Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

♡Part 6: Outcasts (Vizzy)

Uzi's POV, takes place after episode 6.
Nuzi centric chapter, but for good reason!! Sorry to have left you on a cliffhanger still ;w;!! Just wait for the next chapter, very cutesy!
Written: 11/28/23-12/2/23

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My arm is gone. I'm gone. There's something else inside me. I can feel it creeping around the edges of my thoughts.

I can hear her laugh.

But I'm not in my body right now, I've fallen deep into my mind. I'm in a place where the pain can't hurt me and I can't hear N screaming for V. I'm in a place so icy cold that I wonder if I'll ever be warm again.

All I have now are my memories. Where did it all go wrong? How did it get to this?

I miss Mom. She would have the answers. I know Dad's trying, but I still look at him and see the look in his eyes the day he left me for dead.

Which I guess leaving me for dead is totally something he would do. THANKS, DAD.

Not that he can hear me. Or anyone. Will I ever wake up? Am I dead already? Do robots have an afterlife? No, I'm not dead. If I focus, I can hear N yelling and feel the pain I my arm... or lack thereof.

Honestly, hearing N scream like that hurts worse than my arm being amputated. He sounds so broken. He said we'd figure this out together, but he's been supporting me this whole time. That needs to change. N needs someone there for him. I'll do better. I'm trying. I don't want him to hurt.

It's not fair, how he loved V and she hurt him. It's not fair that she changed and sacrificed herself and that hurt him more.

He doesn't deserve to be hurt. He's barely even an adult.

"Same with you," something whispers back.

I whirl around, searching the darkness I'm floating in. Or maybe I'm sinking in it. Either way, nobody's there.

N needs someone there for him. I know what it's like to be alone.

A familiar scene unfolds in front of me, the vision like paint clouding water, but I can make out shapes and sounds. It's the day after my mom's funeral. I'm in my room on my bed, just blankly staring at the ceiling. I look so young.

I remember Dad left a note saying he was going to be taking extra shifts and to find somewhere to stay so that I wouldn't be home alone. I thought about asking Thad, but I didn't want know him that well back then. There was nobody else. The world felt so big and empty, its vastness a crushing weight on my chest.

"Get up," I command Little-Me. Nothing happens. I'm not surprised, it's only a a memory.

I close my eyes and will a different memory forward. When I open my eyes, I sitting in a class full of bustling students. The teacher just announced a group project. Students are pairing up, and I'm left searching. It doesn't matter though, nobody will look me in the eyes. "And that's everyone," the teacher says. "Class dismissed."

Peers file out of the room and I'm left like a fish swimming against its school. "I didn't get a group," Little-Me mumbles. I was a lot quieter back then.

The teacher has the dignity to look at least a little embarrassed. "Oh, sorry kid." He shuffles his feet and coughs. "Welp, better ge going." And then he's gone too and I'm all alone. Again.

"Tragic little Worker Drone," the disembodied voice teases in a song-like voice.

The voice sounded like the laugh from the thing inside me. It's the girl stealing my body. She's used me and N is afraid of her. N cut off my arm in fear of her controlling me. She's dangerous.