Murder Drones: The survivor

Chapter 19: Getting back to the bunker

(A/N: Hello! I am here with another chapter, they will be updated when I feel like it, sorry (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠'⁠；⁠) have fun reading)

They didn't even have to get far before they saw V holding something in her arms. They immediately realised that it was in fact Uzi. Both disassembler and sentinel run faster towards them.

The state they saw their friend was fatal. Her wounds were deep with oil on both her torso, arms and legs. V was dirty because of it but it seemed that it didn't bother her, or she was just good at hiding it... It was probably the second.

- "...V? W-what happened to her?" - N said. His tearful gaze does not leave the body of the purple-haired drone.

- "... There's a drone in the room I snatched Uzi from. She's barely alive. Take her N... There's also Uzi's railgun I forgot to take. You know what to do." - the female disassembly drone said in a serious angry tone. N just nodded, bolting there as fast as he could and got back with Alice, who was really hurt, albeit not dead and a railgun strapped on his back.

- "Who is that V? What do you need her for?" - N asked obliviously.

- "... The whole reason we are here is because of her. She is our toy now... You can play with her if you want to... No one touches my things..." - V had that crazy smile again, her whole visor was covered by a yellow cross. Why yes, she didn't consider Uzi a thing anymore, she remembered how she hated to be called 'her toy' which was funny to her then.

N understood the implications of this and his face was obscured by the anger V also held. If what he suspected was true, the antlered drone was the one who kidnapped his friend.

- "I will... What about the kid?"

- "... Let's not do anything reckless... We don't know what was its part in all this... Although I am pretty sure it was pretty much linvolved, Uzi didn't say anything about it, perhaps because of her state."

N nodded his head and the three of them decided to go to the exit, out of this horrible place.

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They arrived safely at Uzi's bunker, V never actually leaving the purple-haired worker out of her embrace, sitting on the bed, combing through the goth's hair, N was on the bed too, observing the state his friend was is with a sentinel wrapped around them all, still distraught from this situation.

Alice and Beau were restrained from moving, wrapped in the disassembly drones tails, with the tip near their visors in threatning manner.

Two of the drones looked at each other with fear regarding their friend.

- "V? What's the plan? We can't stay here, J would suspect something... But I don't want to leave Uzi alone too... And what to do about her wounds? She wore bandages earlier, and I think that means her wounds didn't want to heal before, and what if they can't now? What if she is beyond repairs? What if she'll di-" - his rambling was cut off by the agitated female disassembly drone.

- "No. Don't finish this sentence. She's asleep and alive... But you're right... Maybe our saliva could help? It does have healing capabilities, it wouldn't harm to try" - Reasoned V, then they could hear the voice of Alice, slurred because of the attack.

- "E-even if ya' do... Er' wounds... Wouldn't h-heal properly... I used nanite acid on t-those... A-and if left unhealed i-it leaves scars..." - While she was in this state, the orange eyed drone was still unapologetic.

- "Oh? Is our toy beginning to talk? Don't sink any deeper, because your fate will be even worse than the one I have already planned for you." - The tip of V's tail let out a droplet of the acid on Alice's visor and it began to eat it away. She hissed in pain and both disassembles laughed cruelly.

N wasn't the one who liked violence but seeing how much this drone messed their friend up, she deserved what was coming for her.

V meanwhile was enjoying herself, making the reason that the purple toaster suffered, sufferes just like her. She grinned maniacaly and turned her attention to the drone she had arms around.

V's smile turned into a frown as she looked at her. Uzi's face was twisted into a grimace. She was in pain despite her sleeping state.

The disassembly drone winced as she had an idea of what to do. If she just spat at those wounds she wouldn't get her saliva in every place, if she spat at her hands and then rubbed it in, it would still be insufficient, she could damage something further and besides she wouldn't get it into some places too.

That only left her one option, and she really didn't want to do it.

- "Forgive me, for I too don't want to do it" - then the female disassembler nudged N who moved away, and she laid Uzi's unconscious body onto the bed.

After taking a deep sigh, V stood up, looking down at the first wound on the goth's arm. Robo-god, she really didn't want to do this...

Her mouth hoovered over there for a good minute before she finally licked the wound. The taste of oil overwhelmed her processor. It was truly the best tasting oil she ever tasted. But now it was really not the time to let her senses get over her head.

She was slow in her movements, wanting to be as precise as possible, but on the back of her head, she wanted to savour that taste, for her own selfish desire...

V pulled back, to look if it was working, and as the antlered drone said it, the wounds were healing, but they left nasty scars. The female disassembly drone winced again, but she had to continue.

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The wounds were all patched up even her cracked visor, albeit not all of them were healed. V was hovering over the wound leading to Uzi's core for a few minutes. N was sitting on a chair, looking away with blush on his face, the sentinel on the other hand, was watching, as if making sure Uzi didn't undergo more pain, and Beau with Alice were not interested in whatever was happening, with the UNN just sitting down quietly, and the orange eyed drone still hissing in pain from the nanite acid too busy to notice what was happening.

The tall female drone cursed under her breath, also blushing. The core was the most important thing in the body of a drone, so it was really intimate. V braced herself again and licked the wound, her tongue touching her core for a second. The sparks flew for a bit and V got scared that something went wrong, but when she pulled back again, there was nothing wrong. All wounds were patched up, sadly with scars but now at least closed off.

The female murder drone sighed under her breath, still blushing, her taste buds still having the taste of the purple-haired worker's oil.

- "It's done N..." - V announced, looking away from everyone.

- "Y-yeah... How did that go? It did help, right?" - N asked, hope written on his face.

- "It did, but as the antlered bitch said, It left some scarring." - V was composed now, sitting on a bed, looking at the goth. N came over to her too.

- "What now V? She doesn't look like she's about to wake up any time soon, and you know we can't bring her with us, besides we have to decide on what to do with those two" - The male disassembler point at Beau and Alice, who were still tied up with their tails.

- "I know what I want to do with these... Drones. I trust the sentinel will be here until we get back" - V said, dragging along their new toys along with N. The sentinel went and curled up around its owner, purring softly, waiting for her to wake up.

And with that, both of them left the bunker, still worried about their friend but determined to come back there tomorrow no matter what. J wouldn't stop them now, because last time they were held off, their friend underwent hell.

(A/N: Hope you liked it! Idk, the story writes itself but I have the idea on what I will do with Alice and Beau, but that would be the problem for the future. Hope you have a great day/ night)