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Two drones sat on a couch. Uzi, the worker drone girl with purple hair layed across it completely taking it up. She wore her signature jacket with a battery in the center that was the logo of her favorite band. She wore a choker and a beanie on the top of her head.
N, a male disassembly drone with his yellow eyes had her feet sit on his lap, his hands resting on top of them. He wore his normal trench coat and his old piolet hat.
After Uzi converted N from genocide, N started going to school and becoming a normal 17 year old instead. V on the other hand didn't want to go to school, she found the idea boring.
Uzi insisted on them watching anime and N was not one to say no to her. It was around 9 at night and the two layed there watching a fight scene.
"BREAKING NEWS," the worker drone on the TV yelled interrupting a young girl's anime in some sort of emergency broadcasting "we have been finding reports of dead children the age of 16-18 around schools and cities. Officers are trying to find the culprit but all tracks have been covered. Please stay safe out there and call 1-800***-**** with any evidence of any sort, that is all, stay safe"
Uzi rolled her eyes "murderer? Hopefully I'm next" she spoke sarcasticly to her friend.
The young boy looked over at her "Uzi! Don't say things like that!" He talked in a worried tone. "What if something actually happens? We are 17!"
"Then I'll beat his sorry ass hehehe" the purple haired girl laughed as she spoke.
N thinks it's funny she even imagined she had a shot against a cold, hard, ruthless murderer. She was quite short and even if she was strong, that could only get her so far. "At least be careful ok?" He asked his best friend concerned.
"Yeah yeah, I will be" she waved her hand showing little interest in his worrying.
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Once the two teenagers finished the anime N walked home. Uzi was a bit concerned but her protests were shut down.
N knew he could walk home and not get murdered. Mostly because he was the problem.
He didn't want to kill anyone... But he didn't want anyone close to uzi.
No touching
No talking
...nothing...
As N walked he saw just how empty the sidewalks were. Everyone was so afraid of him, for good reason but still! He wasn't going to just kill anyone. Only the ones who needed to be killed.
N skipped down the sidewalk, clanks of metal on the sidewalk. He was a happy person. I guess like the always say "it's who you least expect".
Even though uzi got N to quit his genocidal ways, making sure Uzi would be his and not some random dorne's was all he cared about. He knew if she ever found out, she would understand.
The streetlights flickerd in the warm yellow-orange lighting. Birds soared through the sky and N hummed and slowly skipped home. Feeling the cold on his metallic skin. Only one thing was on his CPU, Uzi... Her hair and how the purple complimented her edgy, angsty style. Her face and the way she would hide it when she was embarrassed. the way she laughed and how it scrunched her face together. Just her.
He wishes he wasn't so set on her that murder was the only option but that one worker drone deserved more then any other bot could give her. N knew he could be the one to treat her like a princess, the one to hold her, the one to kiss her, the one to-
N covered his face before finishing the last one, a blush spanning his visor as he shook his head.
He was obsessed, he needed her and loved her and even if uzi didn't know it, she loved him too... She just hasn't realized it... Not yet.
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Once N made it to his house he made sure V was asleep. After checking and seeing the girl passed out on her bed he grabbed a box from under his bed. He took out some Polaroid photos that he took of Uzi without her knowing from his pocket and put them in the box.
He looked over at his bed. Set right in the middle was a stuffed animal Uzi got N for his birthday.
It was a big purple penguin with a red bowtie. He took it in his arms and held it.
He liked to imagine he was holding uzi, running his hands through her hair as she cuddled into his chest. Her soft breath as her chest moved up and down. He wanted her close to him.
No matter what he had to do.
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Once N left Uzi sighed, she missed the company and her stupid dad would be home soon.
She stood up from the couch and took the empty bowl of popped batteries to the sink. She was finally opening up to N, call it cringe but it was the first time she felt safe. She hopes he made it home safe. Maybe she should of had him stay. No. Her dad would have freaked the fuck out.
The question still stood though, should she trust him? She wanted to. REAAALLLYYYY wanted to.
She laid in her bed and grabbed her favorite book, dogs and bats, She read it so many times she knew it word for word.
A thought struck Uzi. "What if I found out who the murderer is..." She asked aloud to herself "I would be a hero, people would like me... I would be... Popular"
Uzi laughed maniacally as the idea grew in her head. She was set on finding who it was. Maybe she would ask N for help, Yeah she is going to do that...
No she is not... She doesn't need help, she can do this Alone. She would think about everything tomorrow.
As she continued to read her book and by the time she reached the end chapters her eyes closed on their own.
Tomorrow.