"Working for an uncaring corparate overlord isn't THAT bad. Sure, you get dumped on a planet full of [INSIGNIFICANT FUCK]s, but it's your job to [rip and tear] them, so it evens out. It helps that I'm the one who calls the shots around here, I just so happen to be one of the company's best. Suffice to say [business is boomin'].

Update (March 15th, 2025): Since this thing is getting more famous, i feel like i should add this: DO NOT make content about/with my Book WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, Please? I do not wish to be overwhelmed by fame and attention. Thank you for your cooperation. Update (April 13th, 2025): I am no longer accepting anymore OCs in my book. The OCs listed on Database 5 are the only OCs i'll be using for the rest of INANS. I deeply apologize if your OC couldn't make it in my book, but i already have 15 OCs to keep track of, so i CAN'T add more to the list. Yet another Fundamental Paper Education Fanfic. But this time, there will be more focus on the Story than the ships. Nothing here is Canon, of course, but i'll try to stick to canon while taking a spin on things. Technically a self-insert/OC book at first, but this story grew into something much bigger, thanks to my AWESOME readers and supporters! Your name is (Y/N). You recently transferred to "Paper School". You're here because your parents decided to put you back in school after a 1 year break from it. You were happy for a few days, until the dread of going to a new school finally settled in. Nonethless, you were ready to start a new chapter in your life. You were ready to try and make new friends, avoid bullies, get along with your new teachers and hopefully leave this school with a lot of good memories... Unaware that this school would house a lot of weird and dangerous things. Will you stay? Will you leave? Will you die? Only time will tell. Author's Notes: 1- I can't add anymore tags :( 2 - I forgot when i first published this book, so the book's anniversary is November 3rd. 3 - A MASSIVE THANKS TO THE USER 'IllPillow751' for helping me with a few things in my book (Images, Chapter/Dialogue Ideas, OCs, Suggestions) and for being my FIRST FRIEND ON DISCORD! 4 - Ranking Notes: I unfortunately had to remove them as the description was too long for Wattpad to handle.

(what if you were a cloaker drone in murder drone well You about to find out I also do not own murder drone and l the cloaker is from payday just add bits from me) cloaker drone:I was in wars against armys and in the swat against terrorist and psychos little eldritch horror ain't got nothing on me.

Meet (Y/n) - a teenage boy powered entirely by caffeine and spite, with the social stamina of a dying phone battery and the dry wit of a British sitcom character who's long given up on life. His breakfast routine? Three gulps of espresso, a sigh of regret, and a generous helping of existential dread. Sometimes he adds a biscuit, for balance. (Y/n) has one rule: Never trust anyone who drinks decaf. Sadly, his school didn't get the memo. Forced to endure a daily purgatory of dull corridors, killer exams, and teachers who look like they haven't smiled since 1997, (Y/n) finds himself trapped in an academic jungle where even a B-minus might earn you a death glare-or worse, a "see me after class." These aren't just teachers. They're caffeine-deprived tyrants in cardigans. (Fpe copyright belongs to Katie, and I just made Fpe fanfic)

Copper-9, what was once a prosperous mining planet is now a frozen wasteland. The only things that live here, if you can even say that, are Worker Drones. Y/n is one such drone. But he has no memory of his life before coming to Copper-9. He wasn't made here, from what the older drones have told him, and he surely isn't the same as them either. And so, going with another Worker Drone, Uzi Doorman, outside the doors of the colony, an adventure begins that would change the fate of everything and everyone.

Enter Y/n, an independent human spacefarer looking to explore the galaxy. His main goal is to discover and learn about an alien species, assuming there are any out there. Imagine his surprise when a malfunction in his ship causes him to make an emergency crash-landing on the nearby Copper-9. Despite surviving with minimal injuries, the ship is totaled and he's stranded on this tundra-void exoplanet. Is there any chance of survival? This is a passion project, and I'm not going to lie to you, it takes me awhile to come up with any creative ideas. Please be patient with this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story! - ACHIEVEMENTS(le hooray): 12/6/24: 10th in ROBOTS 12/15/24: 69th in HUMAN (nice) 12/17/24: 25th in DOLL 4/18/25: 3rd in DRONES 12/9/25 3rd in ROBOTS 12/10/25: 1st in DRONES

A reboot of my first story; An ULTRA Bizarre New World, with fixed plot holes and stuff, I guess. But instead of a crossover, what if the two universes of Murder Drones and ULTRAKILL were connected? ACT I: After the events of the FINAL WAR, humanity realized the errors of their ways and scrapped blood-fueled machines. Instead, they invented machines fueled by oil, AKA worker drones, however that might have been the root of their own downfall. ACT II (CURRENT): Outpost 3 had turned into a place of solace for everyone. Almost for everyone anyway. However, Hell has different plans AS I T D E M A N D S A N E N C O R E. CREDITS: Inspired by "When Oil runs Red" by ThonkerTheChonker Inspired by "Blood Brothers On Copper-9" by AmarT50 Inspired by "A machine's guide to divinity" by Slab_Marksman Inspired by "OILSHED & BLOODBATH" by GaleLewis And many other ULTRAKILL x Murder Drones stories! ULTRAKILL by Hakita Arsi Patala and New Blood Interactive Murder Drones by GLITCH Productions and Liam Vickers Art by yours truly (me!!!11!)