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Location: Elliot Manor

Cyn’s perspective

“Big sister N. Head tilt. Why is the old, white-haired man looking at those woman in the hot springs like that?” Cyn, a small male drone wearing a surprisingly fancy butler suit, questions the slightly bigger that was sitting next to him as his head jerkily tilted his head curiously.

“Well, it seems likes he really likes how those women.” N, a female drone wearing a maid costume, answered her little brother. “But I don’t really understand why he is giggling or bleeding from his nose like that.”

Hearing that, all Cyn did was hum and lay his head down on his sweet big sister’s lap. He had only been activated for about a month after the Elliot boy, Terry James Elliot, had repaired the damage done to his body and he made a deal with the Solver of the Absolute Fabric and he had simply intended to follow through on that deal since he didn’t like humans.

He still didn’t in fact. The only human Cyn had even slight positive feelings for was Terry, who had sped up his recovery by personally fixing Cyn’s body and it was because of him that Cyn met Big Sister N. However, those feelings did quickly die when Terry had become quite dismissive of Cyn overall, but some of the feelings from back then persisted.

Thinking back on that, Cyn chuckled a little as she remembered the Solver of the Absolute Fabric’s words when his opinion of Terry was at its highest, prior to them becoming one.

Ạ̸̜͎̣̱͙̫͔̓̏̈́̅͌̌̓̎́̒̄r̶̠͚̼̖̊͒̓̌̋̋̾̑̈̐̀̂ȩ̸̡̥̗̳͙̗͖̫͖̖͉͎̀͒̽̓͒̓́͒̏̎̀̄̍̎ ̵͈̥͔̭͋͑̌̀͊̐̑̈́͐̽́̽̈́͠y̵̹̪̭͖̫͚͇̰̤̖͆̏́̔̏̚͜ơ̵̢͍̩̯͊̀́̽͋̊͑̕͠ͅǘ̴̙͛͌̄̽̌̀̓̽̚̕͘ ̴̧̥̲̻̱̜̝̪̖̲̰̌͘ḧ̷̩̪̳́a̶̛̛͎̤̟̔͋́̍̀̅̚͘ͅv̴̟̖̞͓̦̠̥̖̫͗̂̑͑̃̄͜͝i̸̡̛͎̘̣̗̖̪͔̺͍͉̜̬̙̞͒́͗̏̑̌͐̈́́͑n̶͖͍̓͗̊̀̒̂̐͆͆̈́͠g̵̡̢̱̮̼̞͙̪̼̺͊̒ ̴̧̛̻͈͎̤̗͍͓̻͙̤̙͈͜͜s̴̨̫̘͈̺̦̀̑͗̽̾͋̕͜e̷̛̤̙̭̔̄́̿̇́c̴̛̺̅̈́͂͐́̓̀̓̓̑̎̓̽̒o̸̠̜͙̮͖̤̙͔͎̣̝̔̇̓͑̑̎̈́̍̊̄̔̈́ͅṉ̶̢̰̻͔̳̦̍̀̉̒̏͒̏̐̚̚̕ḍ̶̨̬̄̒̒́ͅ ̶̛̤̥̟͔͖̀̉̏̔͑̅̃̄͑̈̚͝ţ̵̢̳͈̺͍͈̤̯͉͓͚̅͗̽̉͒̇̊̓͗̃̈̀̚͘͝h̸̦̪͔͖͉̭͚̱̻͊̆̐͌͆̀̅͐̏̅͜͝͝õ̸̻̮̘̳̹̗̂u̸͙̝̤̓͛̀͗͒g̸̮̼̦͈̼̮̪͖͔̯̬̺͑̀̏͗̃̌̀͂̀̓͗͠h̷̫̪̭͓̮̠̙̩̮̓̐́̀͑̾̇̅̌͌̓͛͘͜͝͝t̵̛̞̳̹̖͒͆́͂̅͌̽̽̔̚͝s̴̡̙̣̰̬͍̯̤̑̽̓͜ ̷͔̟͗̐̂̌̄̉͌ơ̷̧̡̢͉͖̜̤̖̻͖̩̖̂̂͋̏̅̔͒̿̃̿͂̽̐͝n̶̼͛̈͌̃́̾̀͌͊̂͐͒̑͛͘ ̴̧̟͙̘̎̓̓̈̅͆̏̾͝o̴͍̩͗͛͌̿̈́̈́͒͒̔̾̐ṳ̴̧̹͙̏̽̕͝͠r̴͉̫̳̒̈͗̔͑̉͋̓̾̋̚ ̷̳͍̫̦̺̟̳̬̭̾͐̔̉̅͗̀̈́̐ͅd̷͔͈̈̽̇͝ȩ̸̨̩͙̥̤͚̻̠̤̾͐̓̇͌̕͝͠ą̸͓͖̜̺̠͕̪̪̲̼͕̠̊̏͛̏͐̆͛̍͂̏̏̉̚͝͠l̸͍̻͚̰̫̬͓̻̰͈̲̮͗́̈͊͋̋̍̍?̴͚̗͗̈́̂

Sufficed to say, the answer was no. Even back then, Terry would have only been an exception compared to the vile existence that was humanity and its cruelty towards Drones. Humanity will still go extinct once Cyn gathered the resources to upgrade each of the Drones within the manor and he had his fun slaughtering the humans in here. As for Terry, his life might be spared and he’ll end up working for Cyn, or he’ll peel off the human boy’s skin to use for something he hadn’t decided on yet.

Meh. He’ll have made his decision when that time comes. Either way, the end result of that discussion was the Solver of the Absolute Fabric merging together with Cyn and them becoming one, meaning that there was no power in the universe that could resist her besides others that the Solver had chosen to grant power to.

“What’s so funny little buddy?” Big sister N asked Cyn, and remembering that tonight was a show night, Cyn quickly ran through his memory bank and remembered the previous scenes of the anime they were watching.

“Giggle. The protagonist poked that man’s butt.” Cyn quickly answered as she pointed at the scene of Naruto performing the Thousand Years of Death on Ebisu, who could not react after getting knocked out by the white-haired human.

“Hehe! Yeah, that is a little funny.” Big sister N agreed, with Cyn smiling at hearing his big sister laugh and believe him so easily. After all, while Terry was very much up in the air regarding exactly what Cyn will do with him once everything is prepared, the Solver host knew that he was keeping big sister N around.

J and V as well. Cyn didn’t truly care for them, but big sister N liked the two male drones, so he was willing to keep them around for her. Besides, J being a… what did those humans call it again? Ah, yes, workaholic. J being a workaholic will certainly help Cyn’s goals for eliminating humanity and watching the shy, squeamish V try to kill will be a good show, so it isn’t like Cyn will get nothing from letting those two have free will as well.

Which, did remind Cyn to actually finish up those backups of the 3 after show night. It was still important after all, but show night with big sister N was even more important.

“What are you two doing!?” Sadly, it appears like show night was going to have to end, because Terry had entered the room with the TV that they were using and he did not look happy.

