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Little question for you all, who's youre favortite character so far. And why them?
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Y/n sat in front of V, feeling oddly warm despite being bare chested, long sleeve tossed aside per V's demand, feeling the brush drag across his back, cold paint sticking across his pale skin. "V, you've been at this for like half an hour. The hell are you drawing?" No matter how much he'd focus he was unable to guess what V was making. At some points, it felt like she was just writing, while in others, she kept adding paint to one spot. "Oh, hush, I'm adding detail, gotta make sure drones know what they're looking at." V grinned, the tone sending a shiver up his spine, knowing she was up to something and powerless against it. "I think this may be my best work yet." She boasted, pushing up her glasses a tad more before leaning in closer, blowing a puff of air to help it dry faster.
fwoosh
Hearing the door open, Y/n glanced behind to see N and Uzi walking in. "Hi! We wanted to check on- ooh, are we painting?!" N quickly forgot the reason they came by, but Y/n was more intrigued by Uzi's response, snorting out a laugh while covering her mouth, a grin spreading across her lips. "The hells so funny?" The question only seemed to break Uzi, his confusion sending her into a fit of laughter, only growing more concerned when N looked at his back, eyes hollowing out with a silent 'oh...' a small blush even taking his screen. "V, what the hell did you draw?" "Only the facts." Jumping to his feet, he ran to the bathroom, struggling to get a good view of his back, but could easily make out the letters, taking a few seconds before he managed to read out the message.
Property of V
And underneath it was an exaggerated drawing of V, with a smug look and a thumbs-up of approval.
"That little shit..." He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head while walking back to the bedroom, Uzi having calmed down on the laughter. "Whatcha think?" V hummed, sitting all innocent on the floor with a devilish grin, Y/n swiping his shirt off the floor with an embarrassed blush. "No comment." He muttered, keeping his gaze away from the others as he put back on his shirt. "So V's the t-" "You shut the hell up." Y/n glared at Uzi, already knowing what she was going to say, silently snickering to herself, taking note of the new ammunition she'd gotten. "Hey V, what's with the flames and red?" N questioned, looking over to the drone in question, who proudly showed off her new look. "Oh, this? Real killer, huh? You can thank Y/n for this one, and I didn't even know I could look better." Uzi rolling her eyes at the comment, mumbling how generic she ws. "It looks cool! I like the half look." He exclaimed, V soaking in all the praise. "You're a nerd." Uzi butted in, V's body going rigid as she glared at Uzi. "You're one to talk, when's the last time you even talked to someone that wasn't a piece of plastic?" "That was one time!" Before they could get into a scuffle, N quickly stepped in front of Uzi while Y/n pulled V back to sit down.
"So what are you guys doing here? Did you find anything at the labs?" Y/n quickly changed the subject, looking over to N. "Oh, right! So we... Didn't actually go to the labs." N trailed off, confusing the human, V, uncaring as she got comfy on the floor. "When we got to the crash site, there were a bunch of dead machines and disassembly drones just scattered around, a few pods broken, and weird messages written on some. Skip a bit, and out of nowhere, another kind of flying machine calls backup. Tessa shoots it. Weird, toxic machines show up -"Hunters." Uzi butted in, N looking behind. "What, it's a good name." She quickly defended herself. "I know, but never mind, never mind, okay. So the hunters show up, these guys are releasing a lot of toxic air, they leave, Uzi flies off, and-" "And that's it, we went home after." She butted in once again, not exactly eager for the last part of the story to come to light. N slowly nodding. "Yeah... And now where here. Plus, I wanted to check on you guys to see why you didn't show."
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Murder Drones: Unforeseen Consequences (V X Human Male Reader)
FanfictionWhen Y/n was a child, around the good ol' ripe age of 4-5, he and his parents were forced to move into the Elliot Manor, the father being old friends and a co-worker for Elliot's business. He was quick to befriend the owner's daughter, the two quick...
