Warning! Story contains swearing, graphic violence, and general spookiness.
Four Disassembly Drones: J, N, V, and R. They were sent to Earth by their parent company, JCJenson, to wipe out some rogue drones. R didn't really question it, she just kinda... well, killed people. But when her brother N finds a worker drone who is surprisingly competent, R starts to question some things. N's new friend makes some pretty good points, and she begins to think there's a lot more to this story than she was programmed to know.
Hiya! So, in place of Y/N, I'm using R, since Disassembly drones have one-letter names and all. This fic, I believe, will come a bit easier to me than the others, so expect a few more updates. And if you have any notes, feel free to comment! I'm always open to some constructive criticism.
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice
─ frequent updates!!
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