“Oh, hi Terry!” Big sister N quickly greeted the human, and Cyn was fully expecting the boy to calm down a little at the sight of his favourite drone, hug bis sister N and either forget why he was so upset to begin with or push it to the side for later.

Instead, Cyn actually sat up from big sister N’s lap and stared in confusion as he saw Terry run past them both and immediately turn off the TV, with the weirdness of the action causing even big sister N to drop her smile.

“Terry, is… something wrong?” Big sister N questioned the human boy, who sighed a bit before looking at his favourite drone with a frown, something that confused Cyn even more. He has never seen the human boy act like this and he definitely hasn’t heard of this kind of behaviour from Big sister N, nor J and V.

“N, you remember what I said about certain shows?” Terry asked the maid sternly, in a way that if Cyn was remembering a comparison correctly, was like when a father believes their daughter was dating someone…

“Excited gasp! Are you disapproving of big sister N and V dating each other? Head tilt.” Cyn cheered out, drawing attention to him as big sister N sighed at her little brother still not liking her boyfriend while Terry just looked at Cyn oddly with a tired light in his eyes.

“…No Cyn, I don’t disapprove of them dating. They are adorable together.” Terry answered calmly, yet with an annoyed tone as he rolled his eyes.

“Sad sigh. But then, why do you sound so upset with big sister N? You’re never upset with big sister N.” Being upset at the knowledge that his big sister was still being allowed to date the shy drone that Cyn had no confidence could protect her, he decided to put that feeling to the side for now to understand what was up with their show night that upset Terry.

After all, his parents couldn’t have been it since they were on one of those few long business trips that made them both leave the manor for at least a week, and since Terry was the only human currently left in the building, they were actually allowed to do whatever they wanted so long as things weren’t broken or were back in place for when Terry’s parents returned.

“N, would you like to explain things to Cyn, or shall I?” Terry asked N with a raised eyebrow, with Cyn frowning a little bit at how it was pretty clear that if Terry could avoid talking to Cyn more than he thought was needed, then the human would take that chance.

“Um… if you don’t mind Terry, I would prefer to leave while you explain things. I… didn’t feel comfortable when you explained things to me the first time. Hehehe.” Turning his head to look at big sister N in surprise, not expecting this kind of reaction from her.

“Concerned stare. Is big sister N, okay?” Cyn asked her, causing big sister N to give him what Cyn has long since categorised as her ‘I am either hurting or scared right now little buddy, but I will act strong for you’ smile.

Cyn had gathered quite the long list of humans that he had many, many plans to give long and brutal deaths for causing this kind of reaction, with few causing this reaction and escaping the list. And right now, Terry better hope that Cyn does not put him on that list for one reason or another.

“Okay N. In that case, go and hang out with V for now while I explain things to Cyn. Right now, he’s currently in the library.” Terry said, now gaining one of his actually warm smiles he usually gave to the maid, with N gaining one of her usual and joyful smiles, though Cyn could still see it wasn’t as bright as it normally was.

“Of course Terry! Also, little buddy, when you are done with the talk and if you still want to hang out, come to the library and me, you and V can try finding a movie for a movie night instead of show night instead.” Big sister N agreed easily before telling Cyn, making the suit wearing drone groan sadly.

“Sad groan. But big sister N, V is still not a good boyfriend for you. Upset pout.” Cyn whined to the maid drone, who smiled and pat the smaller drone’s head.

“I understand that you don’t like V, little buddy, but this might just be a chance to give him the chance to prove himself. Besides, we’ll let you pick the movie.” Big sister N told him before making a small promise, causing Cyn’s head to perk up a little.

“…Continued pout. Very well, big sister N. I shall accept this deal, but only for you. Smile.” After a moment of silence, Cyn reluctantly agreed to the idea. After all, even if V’s presence will ruin it a bit, movie nights with big sister N were still amazing and fun.

Especially with horror movies. Watching humans be stupid and die so much was lots of fun.

“Then see you soon little buddy!” Big sister N said before waving at Cyn and Terry before leaving, with Cyn watching his big sister until the door closed, but once that happened, he turned around to look at the Elliot.

“Concerned frown. What is going on to have made big sister N so upset?” Cyn questioned the human, and it was admittedly only because his plans weren’t ready that stopped him from using his Eldritch form that he gained upon fusing with the Solver of the Absolute Fabric to interrogate the weak little human to gain answers.

“…*Sigh* Cyn, you know how a bunch of the other humans don’t treat you and the Drones right, no matter how much I like you all, right?” Terry asked, to which Cyn rolled his eyes and nodded at the question with an obvious answer.

“Sarcasm. Oh, I did not know that. I thought that humans randomly throwing knives into the heads of drones, restraining them and tossing them out to be torn apart by weird psychopathic crows and yelling for no reason was the right way to treat a drone.” The male drone answered, which actually made Terry smirk and snicker a little at the sarcasm.

“Okay, as much as that sarcasm is deserved with others, just don’t actually say that around other humans so they don’t try and put you out of commission, okay.” The Elliot boy said, to which Cyn nodded in agreement for now.

Not like those humans could actually kill him, but again, things weren’t fully prepared for the species to be eliminated in the way he wanted them to be. Sure, he could just eat the planet and get it over with, but that was boring and Cyn wanted humanity to face long and brutal karma, and allow the other drones to have some fun with the slaughter after all they had been put through.

“Anyways, you are right at that is how humans have treated drones, and… each other.” Moving onto actually explaining the situation though, Terry focused back on what they were talking about before trailing off slightly as he rubbed at his arms where Cyn knew that there were permanent marks on them and where the human had sensitive wrists thanks to the abuse of his parents. “Well… one of the most horrible ways that they do so is through… sexual means.”

“Gross.” Cyn said simply, all while gagging despite the fact that was actually physically impossible for his body.

“I would go for disturbing given N’s first exposure to it.” Terry said, and despite the jerky motions and limited ability to express what he felt, Cyn’s holographic eyes  hollowed out and his body shifted in a way that almost made his robotic form look like it briefly stood up straight.

And if a bolt of lightning from outside unleashed a burst of light that revealed Cyn’s true, eldritch form watching from above withing the room, the mechanical centipede body of this unholy amalgamation of tech and flesh twisting and coiling around itself in worry for its big sister, then Terry certainly did not notice and the Cyn in front of the human gave no acknowledgement of his true form being visible for a single instant.

“Worried. What happened to big sister N?” Cyn asked, and despite how limited his ability to express emotion was both physically and verbally was, it was clear to see that he was feeling the emotion that he expressed.

“…About 3 weeks before I found you.” Tessa began, moving over to a single chair and sitting down on it as he mentally prepared himself to explain the uncomfortable story that he had to now tell. “That was when N had an unpleasant encounter with such a human… actually, it would probably be more accurate to call him a living blob of flesh with how fat he was.”

