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

Chapter 37: Dead Ahead

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Imagine someone just broke into your house, but instead of stealing anything or breaking your stuff, they just changed all the good batteries to crappy, dead ones. 

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Inside Uzi's bedroom, the drone sat on the floor, jamming a screwdriver into the dead, dog-like machine and ripping off its panels. "So, what exactly can you do? Got any dope powers or just useless with sharp teeth?" Uzi questioned Y/n, who sat on her bed, looking through Nori's notebook. Uzi wanted to see if he could spot anything interesting from it. "None that I know of... Okay, well, no, there is the speed-healing thing. That's pretty cool." Uzi rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "That's so boring, though. Don't be proud of that. Everyone here can do that." She spat, tossing one of the bullet-ridden plates of the machine behind her. "Do you always have to be a grouch? Like, damn, what the hell?" He set aside the notebook, looking over to Uzi with a small glare. "Look, all I'm saying, dude, is that's the most generic power out there behind super strength and speed. Like, for instance, Doll can teleport, and I can make weird fleshy creature things and fly... Wait, can Doll fly too? Why can't I teleport? Do we share the same power set? Maybe it's genetics." Uzi wondered aloud, tapping her screwdriver against her chin, leaning back to ponder the question further.

"Okay, that's good for you and all. But I'm still a human. You guys are machines. I can't have crazy powers like you; it's ridiculous. Hell, the fact that they were even having a serious conversation about this is ridiculous enough!" "And that's what's holding you back!" Uzi exclaimed with a wide grin, pointing her screwdriver right at him, confusing Y/n as he looked to her blankly. "Holding me back?" Uzi nodded, sitting up a bit, shoving the machine off her lap. "Yeah, it's a classic troupe. One of the characters thinks little of themselves, 'oh, I can't do it, woah is me', blah blah blah, exposition and character arcs, sappy emotional speech, and boom! Power up." Uzi rambled on with a certain glow in her eyes, goofy smile persistent through her explanation, turning to Y/n, waiting for his thoughts.

"...You're a nerd, you know that, right?" Uzi groaned, exasperated, flopping down onto her back. "I'm trying to help here! I'm trying to upgrade you from boring as hell human to a probably not as boring cyborg being thingy... Actually, what would you be? Cyborg doesn't really fit; you're not robotic, just kinda metal now. An eldritch being?" She paused, glancing over to him, eyeing the human up and down, shaking her head. "Nah, not that either. Oh wait!... Ugh, not that either." Uzi slumped into her seat, tapping a finger to her chin, trying to pin what Y/n exactly is properly. Y/n, meanwhile, tried his best not to get a migraine during Uzi's rambles. "Okay, just... Stop. I'm not any of that crap. I'm just a mainly normal human. So cut it. There's nothing more." He sternly spoke, Uzi scoffing at the idea. "Are you seriously telling me there's nothing odd that makes you think there's more than just that? I know you have dementia or whatever, like some old grandpa, but come on. Think, man, think." She tapped his forehead a few times to emphasize her point, quickly getting her hand slapped away.

Despite how annoying she was about it, she wasn't wrong. Even if he hated every second of thinking it, there were odd instances, his mind going back to the scars on his back. "Well... Maybe... I don't know. It's weird. It's probably nothing." "What about this isn't weird? Just spit it out already, stop being a baby." She encouraged, now intrigued by what it could be. "Well, I remember one night, like 2 months ago or something, I woke up a mile away from the bunker, and the back of my shirt was torn, and I got two random diagonal scars across my back. And along those scars were dried-up blood... But you don't think that I...?" He didn't finish his sentence, not wanting to acknowledge the idea. "Have wings? That'd be awesome! Who doesn't want wings?" "Me! I don't want wings. I don't want any of this crap!" He shouted out, growing annoyed with how unserious Uzi seemed to be taking this.