Divine Singularity || Reader x Murder Drones

Mini Chapter: The Dolls

(A short little non-canon spin off chapter, set in the world of the Glitch Inn.)

All of the Murder Drones cast were currently crammed into the Glitch Inn's cozy-but-chaotic lounge. The decor was something you could appreciate, being total oak wood and stone, giving an almost "cabin in the woods" type vibe that you found oh so cozy.

At the center of the room, dragging not one, but two briefcases across the floor with little to no effort at all, was Tessa—the group's lone human and de facto head.

The others sat around in various degrees of curiosity, boredom, and indifference.

"Why did you call us here, human?" Uzi asked, arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. She practically spit out the word like it was battery acid. Even after all this time, she never really got over her dislike of humans.

You sat up instantly from your recliner, glaring at her with an intensity that made your optics glow brighter. "Watch your tone when you speak to Tessa, little purple midget," you hissed.

"What did you just call me—?!"

"Ahem!"

All heads turned sharply to the center as Tessa, looking far too pleased with herself and hugging one of the briefcases close to her chest.

N, ever the diplomatic cinnamon roll, gently reached over and tugged Uzi to his side before a fight could break out between the Inn's two of three purple inhabitants.

"Shh, let's all be nice," he whispered like a parent to a child. "You can't say you aren't curious about why we're all here."

Uzi grumbled, still glaring at you. You glared right back, until both of you got distracted by the real event: Tessa clearing her throat and speaking.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I've summoned you here today," she began, pacing like a dramatic villain. "And no—we're not here to have another intervention for Cyn. That's scheduled for next Tuesday."

Cyn, sitting at the foot of the recliner you were in, offered a lazy, deadpan look.

"Unamused stare. Continue."

Tessa clasped her hands together. "Today is about gifts! I've made something for each of you. A little something to show how much I appreciate all your weird, chaotic, deranged selves."

J leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Gifts?" she echoed, brows arching. "That's awfully sweet of you, Tessa. You didn't have to."

"But I did it anyway," Tessa said, waving her hand. "So take a look. Come closer, dear drones. Behold."

As if on cue, the others scooted in. You stood at the front near Tessa like the paranoid guardian you were, subtly glancing at Uzi should she decide to try something. V hovered behind everyone else, peeking occasionally, but mostly just talking with Lizzy. Even the Crow and Dove loomed closer from their perches.

With a flourish and a suspiciously long pause—clearly added for tension—Tessa clicked open the briefcase latches.

Snap. Snap.

Then, very slowly, she pulled open the case.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

And then—

"Oh my void—" N whispered.

Inside, neatly packed, were tiny, hand-knitted doll versions of everyone in the room. Tiny J with an adorable grumpy frown. Tiny N with his little hat. Tiny Uzi glaring while holding a little felt railgun. Tiny V wearing her glasses with a sharp smile. There was even a tiny Cyn—with the words "Do Not Feed" stitched onto a little sign next to it—and yes, even a mini you. In fact, when you looked closer, there were actually two dolls for you and Cyn. One as drones, the other as your more monstrous forms. Cyn with her little cameras on a fabric centipede, and yours with stuffed wings and little googly eyes.