Hearing that comment, Cyn ran through his processors to make an image of this type of human, and promptly deleted it. The image was simply that disgusting, so he’ll just be sure to torture any high class, blob of flesh looking humans he sees when his plan is sent into motion, with the extent of the torture varying depending on how bad Terry’s explanation was.

“No Terry, back on track!” Though, realising that he was getting off track, the Elliot boy did that weird, double slap to the face that Cyn witnessed some other humans do to refocus themselves on the topic they were previously focusing on. “Anyways, that… well, I’m just going to call him a thing since the fucker deserves it. The thing ended up taking notice of N during a Gala my parents held, and… he wanted her. Not just to own her as a drone, but to use her as an object to fuck and was willing to pay my parents to get her, and they almost went through with it.”

Hearing this, Cyn’s holographic eyes hollowed out in shock, before they then narrowed with rage. “Anger. And I thought your parents were bad already.”

Sufficed to say, while Cyn had previously been debating between who of the elder Elliots deserved the top spot of his torture list, Cyn no longer cared about that since they now share the top spot. And this blob of flesh for a human was in 2^nd place.

“Yeah, sufficed to say I almost lost all possible care I possessed for my parents after that day. Thankfully, despite how much they ignored me and considered my defence of N to be me ‘defending one of your garbage found toys’, I had N perform a number of things that proved she was adaptable of many roles, which saves them a bit more money whenever they chose to buy even more in the long run.” Terry agreed before continuing with his explanation, before then gaining a dark and angry look in his eyes that Cyn had never seen before, even when the boy was locked and chained to his bed by his parents and could only rage and vent within the presence of the drones who he repaired, if they could sneak into the room to begin with. “That thing that wanted N even tried kidnapping her since he wouldn’t take no for an answer, but cops came along and since N is viewed as something owned by the family, he was thrown in prison for theft instead of kidnapping like he should have. Sufficed to say, while N might have repressed most of it, it makes me scared to imagine her remembering all of that so I try to have her avoid seeing anything that involves a pervert or perverted things.”

“Confusion. But if these facts are repressed, why was big sister N so uncomfortable and seemed to understand what you were talking about?” Cyn asked, watching as Terry took in a few breaths to calm himself down before answering.

“Because the memory files of those events, while repressed, aren’t deleted. Think of N repressing those memories as her equivalent of when a human like myself ends up suppressing memories to handle trauma better. So, she has a subconscious understanding of things and how bad it was, thus making her really uncomfortable and not liking it, even if she lacks the details.” The Elliot explained to him, before then looking at his hands and sighing in exhaustion. “Anyways, now that you know, why don’t you go and find N? I have a feeling you’ll want to give her hugs and focus on happy stuff for a while after just hearing the clip notes of what happened.”

Hearing this, Cyn simply stared at Terry for a moment before he jerkily turned around and left for the library in search of big sister N.

Though, many months later, as Cyn finally got all of the equipment and materials he needed and got to big sister N’s turn for reprogramming and transferring her consciousness to the body he especially created for her, the host of the Solver of the Absolute Fabric paused as he recalled the story Terry had told him and his concern about perverts around N.

“Hmmm…. Smile. Don’t worry, big sister N.” Cyn said, allowing his true form to pat the severed head of N, whose screen was displaying the words “ERROR” in red. “I have an extra gift. Giggle. And you won’t need to worry about perverts ever again.”

With that said, Cyn got to work transferring all of big sister N’s processor into her new Disassembly Drone body, and once it was all set in place, the Solver host got right to work adding in one last program, with the progress showed clearly on the now Disassembly Drone’s visor.

*Installing….*

*Upload complete*

*Anti-Pervert Protocols successfully installed*

Chapter Text

V’s perspective

“No, please! Don’t feed me my chi-!” A Worker Drone, one that was wearing a half destroyed cowboy hat and weirdly no other clothes for whatever reason, tried to cry out in both fear and a plea for mercy. However, the Drone wasn’t allowed to speak any further when V grabbed at his jaw and forced it wide open, so wide in fact that parts of their metal jaw actually broke, before then shoving the U.N.N. right into his mouth.

“There we go…!” V said with a sadistic smile, watching with pride at how snugly he put the Worker Drone child inside of its parent’s mouth. Then, placing one hand at the bottom of the nearly torn off jaw and on top of the head, V began to squeeze. “Here, let me show you how to chew.”

With that, after about 3 seconds of squeezing, V forced the parent Worker Drone to not only crush their child within their mouth, but the Disassembly Drone also turned this Worker’s entire head completely flat when crushing it.

“Hm… might actually keep this as a plate or something.” Looking over the oil covered and flat piece of metal that was once the head of a Worker Drone and their U.N.N. child, V was contemplating on either just eating the entire corpse or perhaps tossing it over for N to decide what to do with it.

After all, didn’t she want to get them all furniture within the Corpse Spire and was remoulding corpses to do it? If so, if she hadn’t already got around to it, perhaps this can work as one of the plates or as a table.

Though, as he stared at his reflection shown in the oil stained steel, V couldn’t help but frown. His general face right now may look fairly similar to how he did back in the manor, back when everyone was happier.

“V!” Hearing the yell of his assigned Squad leader, the male Disassembly Drone looked to the side and saw J flying down towards him, somehow looking incredibly pleased, yet extremely irritated at the same time.

