It's been seven years since the Murder Drones arrived on Copper 9. The Worker Drone population has only survived thanks to underground bunkers that have since become sprawling communities. Uzi Doorman doesn't consider that living, though. How can everyone be content with surrendering their home? Since losing her mother to those monsters, striking back has been at the forefront of her mind. But no one else seems to believe in her dream of a Copper 9 free of Murder Drones. Whether anyone believes in her or not, Uzi is determined to see her vision through and sets out on a perilous journey that brings her face to face with the boogeymen of Copper 9 and forces greater than she ever could have imagined.

(Sequel to a currently finished book; read that first! - Cover not my art, I added the titles.) Uzi goes back home, with a gift that she never knew existed. N is mostly relieved he didn't embarrass himself, plus he got a cool date in the procedure. The two wants to keep their greetings as subtle as possible, so when J is close to finding out, desperate times call for desperate measures. WARNING: This book may contain slightly vulgar language and robots with crushes. I don't really know.

This story takes place during episode 6, 7, and 8 of murder drones. I highly recommend watching the show on YouTube in order to better understand what's going on. Also chapters will be updated and improved over time. Don't expect these updates frequently cause I'm busy with school a lot. Also I'm a young writer so don't expect the best story you've ever heard ok! Also there will be some fluff and suggestive crap, I'm a teenager what do you expect?!

There is a new unspoken rule that permeates the tundras of Copper-9. Don't touch the wholesome killer boy's goth GF, Or he will touch you. (And not in the good way either) Originally written on AO3 after Ep 4 dropped, now finally ported over to Wattpad!

Hiiiiiii welcome to my first oneshot collection! You can request anything you want, but note I won't do smut. I have my reasons. You can see more information in my requests chapter. Anyway have a cookie-🍪

{{Why hello there! This is my first story, so I'm sorry if you guys don't like it! Also I changed the Cyn photo since I found other photos that could work. Also sorry this is the last time I change the name and photo for the story I'm pretty sure- As you can tell, this is a Nuzi story. So if y'all don't like Nuzi, don't read it. It's that simple. I don't want anyone being toxic since I'm writing Nuzi to the people to read it, and the story itself. So please, just don't- I want the people who read this to not have anyone hate them since they are reading this- Anyways.. There was no point to that, but here you go}} ''N likes V, not me. I mean.. why would he? I'm not as perfect as her. These feelings are pain, burning into my heart. Why won't this stop. When will he notice.. I might reach my breaking point since he only cares for her.'' ''I like V, right? My feelings are twisting around. What is this I feel around Uzi? No, no.. She's my friend, I can't like her. But what if I'm hurting her by talking about V? Robo-god this hurts..''

When the disassembly drones arrived, many lost their families and loved ones. To protect the worker's kind, Khan - the colony leader - and a small committee of drones implanted a special chip on the motherboard of every pill baby born inside the bunker, and every year a generation of those drones turns 19, their chip comes with an analysis of their whole personality data and finds a perfect match for that drone. Making a new couple to have offspring and keep the worker's numbers going to balance the deceased. Now, after two of the murder machines and a cool, angsty teen worker saved the galaxy, there's no need for the matching to continue! Or so Uzi thought. It turns out that everyone in the bunker considers it a tradition. Too bad for her, she has only one option. 🚧Art by Sol_1x1

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