It's the year 3070 in San Diego, California, and the rise of AI had risen with the coexistence between the Humans, WD's, and DD's, or the Worker Drones and Disassembly Drones. The JCJenson company had risen higher with the profit of making these drones and making, at first it was rocky, with implementing drones to live among actual people years ago. But over time, the two sides, human and AI, have learned to live with one another and live as a society. This story is about Daniel (or whatever male name you want, as I quit using Y/n), was once an orphan boy who had lived in an orphanage since he was a little boy. Eventually he was adopted at a young age by two Worker Drones, Mr. and Mrs. Gearbox, and was raised like he was one of them. Years later, after years of home schooling it was time for Daniel to join the rest of society and enter a real high school, but there's something about Daniel behind his awkward and introverted personality. I got this idea by TheSpaceGuyGamer's fanfic, "Unheard Love", which is unfortunately not active anymore. So, all the credit for the idea goes to them. Murder Drones are owned by Glitch Productions.

Sleepers.. once known as an artificial vessel created by a mega corporation to work off a debt for a human being.. with robotic bodies running an emulated human mind, based on a scan taken from a living human. There are people who have been curious to be different with themselves, perhaps create a new life. Maybe they'd wanna forget their past to be someone else.. perhaps it's a new door to a different life to continue living, even at a cost of memories.. Of course, despite their choice of new lives? They're fully capable of withstanding any harsh environments and extreme measures to be durable. Yet there are the types of sleepers.. those low, struggling to work never make it long even with given medication, but those who been around for awhile? Are capable of many things to adaption.. especially living longer through decades.. You are Y/n L/n, strange to remember your name?you've managed to remember your old life fully.. who is an extractor, a type of sleeper you're built. With your best friend Tricko Trek, an operator who specializes with mini drones and remote machinery. Both have awaken from a cryogenic pod out in a junkyard after an incident occurred, you've managed to escape.. but now you're living in a new world.. strange one especially with the time passing by.. Now faced with strange drones known to be worker drones who try to live in their own colonies while surviving from dangerous vampiric hunters known as murder drones.. even despite this, there isn't much neither you or Tricko can bother to care on. After all, no matter how much time passes together? Work to survive, continue to live and enjoy life at your fullest. Sleepers are meant to be Jack of trades for reason in fields of work.. you will live your fullest, or die if it must. Disclaimer: I don't NOT OWN Murder Drones made by Glitch Productions or Citizen Sleeper made from Fellow Traveler games. The art included is fan made by my co author T, with characters over 18+

As (Y/N) gets dressed for school, he feels uneasy and unable to pinpoint the source of his unease. He walks outside to his childhood friend Tess, who they had made a habit of walking to school together. As they walk, Tess annoys Silver, who is unable to make out Tess's features. As they walk, an elderly man named Mr. Doorman enters the house and bows regally, a habit he had picked up from his life before a Worker Drone. Mr. Doorman asks why Tess's memories are becoming so vivid, and Silver nods. As he focuses on a figure in the shadows, his screen flickers and glitches. A different voice calls (Y/N) and finds himself in Tess's room. She is mocking and joking, and (Y/N) asks what brought him here. (Y/N) explains that he knows Uzi's father will not let him out of the doors to get materials to fix up his railgun.

(THE OFFICIAL REWORK OF THE ORIGINAL QUICKDRAW STORY!) Murder Drones Harem x Male Cowboy Reader ...Well, well, well! Looky who we have here! Ain't this a surprise, comin' around to hear this tale of me and some folks with a lotta grit and gutsy strengths! You don't know me, but you can probably tell what this is gon' be about! On our home planet, Copper-9 (which we technically rule over), some big ol' company named "JcJenson" wanted us dead meat! They sent these "Murder Drones" to come and kill us! However, me and an angsty friend of mine, are basically the lawmen for our sentient selves, the "Worker Drones"! (no need to thank us) So what did this great cowboy and his angsty gal-pal do to these so-called Murder Drones? Well, I used my trusty lasso, railgun revolvers, the cowboy hat and this boomerang I found, and finally settled this duel... ... ...Alright, we may have befriended some of them, but they're absolutely cool to be with! Try me, Fate! ACHIEVEMENTS: 04/13/24: #1 on "MurderDrones" 09/14/24: #1 on "Cyn" 10/15/24: #1 on "Lizzy" 1/1/25: #1 on "SerialDesignationN" & "GlitchProductions" 2/13/25: #1 on "SerialDesignationV" 2/27/25: #1 on "SerialDesignationJ"

Just another generic murder drones x reader story. You are (Y/N) one of the disassembly drones that were sent to copper-9 with the objective of exterminating all the worker drones. (English is not my first language, so errors are to be expected).

Some things to note: The image is not mine, and unlike my last story, I have no intention of adding vore, but I may add lemon at some point. I also want to point out that morning is night on Copper 9. I am Y/N. A few months back, I met a Disassembly Drone called serial designation S. Not liking that name, I decided to call her Star. At first, she pretended that she didn't like the name, but she kept coming back to me, so she eventually admitted she liked it. Fast forward to the present, me and Star are just cuddling in her containment pod to "keep me warm" when suddenly it launches to Copper 9.

My old account was just lost, it was @DampSans

"Everyone Is Dead. . . Gone. . . I'm the last human left on Copper-9. More or less. . ." - Y/n L/n AKA Azrael.