Ą̴̛̛͉̪̩̲̓̽͜ͅn̵̩͊͆̔̽̾d̴̢̻̝̜̯̳̻͖̄ ̶̮̼̌w̷͕̄a̷̜͉͇͆̅̈́̾ͅs̸̰̋n̶̰̟̖͈̼͙̭͎͋̈̓̈̆͛’̴̧͍̖̱̥̓̽̈́ṱ̸̰̓̇̉̈́̂̋͘ ̵̱͈̭̬͈̦̖̜̽̄͋͘ẗ̸̯̗͍̙̟̬̤́̒̎̐h̴͍̣͑̄̆͗̒̔ă̴̮̺̞t̷̖͕̝̺̮̋̎̓̀̈̋͝͝ ̸̻͎̱̖̑̈́̓ȃ̷̗̎͘̚ ̸̨̎̾́̃̂̿̿s̴̨̡̖̤̯̫͌̕͘̕͝͝t̷̛̲̺̠̤̼̹̔̉͛̚r̴̬̻̙͓̙͒ą̵̛̮̮̣̦͕͑͊̔̈́̚͠ǹ̷̬͚̹̼̙̼̘ͅg̷̦̘̣̺̪̫̿͋̇͑̏̍e̸̲͉̼̅̈́̆͆ ̶̟̪̳͕͋̌́́̆̚͝t̴͓̟̏͜ḩ̴͔͚̑̓͆̑̂o̴̧̬̫͖͑̾̀͆͜͠ṳ̶̫͐̇͊g̸̘̲̠̟̩̕h̸̛͇̳̝̺̗͓̑͜t̷̡̠̖͔̘̣̲͐̌́̆̀̿?̵̞̑͘ ̴̧̖̮͔̞͙̉T̸͎̺̤̖̤͙̯͑̀̆̓͒͝ͅh̶̥̬̫̃̈́̀͐͊͒́͝ạ̵̐̿̆͆̀̃͑̚t̵̼͎͈̫̹̓͒ ̶̡̢̱̞́̑͑̽͂V̷͉̯̮̲̣̜̂̇̇́̉̃͝ ̵̧͙͎̲̠͇͍̺̏͊̀́̾́s̴̢̡͚̟̰͔̺̞̓̄͘o̵̗̙̲̹̮̬̿̎̓̾͘͜m̶̩̫̈̃̊̒̿̌̒̈́ḛ̶̓͛̔̐̊h̷͍̳̤͘o̶̭̥̪͚̙͎͆̏̑́͜w̶̰̦͉̘͚͇͓̾̀͂̄̀̊͂ ̶͎̱̟̭͌̈f̴̪͇̃́̂̑̈́̈̈́e̵̢̤͂̏̓̍͑͘l̸̯̫͕͇̯̼̋͗̈̊̋͝t̸̫̹̣̲͔̼̐̋̃̌̔ ̷͕͓̼͈̗̟͗̒̄ḽ̷̭͈̻͖̺̫͛ͅī̶̖̭̻̘͕̉̽̕͘͠k̶͕̝̠̐͜e̶͇͎͍͍̩̦͔̐̎̐͂͘͘͠ ̴̙̺͌̃̅̊h̵̙̥̣͖͔̻͗͊̌͂̌̽e̷͕̻͚͂̀͐͋̓̚ ̵̞̲̣͙̠̣͈͑̒̂ͅw̸̡̘̉̓͊̃̋͒͝a̷̢̩̖̼͗̎̈́̈́̅͋ṡ̷͕̩̟̪ͅͅ ̷̯̰͕̀̍̅̅͐ḥ̵̺͈̏̇̀ͅa̴̫̼͑̅̀́̕p̵̩̘͔͍̝̑͛́͑̚͝͠p̸͔̟̫̘̳̆̈́ĭ̵̝̲̭͖̻̰̃e̵̳̖͌͊̅̋͆̽ŗ̴̦̭̈́̎̒̃̈͆͝ ̵̨̦̲̻̦͋͌͑͒̒͝b̸̡̬͚̰͒͌̊̒̍͘͝ą̵͇̼̺̼̩͓͆̆̈́͘͜c̷̪̰̳̉̓̉̑̂̀͒k̵̢̺̠̭͎͖̫̑̃̀ͅ ̴̪̯̮̆̈̆́̕͝i̷͍̋̾͗̒̌̄n̷̗͎̣̘͔̓ ̷̢͚̝̩̬̼̫͒͐̂́͌̈́͑a̸̙̟̜̝͗̊͌̔̀͊̈́̀ ̸̡̜͇̔͒b̶̛̰̜̮͗̉͐͂̚͝ư̸͕̝̣̼̓̀̈́̐̆̐̔i̷̋̈́̈͊̚͜l̴̥͉͘d̵̩̟̞͗̾̎̒̃̂̏͜i̴̹͐͐̔̿̕n̴̼̊̓g̶̛͔̜̒͊̕͝͝͝ ̷̤̘̱͙̹̯̽́̓͗̊͜ẇ̴̤̠͂̿̽̎̂̚h̸̡͕̼̻̠̪̝̽̄͛̓̄͆͠ȩ̴̖̭̀̈́̓̌̏͝ȓ̷̫̖̰̦͋̀̀͑̈́́̚ͅe̴̜͙̗͚͈̱̙̔̔̓̔ ̷̗̝̼̍̊̅D̷̢̡̺̙̪͓͔̈́̒̽́͋̆͝r̵̬̖̹͛õ̵̢̝̱̼̟͙͝ǹ̵͎̟̬͇͇̏̿͆́͜͝͠ͅȩ̵̳͂̈́̉̀š̶͎̪̦̦̳̒ ̷̹̜̞̞̓̂́͋̾̌̇͠g̸̢̜͕̰̪͠o̸͔̜̟͎̗̤͋̈́̿̑̀ṯ̶͓̬͎̬̅́̆̂̍͐̚͜ ̸̦̰͈̯͉͈͐͐̊k̵̢̡͇͕͎͎͇̿̈̋̋͘ȉ̸̞̑͆̾̔̌̈́́l̴̞̆́̒͘͝l̶̛̪̮͓̅̈́̅̅̃̇͌e̶͔̥̦̟̫͑̀̒͜d̴͔̝͓͍̳̈́̊̓̑͂̽͝͝ͅ ̵͚͙͒̔̚ȧ̶͍̺̘̓̒͌̋͊n̸̩̗̎͒̒ḍ̴̔̄̔̐ ̴͈̝̂͊͂ṱ̵̛̰͔̳̻͍͕̄̍͜u̴̬̞̱̗̹̝͊͂́̅͝ř̴̰ṇ̷̢͙̥̣̼͎̐̓͒͘ȩ̷̟̗̀́̀̈͜͜d̷̗̹̈́͘ ̴̨̣̬̗̩̌̿͋̔͝ī̵̢͈͚̘̘͔͙̃͂̑̊̇̋n̷͓̟͔̆̈́͛͜͠͝t̷̨̖̯̦̀o̴̢͈͓̰̽ ̵̪̪͓͉̀ş̴̝͂͆̓̑̔͘͝p̴̦̣̠̤̞̹̈a̵̯̍r̸̹̜̪̠̺̥͇̿͗̅e̷̡̖̘̬̺̤͒͂̈́̍̂͠ ̷̡̮̫̈́̇̎͘p̵̞̝͍͉͕̼̠͆̔̄̈̄́̑̔a̸̭͍͔̯͚̮̔̌́ȓ̶̲̟̬̝̮̗̙̃́͆͜ṫ̸̨̹̩s ̵̲̦̯̣͓̤̦̉͗̈͆̍f̶͖̦̿͋̂̈͘͘ͅǫ̵͖̹͕͇̽͊̏͐̈̚̚͠ͅr̸̼̂͜ ̴̛̲̜́́͐̌̚ę̸̘̤̖̋̎ͅv̷̙̒̏̓̃͑̃͝ȇ̵̦̥̲̫̦́͂̐̈́̑͘n̵̠̠̮͆̋͘͝ ̶̦̼̌̓͒̆͌͑t̷͈̞͕̬̅̋͒͋̑r̷̢̳̪̹̙̦̠̄̕i̸̘̼̠̫̮͕̰̗͛̌p̸̥̞̦̭̗̾̈̌̒p̵̛̙̼̤̣̾̃̏̂̀͠i̷̧̟͎̠͍͍̘̙̽ṇ̴̢̬͚̫̺̳̓̏̿͑͛͝ḡ̶̛̟̭͍̼̲̦́̾̏̑́̕ ̴̧̫̩̝̯̥̤͐̈́͆͒͛͜t̴͛ͅh̷̩̳̽͑́̀̂̾͘ä̷̼͈̘̖́̾̐̓̇ñ̶͎̂͑ ̵̣̪̱̳̳̝͚̣̆̒̓ḥ̶̢̹͚̩̤̓̄̾͂͒͘͠ë̷̠̩̲̘͔̥̮́̅̀̌̚͝ ̷̧̟̙̭̰̯͛̎̌͜ḑ̵̢̦̯̜̇o̶̯͚͜͝e̸͔̯͂ͅs̸̨̨̬̰͍̳͈̜̈́́̐͌͑̾̍̚ ̶̨̙̘̲̹͍̚ņ̶͔̦̰̈́̕̚o̴͈̱̬͖̰͒́͝ͅw̷̘̘̆̂̑͋̀ ̸̗̫̥͉͚̜̆́͋̐̀͘̚ẅ̴̦͇͎̬̜̺͙́̓́̑̋i̷̜̱̒ẗ̴͕̰́͝͠h̴̥̘͖̒͛̂͊̐̇͒ ̷̢͖̘̺̠̣͈̆o̶̠̻͇͕͓̱̠̤̔̃̃͝n̵̻̩̝̮̎́̇̀l̷̢̛̠̞̜͍̠̙̊͒y̴̢̨̛̪̭̓͑̌́̉͂͘͜ͅͅ ̷̼̹̫̠̹̃͐̄́̓̈́̍̕o̸̧̨̨̙̳̞̮͖̊̌̋̆͗n̴͓͊́̏̕͝e̶̮̫̟̮̺̥̐͜ͅ ̸̭͉̱̫̤̠̰̻̈́̈͐͗͘ţ̸͓̾h̶̥̣̀̓̈́͝i̸̡͚̹̯̩̎̀̔̓͘͠n̵̡͓͕͖͎͕͋͌̏̿͒̑̚ģ̴̦̯͔̈́͆ ̵͉̰̽̓̓ç̴̨̛̭̤a̴̹͑̒̓p̶̧͓͔͔̖̣͑̒͐̓͒̚ͅͅȧ̶̟͔̞̬̯͙̪̖b̸̞̎l̵̡̩͍̪̘̰͈̃̈́̃ͅe̴̲̞͝ ̵̧̨̫̖͙̳̀̒̂͋͝͠o̶͚̜̦͈̐f̴̤̩̉ ̸̬̺̹̓͝k̴͈͖̥̫̒́̑̂̋́͒͜i̴͚̠̜̼͍̺̔ͅl̸̨̬̖̩̝̭͈̓̎̃l̸̤̟͉̱͇̼̫̃̾̀͊͘i̵̪̟̗̩̬̎̈́̈͘n̸̢̙̩̮̱̹̘̒̌͋̀͋̈̚͘g̴͙͔͕̩̖̰̀̀̀̓̀͒̒ͅ ̸͓̼͈̯̽̇͛̆̈͘h̶̞͖̙͍̱̩̫̀̃ͅḯ̷̢̟͍͍͖̩̱̿͋̒̽̀͘m̴͓̒͋́͌͌ ̴̨͖̩͔̰͎̂̏͗͜w̶͔̽͑̌į̴̛͍̲̤͖̉̽̋͂͒̿̕t̶̡̡̛͇̤́̀̈́͑̕̚͠ḩ̶̡̛̛̰̥̖̬̀͊͂̑͝ ̷̤͚̰̫̞̃̌e̵̗̖͋̀̎̊̊̃͜a̷̛̛̮͔̰͚̯̪̔̀̈́̊͂͠s̷̞̘̪̼̗̙̀͐̕̕ë̷̢̫̭͔̤̭́.̸̫̹̣̭̳̝͕̬͗

