming to mind. "But...She didn't?" "Because you stopped her from reaching her room." Y/n spat back, N mentally slamming himself in the head for forgetting it. "Ah rightrightright!" He sputtered out, going back to thinking, and snapping his fingers with great eagerness when an idea came. "Ooh, we can just change her mind! Stop her from wanting to kill all humans! We just gotta be her friend and show how humans aren't all that bad. Problem solved!" N cheerfully spoke, seemingly proud with this genius idea he managed to cobble up. Eagerly awaiting Y/n's approval of this idea.

"I promise not to shoot her. That's it." Standing up Y/n left back to the pod, not listening further to any of N's pleads, the drone jogging behind him. Hopping into the pod he looked over to V and J, both having a chain around their necks that led to the walls, and their hands replaced with two bubble blowers for V, and two standard pens for J. Near the center console was Uzi, doing something to the inner components.

"Hey, I need to ask you something." Y/n spoke to Uzi, the drone not responding. "I'm talking to you." He continued, Uzi still unresponsive. Snapping his fingers in front of her face he tried getting her attention, along with waving his hand, only to get it slapped by Uzi, annoying the male. "I know you can hear me." He groaned, Uzi grabbing something from her toolbox, prying off a panel from the console. Annoyed he reached over, yanking her beanie off, which finally gained a reaction, snapping in his direction, swinging for her beanie back.

"Give that back!" She barked, Y/n holding it away. "Not until you tell me what the hell you did with the rest of my meds." "Ugh, why's it matter to you?" Uzi retorted with a huff. "Because they're mine and I need them to not be in pain!" She groaned exaggeratedly in response, slumping into the seat next to the command desk. "So what, you were gonna run out eventually." "That doesn't matter. Where the he-" "Ugh! Shut up already. They're destroyed. Wanted to see what they were made of." She waved him off, further infuriating Y/n further. "What the hell! Why? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I'd have killed you anyways so why not see what junk you had!" "That's not a good defense!" "Tha-" "Can you both stop yelling! Please." N suddenly interrupted the two, desperately looking between the two. Wanting the yelling between his friends to stop already, gaze shakey. 'Whatever.' They both grumbled simultaneously, Y/n throwing her beanie back at her face, causing her to stumble back a second, angrily putting it back on her head before going back to her work.