Divine Singularity || Reader x Murder Drones

VII

You perched on the edge of Tessa's bed, your fingers absently tracing the intricate stitching of the quilt. Tessa was outside, murmuring to V, asking if she was alright and what had happened. You could almost picture her pacing around like a worried parent, concern etching deeper into her brow whenever V assured her that she was fine. You didn't dare to move away from your spot, less you upset Tessa even more than you already had. Fortunately, you didn't have any reason to move in the first place. If anything, the silence and wait gave you time to think about everything that happened while you dutifully awaited Tessa to reprimand you.

You shifted, seeking a more comfortable spot. Your mind, ever the restless observer, fixated on the revelation about Cyn. She loathed when your focus deviated away from herself. There was something off-putting yet almost amusing in her possessiveness—how transparent it made her. And in that amusement, an idea had formed.

Cyn had been messing with you the entire duration of your stay here. Was it not time you gave her a taste of her own medicine?

You already had a clue on what you were to do. Your friendship with N was probably the least useful, as it seemed Cyn herself was quite close with him and had no trouble when you and him interacted. V, however, had a purpose. You had already offered the service of helping her with her confidence issues. The more you worked together, the closer you would become, an inevitable side effect of shared effort and time. Cyn already didn't like you talking to V, evident by how she was purposefully trying to antagonise you and even warned you of getting close to other drones, so you were sure that this would make her fume beyond belief.

And then there was J.

J intrigued you in ways the others didn't. Since the day you revealed your role in healing Tessa's wounds, her curiosity had been... very obvious, though she never voiced it. That silence was its own language, one you found oddly comforting. She hadn't told anyone of how you were able to heal Tessa's wounds so quickly, and unlike the others, matched your loyalty to Tessa with the same intensity. J, more than the other two, seemed like a drone you could genuinely get along with and enjoy it in the process. And that wasn't even mentioning how Cyn seemed to have a particular disdain for J, making her even more valuable to your little scheme. The problem was just finding a good way to interact with her, something to bring the two of you together. You didn't have to worry about J for now, since you would be occupied with getting closer to V, but it wouldn't hurt to start planning early.

In the muted glow of the room, you allowed yourself a faint smirk. There was a strange satisfaction in the waiting, in the thinking, in the knowing that after Tessa was done with her little lecture, you'd be ready. Ready to act, to plan, and to stir the waters as Cyn had done with you. An eye for an eye, as they say.

But those plans were still just small in the grand scheme of things.

You still had to worry about Cyn and whatever she was planning, and had to find a way to get rid of her. And to do that, you needed to grow, you needed to get stronger.

You still needed to find some solution to Tessa's parents. You hated seeing the girl you had grown so attached to get hurt over the most trivial things. Something needed to be done, sooner or later.

And those dreams.

A brief shiver shot through your metal shell. Those dreams were still lingering in the back of your mind. You could still feel it, the sensation of flesh rather than the certainty of metal. It felt off. It felt unfamiliar... yet, it was familiar too at the same time. The dreams felt like they bordered on the bridge of imagination, and something important, something real. And that image of your empty drone husk, staring back at you. It made you feel... weird feelings.