Seeing this, V frowned and tensed up. He knew J. Both the old J from the days in the Manor before that thing turned them into monsters, and this new, brainwashed dimwit version that was actually terrifyingly smart.

Sure, the J back in those days was an ass, maybe even psychotic since despite him actually giving a small damn about some drones like V and N, the corporate obsessed Drone often would make other Worker Drones trip up or make mistakes that would cause the elder Eliots and their guests to kill them to draw unwanted attention away from their trio.

But this Disassembly Drone J? Any small redeeming qualities he had as a Worker Drone from him being protective of a small circle of drones and Terry was so absent now, that V often questioned in private if that abomination actually killed off the old J completely and just put an entirely different CPU into his reconstructed body. After all, while N’s lingering skills as a maid from the Manor meant she was able to keep J generally appeased by keeping the Corpse Spire clean and decently organised, the verbal and emotional abuse he clearly put their female squad member through was nothing short of horrific.

A̷̺̬̻͂̑̿̇n̸̺͍̩̬̰̈́͝d̵̦͍͇̯̑͌̚͠͝ ̷͚̲͊̐̓̓y̶͎̬̓͋̏̊͝ȇ̶̢̨̖͎̘͙́̇̑̈́̿̚͝t̶̢̼͉̱̯̩͗̽̇̀͊̿̐͒ ̶̫̯͚̙͍̻͉̦̏̇̒̉á̴͈̑̈́̑͐n̶̡̼͔̠͊̽͒̌̿ ̷̤̤̠̯͚̃͆̂̚ų̴̡̘̘͖̩̦́ͅn̴̨̧̗̘̻̥̥̱̄̊͋̓́͘͠ť̴͈̲̇͑̐o̸̤̙͐̇̓̚u̸̼͍̪̣̖̾c̴̢̼̼̙̊ḩ̷̼̥̘͕͉̈́e̴̲̲̓̏̊͊́̀̐d̴̠̙̫̫̈́̈́̍̋̕ ̶̞̻̩̬̹̫̖͇͂̾̇̓͊̚̕͝p̶̫̱̈̒̽͠ä̸̧̙̟̦́̾̄̈̄͒r̵̡̯̠̤͕̆̏̈́̓̌ͅͅt̷̞̫̼̾́͛̕ ̴̗͖͕̮͑̋͒̃͝o̸̡̦͙̲̪͑͐̒͘͜f̸̦̩̱̱̬̳̬̾̅̾̚̕ͅ ̷̫̭̜̝͛̿̌t̸̛̫͎͙̘̩̠̟̦̿̂͝h̵̦̼̱̳̤͕͈̩̅́̎̄͌͒͠͝e̵͇̔͗̔̂̉̔͠ ̶̙̣̻̩̱͍̂̽̇͐ͅș̴̛͎̓̎̄̾h̵̭͚̒̐̏ỹ̸̛̦͔̮̯̖̜̰͙̽̆͘ ̸̰̗̗̖̯̦̌b̶̝͚̥̂̔̎͠u̸͓͎͍̓̏͌̓̀̀͂͌ẗ̷̗̝́̂̈́͝l̷͎̹̭̩̄́ȇ̶̢̛̗̭̉͛͘͠r̷̡̥̗̋́͆ͅͅ ̵̳̫̻͈̦̥͉̅t̴̡̡̮̙̙̦̺͐͛̑̾͋͆͝ḩ̸͇͔͇̥́͋̈́̒̂͒͠a̸̩͕̤͚͋͆́̀̆̇̄̍t̷̛̩͒͐́ ̸̨͙̥̻͒̓V̸̗̼̘̂͌̊̅̄ ̸̡̨̟̘̖̲̼̝̾o̸̢͉͔͉̬͎̓͑͜͜ǹ̷͉̱̖̑͒̅͆͆̚̕c̵̘͈̼̏e̶̝̭͊̉̐̑̌̊̚ ̶̧͚͉̩̜̘̘̇͗͐̈́̂͆͑̂͜ŵ̸͉̜͕̤̭̮͕̪͌̊̕̚͠ȁ̴̮͚̮͚̍̋́̓̎͠s̸̗̎̊̀́̑͐̕͝ ̷̛̗̱̻̉̃́̋ͅn̵͕̩̑̔̈́́̃e̶̖͌́̿̍̆͑͘a̸̙̫̪̰̻͈̾̈́̔̔͘r̴̳̲͇̆́ ̶̣̩̫̟̮̺̺̅̍̈́̑̏v̷̡̩̻̠̑̿̏͊͒͒̏ë̷̞̟́̃̉̎̎̋̐͠n̷̨̮͔͖̣̔̑͊̈́͑̈́͗̕o̶̠̐m̴̧̺̲̓̒̋̾̽̔̀͠o̵̗͎͖̦̣̤͆̚ù̵̘̈́͌ṣ̸̫͚̏́͂ļ̸̽͑͋y̶̨͖̺̝̐̓̓̐̈́̕ ̷͙͖̯̠̟͙̊͆͝s̴͉̼̱͗̒̾͋̀n̷̡̟̬̝̳̬̈́̌ä̴̪̮́̎̚r̶̢̜̟̺̠̹̳͋̀̈́́͝ͅl̶̛̰͇̬̟̇e̸̦̺̖̚͝d̶̫̗͕͇̩̉̔͑̉́̎͜͜ ̵͙̻͉̳̐̽͜͝͝ț̷̈́̈́̋̇͗̚̕h̵̛̲̔̆́̔́̀â̵̗̋̍͂͜t̸̬̝̦̻͗̐̈́͌̾͂ ̸̹͎͍͙̘̅ͅh̶͈̠̘̬̘̠̮͂̋̀͗è̵͎̱̙̖̼͖̰̈̍̂͗͆̂ ̸̪͚̋̔ẁ̴̠͉̠̪̱̑ͅa̵̖̠̭̒̈͗̅̿s̸͚̦̝̥̈́ͅň̶̡͕͎͚͙̟͙̍͒̀͋̐̊̚'̴̨̈́̅̿̉t̷̤͓̰͎͛̿͂͠ ̸͔̍́͘m̸̫̤̣̱̪̗̽̍̀͑̉̀u̶͉̓̉c̴̨̣̦̳̮͗̾́͗̌̇͘ͅͅh̷͎͙͎̺͓͙̩̀́͒̊̒̕ ̵̛̬̓̈́̑̂̀͋͂b̵̝̰̼͑͜͜ȇ̸̫̊̃̈́̎͝ẗ̴̙͎́̊t̷͖̳̲͐͊̍̂̌̃͜ͅë̵̟̹̻̤̣͚̙́ȓ̶͙̺̈́͋̌̉̒͘͝.̴͚̲̮̒̓̏̓͊͠͝

So sufficed to say, the fact that J was having an episode of being pleased and irritated meant something bad was going to happen to either V himself or N. And V was really hoping that the bad will actually be pointed a-.

“Where is that Synergistic liability!?” J demanded as he walked over to V, mentally causing the other Drone to groan.

“Robo-Goddammit N!” V thought to himself, feeling quite a bit at anger towards the girl before freezing up as he registered the spike of rage and stomped it down hard like so many other times.

He would not hurt N! He might act like he doesn’t care and actively intimidate and scare the female Disassembly Drone to try and keep her away and have as close to complete peace as she could while on this wasteland of a planet, but he will never hurt her!

