The Colored Drones (Murder Drones OC Story)
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  • Reads 789
  • Votes 10
  • Parts 3
  • Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Oct 09
Mature
About a month after the events of episode 8, Uzi wakes up from a horrifying nightmare but decides to ignore it. But she wasn't dreaming. It was a vision. And when it happens, Copper 9 is full with disassembly drones. A few groups of 3 dessasembly drones, each group having different eye colors. Not to mention a new individual who seeks revenge on Nori and her daughter.
Why is this happening? How will the main characters of the show defend their home against this invasion? Who is this new villain?

Answer: Wait and see

Content warning: swearing, violence, blood, sexual jokes
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