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You could hear that sigh of relief from a mile away. After months of non-stop designing, building, repairing, and programming, 'Killdroid's' model had finally been built. The rest of the process did not cross the workers' minds, because the milestone they had reached seemed so far away when they first started. One of the team's members stood up from their spot, flicking beads of sweat off their forehead. She turned to the finished product in surprise. She had always been a fan of the robot's design, but never expected it to turn out so good.
Killdroid's main color was chosen to be a fairly light, but vibrant shade of red. The emptiness of their spherical head was filled in with the infamous Clockwork headphones, coming in an almost unnoticeable tinge of beige. An 'X' shape appears instead of a face, seemingly carved into them. Their shoulders were equipped with large guns; so large that someone thought they were canons. Their robotic limbs and body were long and thin, with clear, circular metal connecters in place of their elbows and knees. Padding using strong materiel covered Killdroid, as if they were armed for a world war. A chainmail vest hugged their torso (it was rumored to be bulletproof by some.) A big, wide tank of ammo was attached to their back. For the grand finale, the lense that was atop the spot where the right eye activated a hovering hologram, with multiple commands appearing in a quick and sudden manner. It was truly a work of art.
Sometime during the group's much-needed break, a gentle knock on the door interrupted the peace. The founder of this project entered the room, the grin on his face widening at what he saw. He excitedly called out for a person on the outside. That person was President Sulfur. The atmosphere tensed up, regardless of the calm expression on Sulfur's face. They kept that silence on for a bit, before deciding to hint at wanting to get the test runs started.
"Greetings, people. No need look so fearful. I am merely here to... What's the word... Observe. I was planning to take notes on Killdroid myself from the start. Surprised that your... Boss hasn't said anything about that." Sulfur mused.
"Oh, Sulfur. You know how nervous they'd be if they knew that the president of Robloxia was paying them a little visit, especially with a deadline. Keeping that information private was for their benefit!" The boss said in return, earning a couple of nods in return.
Sulfur paused, looking around and analysing the area. Their eyes were fixed on Killdroid. Nobody said a word, but their love for the model was clear. Their lips curved ever so slightly, showing everyone present a small smile. No one knew what to expect.
"... I will be truthful here: you all did a fantastic job on this. I couldn't have wished for a better design." Sulfur momentarily stopped. "I sense impatience within me.... I would be grateful if we could begin with testing 'Droid. Shall we?"
The crew looked quite shocked. No one had expected such a response, especially not from someone stereotyped as mean, rude, and insensitive. Nevertheless, everyone relaxed a bit and grinned. They all got up, grabbing whatever tools and drinks they might need throughout the session, and lead the way, dragging Killdroid along with them, unaware of the upcoming tragedy that will bestow upon them.
The cheery chatter died down fast upon reaching the area that was cleared out for the sake of testing. They all sat down in their designated spots at the building nearby, having the builders down, the photographers somewhere in the middle, and the programmers on top. The boss led Sulfur to the rooftop, ready to watch it all from the pretty, sunny view of a morning like this.
The boss - who's name turned out to be Bonus Pad - pulled out a remote of some sort, with only a couple of buttons to use. This peaked the interest of Sulfur, causing them to question the simplicity of such an important device (from their interpretation, at least.) Bonus Pad explained that Killdroid's attacks were limited, despite them having around full control over the directions and placements of the aforementioned attacks. A crew member signed a thumbs up, signaling for the testing to start.
Killdroid was positioned in front of a wooden target. The programmers typed away, installing bits of data after one another. Bonus Pad turned the robot on, Sulfur seeing that as the right time to pull out the notepad to start taking.. Well, notes. Low and behold: Killdroid moved in perfect straight lines, showcasing their other diverse movement capabilities along with it. There was a sudden shift in where their head was at, locking in on the target. "Now, this wooden thing is the criminal it's after. It won't leave its target until its system declares it as 'caught', which usually means dead." Bonus Pad clarified. "Here is what it can do."
Killdroid brought their metallic arms up to the triggers for those enormous shoulder guns. They raised their head up and fired. Two strong missiles shot through the wind onto the wooden figure, unsurprisingly obliterating it. Sulfur's hand moved quick, but they managed to keep the organized look of the page. Bonus Pad looked very proud of what was achieved. It was all going very well. The flight system was amazing, and able to support Killdroid's weight for quite a while. The showcase of the bomb they could make (named 'Killbot') went pretty well, even with the damage done to the property. 'Detonate' was like an emergency button, in which everyone agreed to delay the testing of until the making of more models (and the process becoming easier, of course.)
The same tests were ran a couple of times, with minor differences in the results and the tests themselves. One of the programmers perfunctorily deleted the code for Killdroid's previous target, but wiped another chunk of code along the way. They sighed, casually rewriting it before hearing something they forgot they would.
"Did you two finish inputing the data? The new test subject just arrived!"
That programmer shuddered at the sound of Bonus Pad's voice. They were about to say that they needed some time to 'do something', but their buddy did not give them a chance to speak. No one would have guessed what this small, innocent mistake would lead to.
As Bonus Pad pressed the Flight button, Killdroid glitched out. They malfunctioned, and that caused a huge amount of bullets to release from their guns. People screamed in fear, running for their lives, trying their best to contact legal forces to help. That was not working, as each and every one of them was getting a chunk of their limbs, spines, and organs blown off (or away, I guess.) The scene was a bloody mess; it was horrifying to run into decapitated heads and prominent intestines every so often up those porcelain stairs. Many wanted to puke, but they would be risking their lives by doing so. Sulfur and Bonus Pad made it out, looking the opposite of unscathed. You could barely make out the president's eyes, as they were forced to close them with all the blood pouring down their face. The ambulance that eventually arrived hid from the scene, taking as many living civilians as possible. They were saved, even if all the team's hard work was at the cost of some lives, and a waste of months that they will never get back.
The thought of Killdroid still being out there was quite scary. It was the equvilant of waiting for your inevitable death, slowly but surely, till you're gone. The goverment fails to track them down so many times. And with the amount of chaos, the deaths, and growing danger, the citizens of Robloxia started losing trust in the goverment. Was the fight even worth winning anymore?
"Hello? Is this the goverment office? .....Yes, this is important, why else would I ring this number? .... Yeah, so, I've just found a way to rid of the danger of not one, but TWO of this town's infamous killers. ...."
To be continued...