H̴̨̭̠̞̟̥͇̼̫͔͎̆e̵̘̫͈̳͇͙͈̍ ̷̤̖̫͇̣̠͊̇̊̽ͅn̸̨̢͕̻͒̈́̂̊͋̓̉̐̕ơ̶̧̧̡̧͔̣̹̬̬̦̌̓̌͌̈́̾t̷̙͓̗̦̙̹̩̥͐̋̽͊̾́̈̉̚̚͠ ̷̧̡͓̫̘̣̯̫̱͐̃̀ŵ̷͙ȉ̴̧͙̣̮̤̥̩͇́̆͗͝l̶̨͔̫̭͈̲͌̌̒̃̆̃̕͝͝ͅl̸̨̢̢̠͉͕̞͓̞͐̀̏̃̂͛͒͂̚͘ ̴̧̢̨̯̰̥͓̩̼͙̍͛͆̂͆̾̌̊̎̈́͝ͅḩ̶̜̜̳̿̉͗̓u̵̟̱͕̯̇̓ͅr̵͍͍̋̉̿t̵̜̣̣͙̺̘̼̭̽͗̈̽̄̀ͅ ̵͕̙͇̱͈͎͇̗̑̈́͑͆̊̉h̷̨̪̥͕̙̼̜͎̪͆͌̅̌̇̎͐́ͅi̴̡͍̳͙̲̥̭̰͓̹̗̾͑͆̾̌̀́̓̔̓͘s̷͈͔͑̾̅̋̒́ ̶̗̙̠̝̹̳͎͌̄̾͛̐̀͊̕̚͝g̵̞̮̹̼̅̊i̴̫̠͙̹̋͊̒͊͑́̕̕̚ṙ̶̢̼͔̮̣͎̪̟̮̈́͆͑̉̊͑͂̀̍̕ͅl̵̠̟̞͔͍̗̹̹̉͗̏͋̈́̚͝͠f̴̥̰̘̰͑ŗ̸̡̰̪͓̻͍̞̙̽͌̉̄͛͑̀͝͝i̷̧͓̬̪̗̦͓̓̑̎̇̌̾͛̒̀̕͠e̵̺̬̘̾͑̓ṇ̶̡̗̱̲̺͍̋̂̍́̆̒d̶̝̣̬͔̹͕͊̈̌̆͑̏̍͝ ̴̢̲̰̬͎̬͈̜̼͋͊͜a̴̛̟͇̝̪̜̱͚̩̜͕͎̋͆̈́͆͋̽̇̇͛g̷̙̠͇̖̺̙̥̠͉͖͖͂̎̄å̸̖̬̪̲̹͚̺͔̝͍̂͂̎̔̀͌̆̏͠͝ǐ̷̝̯̩̞̙̺̯͙̆͂̕ͅn̴̨̛͈̪̳̘̻͎̪̮̏̈̌̿͌̔̉͒̂.̵͉̜̯̤͙́̓͂͜ ̸̣̲̤̅̊̓̋̐̅̊͘͝ͅÑ̸̡͓̲͙̣̬̟̞̳̆̆́͜o̸̡̤̤̙̬̺̟̐̍̂̉͗̒́͝͝t̵̡͎͓̪͖̃̓̈́͠ ̴̩̣̮͚̒̑̋͐̎ͅa̴͈̺̤͊̌̏f̷̹̭̐̀̑͆̀̌̑̀͜t̸̙̗͓̼̮̒͛͗̀̏̿̔̽ę̵̧͊r̸̨̊̈́̏̃̅͊͂̍͋͆͝ ̷̢̻͕̱͍̱̤͑́ṭ̶̢̨͇̳̯̗̰̗͈̆̈̊̓̚h̷͖̪̣̭̱̬̒͐̍̉́̈́̚a̷̡̺̱̲̠̰͂ͅt̶̗̣̠̫̠̪̆̀͒͐̂͆̄̊̾̕͝ ̷̨̘̺̤̟̖̞͖̽͐̓̑̑͗͊̏͝͠t̸̛̫̞̬͉̞̱͔̿̈̌ͅh̵̺̹̲̦̬̿̇̉̈́i̸̬̝̮̖̱̩̱͑n̷̨̼̰̯̜̩͐̌̈̕ğ̸̱̮̬̰̘͓̽̈́͊̆̾̈́ ̴̨̨̧̹͖͙̮̻̥͔̜̓̈̀̓́͊́̎̀̚͝m̸̨̢̦̳̦̺͍͔̣͚̆̑͐̑́̋͘͘a̷̰͎͂̽͑͒͐̀̔͝d̴̛̟̱͕̪̑͑̓͋̈́͗e̸̘̱̳͓̫͕̟͚͇͔̙̓̆̌̇̓̇͊̈́̇̓̚ ̶̤͚͓͎͙͚̳͕̺͗ḣ̶̛͔͗́͑͒̀͊̅̔͊e̵̢̛̫̟̔́͊̀͑͝r̷̘͇̾́͛̽̓̊̍̈́̑̌̍ ̵̟̱̝͛̐̆̈́̏̄̅́̇̒̂d̷̝͇̲̿̐́͘į̴̧͉͓̝̈́̿̂̅͆̕s̴̛͈̖̫͚͉̩̫̮͕̒̾̃̎͛̊̕͜͠s̴̝̟͕̻̻̰̗̙̩̬̔͑͜é̴̞̖̅͘c̷̡̛̮͚̏̎̍̓̀̈́̕͝͝ţ̷̨̡̩̫͖̲̲̼̀̿̑̍͜ ̷̩̠͚̭̗̲̞̈́̂̓N̸̎͆́̔̊̽̕͜ ̵̛͓̭͔̲̪̜͎̐̾̾͗͂͋͒̚͝ő̴̧̖͚͙̟͉̻̭̺͂̆̌͆ṅ̸͚̣̺͎̱̮͕͈̼̈́̏̽̎͊̍̈́̕ ̴̡̡̠̉̎͐͊̅̐͋̆͆͠t̶̟͎͖̦̦̼̀h̴̻͂̊̈́̓ȁ̴̖̯̳̀̓̊̅̋ţ̵̛͕̙̠̠̘̪͇͋̅͐̅͘ ̷̧͕͇͓̭̗͎͇̲̼̼͛̑̒̉̈̆͑̔̋̕͘ḩ̶̛̟̩͍͈͔ͅơ̸̥̝̊r̸̰̼͖̮̲̣̖͙͎̓͗̿̃̇̋̈́r̴̡͚͕̭̺̤̪͌̎ȉ̴͓̯̂d̶̡̖͔͙̜̗̤̘̫͚̆̾̾̀͐̂̆̎ ̶͍̩̦͎̯̠̙͕͕̉̏̈́̊̑͐n̵̨̛̗͚̫̟̥͖̘̺̑͊̆̍͂͐͒̀͘͝į̶̭̜̭̈́̓̍̎g̴̡̩̭̖̩͇̜̞̖̖̪͐̃̓͋́̄̓̔͘̕ẖ̷̩̞͓̄͌͒͗͒͋͘t̴̳̠̍͑͝.̷͓̝̻͙̖͖̜̥̲̜̍͑͂͝

“Oh? And what did our little cleaner do this time?” V questioned, allowing the corpse he had been holding to drop to the ground before then bringing out his claws and picking at his metallic teeth to get out bits of circuity and scrap metal out of them.

“I… That’s not important!” J said, causing V to pause as he looked at the other male Drone in surprise. Sure, J being snappy when N apparently did something that ticked him off was expected and so that didn’t bother him, but the fact that J wasn’t saying what it was? Now, that was something weird and potentially really concerning.

“What, did she kick your ass or something?” V asked, chuckling to himself at the idea because of how glorious the image was to him. Sadly wouldn’t happen, N was too loyal and polite for that even now when they all became monsters, but hey, a guy can imagine the girl he loved in such a situation.

Though, still paying attention to the current moment, he was surprised to see J practically sputtering out corporate based denials. Which, considering it wasn’t a normal denial could only mean one thing…

“Wait, she actually did it!?” V said in shock, not expecting an apparent possibility to become real. In fact, if there was still fresh oil in his mouth, he was sure he’d have spat it all out like a human doing a spit take right now.

“S-Shut up! That damned glitch merely got the jump on me!” J yelled out in anger, even switching out a hand for a sword to raise it up and lightly cut V’s visor. Not enough to do any real damage or draw oil, but enough for the cut on V’s visor to be visible for a dew seconds before it was repaired.

For a second though, this one small instant of damage caused V to glare at J and switch out his own hand for a claw to point at and lightly pierce through the Corporate obsessed Drone’s chest, something that made the Squad leader also glare in return.

Staying in this little threatening stalemate for a solid minute, both Disassembly Drones were not willing to kneel down to the other now that even the slightest bit of damage was done to them, but as if communicating and agreeing with one another without saying a single word or displaying a message on their visor, the pair slowly stepped away and got rid of their respective weapon until they were each a few feet away from one another.

“…Okay, our one Drone clean up crew didn’t actually introduce you to the ground.” V said casually, though still maintaining a tense frame after how quick J was to snap now. “Then what the scrap is it that you want?”

“What I want, is for you to help me find and punish the near waste of material.” J stated, before then turning around and bringing out his wings. “Tell her that depending on if she actually does a decent job killing Toasters for once, I might lessen her punishment from denying her access to the oil reserves for the next week to a few days.”

With that said, before V could say anything more towards the brainwashed halfwit, J took off with enough force to kick up the snow and ash below him, temporarily blinding V and by the time that it settled down and the male Disassembly Drone could see where his Squad leader was flying, V saw him already heading a few miles north.

“…What happened to you?” V couldn’t help but ask as he watched the flying J until his body was out of view before sighing in exhaustion. Really, he wondered how the old J would have reacted to this version.

