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

Chapter 24: After Party

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So, before we begin two things, first is if you get kinda squeamish around skin decay, and basically stuff at the end of last chapter, that's present once again, but in more detail.

And secondly wanted to bring up the one-shot book on my account. Figured we'd post it here for you all to know about, cause we have shown it before, but that announcement was up for like 4 days, so we're putting in a more permanent announcement. Right now its got two chapters, one Christmassy, the other having our adorable maid V as the center point. So if that may intrigue you, please check it out. Anyways, back to the story.

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Inside her bedroom, Uzi pulled her hoodie over her head and left the zipper down. Too lazy to deal with it right now, sitting on the bed, pulling her mother's dress over her lap. Lifting it up, Uzi examined the dress, thankful there were no stains left over it, the damage only being dirt from the scuffle, nothing a quick clean can't fix. However, something that couldn't be fixed as easily were the gloves, grabbing the left one, looking to where the palm lay, she stuck her finger through the hole, the memory of the blade still fresh in her mind. 'Dammit.' Uzi muttered in disappointment, resting her arms in her lap as she laid down for a moment, cursing at herself for being so damn reckless.

Tossing the glove onto her pillows, she stood and headed to the living room, hands stuffed in her pockets. "How long do you idiots plan on staying?" Uzi quickly questioned, glaring at the three disassembly drones. Not wasting a second getting to her main complaint. "Oh uh, I was thinking may-" "Ow! What the hell?!" N was quickly cut off by Uzi's shout, snapping behind to glare at the kitchen doorway where V was, a Tupperware dish on the floor in front of her. "Yo, where's the food around here loser?"

"I'm not telling you, the hell do you think I am some charity?" Uzi spat, V exiting the kitchen. "But I'm hungry!" She groaned, Uzi's eye twitching in annoyance. "Then starve!" "Ugh, come on, just tell me tiny. Unless you want me to eat you instead." V gave her alternative, Uzi disagreeing for some odd reason. Apparently she doesn't want to get brutally eaten alive, which V couldn't make sense of. While the two continued going back and forth, N looked over to the doorway, J standing still, looking at the doorway. Standing up, he walked over and tapped her shoulder. "What do you want?" She calmly asked in a dry tone, not looking away. "Just wondering if you're okay boss; you seem pretty out of it."

J didn't immediately answer, wondering if it was worth talking to him about her inner turmoil, eventually giving in, finally glancing over. "Why do you care? Traitor." J spat, N's expression faltering slightly. "Well, because I haven't seen you look this conflicted before. We don't have to talk but... You could just rant, and I'd listen?" N tried to ease J into a conversation, and she seemed to think for a minute but ended up turning away, facing the door. N sighing in defeat. "Well, you know where to find me boss." He stepped away and sat next to Uzi, of whom was upset now after her lovely conversation with V had finished.

Uzi angrily put on the TV, watching the show for a few minutes before his attention was taken to the bathroom door, Y/n leaning out, his suit top still discarded, skin-tight bodysuit zipped back up. "U-Uh, hey, Uzi, So uh... D-Does your guys's water work for the shower?" He questioned, leaning against the doorway, only part of his body leaned out. "Yeah, what's it to you?" She inquired, looking up and down at the disheveled human. "Can I, uh, use your guys shower? Just, just a bit uh... Yeah." He stammered, rubbing his forehead, words failing him. "Why the hell should I do that?" She barked back, staring him up and down in confusion. "B-Be, uh because it'd be nice? Just uh, the suit doesn't really help keep me clean, and it's been a long time. M-My hair also isn't really the best. Greasy, tangled, a-all that junk. But uh, yeah, so could I? Also maybe borrow a towel?" He quickly spoke, coming up with whatever reason his dazed mind could conjure. Uzi was ready to shoot down the idea, but after glancing over to N she sighed in defeat, shaking her head. "You get 15 minutes. Any longer, I will make the water ice cold. Towels are under the sink." She grumbled, Y/n thanking her a few times before closing the door. "And don't use my stuff!" She yelled out before the door could fully close, hearing a muffled 'got it' from the other side. 'What an idiot.' Uzi huffed, focusing back on the anime.