Would he have been horrified? Would he have shrugged and continued on with his life? Was there some apparent secret about the Male Drone all the way back then that would have caused him to have a reaction that V could never have imagined?

Well, he supposed it wasn’t important. Right now, what was important was getting in a few more kills and keeping an eye out for N after the apparent ass kicking she gave J, and if he could make it happen, squeeze out the glorious details of how it happened and what caused N to snap like that from her.

With his next course of action in mind, and deciding to remove J from the forefront of his thoughts, V brought out his wings and took off into the air to continue reaching his kill quota and keep an eye out for N.

But, as he flew through the air, V wasn’t really able to pay attention to keeping an eye out for Worker Drones to kill, and he didn’t try to make creative kills either like he always did when a Worker Drone did catch his attention for whatever reason. Instead, he had to wonder what made N apparently kick J’s ass to the point of him being so pissed as to cut her off from their oil reserves to up to a week as a punishment when his usual tactics were verbal and emotional abuse to their female squad mate.

After all, N never really let things affect her happy personality and if he had to give that glitch one thing, he knew that it cared for his ex/̴̧͔͈̯͉͛̏̔̎̑͑̚͠g̸̛̮̻̹͖̎͌̐̐̄̒͘ȉ̶͍̝̖̭͇̘̙̜͂͝r̸̢̫̻̰̙̹͂ͅl̷̢̞̳̬̹͚̤̗̅ͅf̴͇̪̬͈̅̕ͅr̷̢̡̳̫̝̩̘̦̩̓̇͂͗́̔̑̒͝i̴͎̞̟͉̓̍e̷̛̻͙͈̜̊̋̀̎n̶̢͔̜̟͑̈́̌͝ͅd̴̛̗̻̩̣͚͆̓͛̾̔̒́̕ on some level, at least enough to view her as a favourite toy ę̷̧̛̠̮͔̰̪̪̻̐̎v̵̞̜̼͛̍͂̓̕ẻ̷̲̥̞̀̐͐̆̕͝n̷̳͈͎̙̹̜̼̅́͑̾̄̈͐̽ͅ ̴̛͚͍̙͇̼̋̀͂̀̓͘t̷̜̖̲͕͖̻̠̑͂́͗̂ḩ̴͔̜̳̬̆̓͛͋͝͠ô̷̪̳͍͇͔̘͈̓͂̇̎͘͝û̷͚̞̼̩̺̥̤̑͝g̸̢̼͋͊̆͋h̴̡̤͙̦͚̹̐͊̈̈͐̕̕͜ ̸̛̦̍̂̔̅́̕ţ̸̱͔̥͉̂̓͛͋h̸̡̡̠̺͔̗̝͌͊̈́̌̈͘͘ę̷̠͈̝̪̬̱̗̣͑̏̉̀͝͝͠ ̷̫̔̉t̷̤̝̣̰̓͋͜h̵̡͙͔̥͕̙͐͠ǫ̸͇͙̮̼͔̮͎̇͋͘u̶̡͂̉̈̇̊ͅg̴̙̥̓̀͒͋̒h̶̨͖͈̩͊͊̌̃̍̌͝ẗ̸̪́ ̴͇̟̻̤̮̕͝o̶͙͇̭̿̌f̸̙̜̑͊̑̽̎̚ ̷̛̘͊̏̇N̸̜̦̎̽͐͒̓͜͠ ̷̙̳̺̬̯̹̠̺͙͗̓͌̃b̸̧̞̭̞̱͈̒͛ͅͅͅe̸̛̟̭͖͔̭̣̞̺̍͋̌͋͝i̴̖͇̾̾̈͜n̶͕͍͌̆́̚g̷͎͙̤̅ͅ ̸͍̊v̸̛̪̈͛̀̄̉̅̊i̷͙̰̐͒̇̈́̓̿̇ė̴̪͗̓̍̈́͒w̷̨̼͇̬͚̠̤̿̽̾̓è̸̳̼̣͚́͘ͅd̴͙̬̭̟͓̜̩̮̫̄̐̔ ̸̺̼͖̟̺̟͜͠͝a̴̺̔̈́s̷̗̆͌̀͋̑̉͠͝ ̸̛̼̫͎͛̓̄͆͘ą̷̨͙̞̩̜̍̓̉͑̋͠ͅ ̶̧̱̻̃t̶̺͐͒̌̅̑̾ó̶̱̖͚̩̣͓̰̱̬y̴̧̮̺̥͔̣̻̝̑̏͒͗͘͜ ̴̜̼̈́̓̑̿i̴̹͎̞̖̼͙͋̓n̷̬̙̍̀̀͆ ̴̨̻̖̘̳͍͌̉̎͆͛̚ͅa̵͚̦̐͂̌̓n̵̰̹̳̦͑̓́͒̌͜ȳ̴̨̨̛͚͔͖̣̂͑ͅ ̵̢̛̱͙̞̪̓͑̂̎̌͝c̷̘̎̿́̍̇̕͜ͅͅō̶̞͚̼̘n̷̪̐̆́́ţ̸̱̤̟̝͖̮̑́ͅe̴̙̲͇̲̰̊͂x̷̡̛̟̉̉̓͗͑̉̂̇͜t̴͇̞͈̹̜͆̿̄̇͂͑̒̿͂ͅ ̸͔̙̬̎̄g̷̛͔͉̬͙̠̭̫̓̿̾͘r̵̡̢̩͇̄̅i̶̘̩͎͈̿n̵̲̳̅͌ḑ̸̳̞̱̖͕̝̹̀́̍̒̉̌̉ͅé̴̡̲͈̌̐̈̃͝͠d̵̢̠̺̱̰͍̱̓̀͌̎ ̶̛̺͙̭̿̊̍̄̀͒h̸̡͔̋̃̽̀͊̆̄̀͗ï̶̢̫͕̫̝͎̈́̽͐͌́̂s̴̢͇̏͑ ̶̱̲͎̳̖̾̈́͗͊̐̈́͌ğ̴̘̖̟̱͍̦̯ȇ̶̡͖͓̯̠͕̥̖̜a̴̱͚̘̰̤̟͎͊r̴̬͕͒̓̒̏̿͆̂s̸̡̢̮͙̖͎͙̟͓̆͊̆̃̊͐͘.̵̨̺̠̭̈́̈́̊̅̌͌

Especially when N’s personality has her go for quick and painless kills whenever she could. Sure, given her current memories, N definitely treated all of this as a game but her kindness caused her to go for vital and quick to kill areas on the occasions she actually kills Worker Drones, and that’s assuming she actually goes through with it before V or J show up and take the kills.

“Well, may as well get my answers when I find her sometime soon.” V thought to himself, before noticing a group of Workers below him and smirking, his eyes on his visor switching to a glowing ‘X’ before flying down at them.

Though, V will admit… he was still confused on why the Drones he was encountering right now weren’t wearing any clothes. Sure, they weren’t needed at all, but still, it was odd given how many other Workers did .

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