Built to be a replacement and to dispose of the obsolete

by Robonut2010

Summary:

Uzi was forced to kill N, completely as if her body was moving on its own, and this mysterious voice keeps speaking to Uzi. Who is this voice? Why did it make her kill N? Will others die because of this?

OR

what if Uzi's want to kill the disassembly drones came true after she grew to know and love them.

Chapter 1: blood-stained wallpaper

Before Uzi could pull away from N opening up her wings she felt this force manipulate her mouth open and her wings to hold N in place, her body lunging forward to his chest, forced to charge right through and chomp down on what must have been N’s heart. His visor now bore an unfortunate omen: FATAL ERROR. Soon her UI started glitching, it wouldn’t be long before Uzi lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was lying on the snow, and strewn across the sparkling white grounds was patches of delicious oil, N’s arms, lower body, and head sprinkled around as well.

Uzi stood up and walked over to N’s severed head and picked it up, “I’m a monster… you were just trying your best… I had no control… I’m so sorry N” Uzi whispered and almost cried. Putting on N’s camp hat despite being on the verge of tears “you won’t be forgotten, dear friend”

“GOOD JOB, perfect host” a robotic voice resonated from the depths of Uzi’s mind

 

That was 3 months ago…

Now Uzi is digging through V’s code, desperately trying to get V to move in her mind. She still gets flashbacks to that night. Uzi’s fingers were skittering across the keyboard like decomposer roaches, watching code flying past, occasionally flicking her optics to her second monitor to see if there’s any update on V’s condition. Eventually, after scanning through a couple thousand lines of code, Uzi got V awake and moving. It was weird, seeing V like this, just a normal worker, well normal was a bit of a stretch as a maid outfit is definitely not normal, the poor things this drone must have seen.

As V woke up and looked around, she spotted the vessel Uzi was currently using, a destroyed worker body left in this library “oh, oh no, how unfortunate, you poor thing” V softly spoke as she picked up Uzi’s temporary armless body “I wasn’t aware you were still working, I’ll take you to Tessa and she’ll get you all fixed up. She will absolutely love the colour of your eyes, I just can’t look away from their striking purple hue and how it blends into this yellow almost seamlessly and their unique shapes are just to die for and-” this cannot be the same drone that kills workers with a smile on her face and giggling throughout, like how did this become the merciless killer Uzi knows as V-X00100000.

“no, no, no, go down the trapdoor to the basement” Uzi points down to the basement door below them with her vessel’s foot.

V placed her finger over Uzi’s vessel’s mouth “shh, no need to fear, you’re in good hands, your code must be bugging ou-” this caused Uzi to bite V’s finger “-www, a biter, are we? N was like that too before Tessa put that ‘toxic positivity’ personality trait into his code”

“V… I’m trying to help you”

 V started walking away from the basement “And you did a great job, now you need new arms because your other ones seem to have been ripped off” V tapped Uzi’s vessel right between the eyes

Uzi continued to plea with V, despite her stubbornness “V, I think you need to go into that basement NOW.” It was like trying to convince a WDF member to not touch a single card for a whole day. A truly Sisyphean task

Despite Uzi’s attempts to convince V, she continued to be reassuring “I assure you; Tessa won’t hurt you, nor will her procedures” petting Uzi’s vessel’s head, it was quite nice get a grip on yourself Uzi, you’re here to restore V’s memories, not get petted and soothed

Uzi braced herself and gently raised her voice “V, I didn’t want to have to resort to this, but these are memories and you’re kinda unconscious and hooked up to my computer in my room right now, and so, to gain your memories back in full, you need to enter the scary basement”

V knowingly replied “ah the classic ‘Thinks They’re A Hacker And Tries To Lure Someone Into The Basement To Kill Them’ bug, I know it well, J had it before Tessa turned her into a thorn in N’s side”

“Tessa’s in the basement” Uzi said defeatedly.

“Well why didn’t you say so?” V sounded shocked and took an immediate 180 degree turn and started taking the exact path as before but now Uzi could see just how well V knew these halls as she whirled through the maze without missing a beat.

Eventually they got back to the library and the trapdoor, the walls now plastered with blood, oil, and maroon flesh woven across the floor, walls, bookcases, and ceiling. Suspended in a massive mound of flesh on the wall behind the trapdoor was this partially destroyed worker head bearing millions of sharp needlepoint fangs, as well as a ribcage-like structure, but it was all one solid, spiky plate, a rib plate almost, and disassembly drone wings. V let Uzi down onto the floor and cautiously lifted up the trapdoor. The caution was immediately warranted as what popped up from the trapdoor could only be described as a nightmare, a long cylindrical tube with the front edge lined with fangs, and a singular cold yellow optic.

The tube spoke in a familiar robotic voice, a voice Uzi has heard before, three months ago, on the night she was forced to kill N, “JUMPSCARE. GRAB, crush” Uzi’s vessel was grabbed by this claw that suddenly popped up with the ugly cylinder and crushed Uzi’s vessel like it was a tin can, the last sound Uzi heard before she was booted out of V’s mind was V’s cry

“NEWWW FRIEEEEND, NOOOOO!”

It’s a good thing that Uzi already worked out how to give herself a new vessel, the only eligible body left was the same camera, which is stuck in a birdcage. Once Uzi was back in V’s mind, V was strapped down to a disarmed electric chair with a hammer about to go down on a chisel which would have digitally lobotomised V, with muffled unholy screams of terror coming from upstairs.

“woah!” Uzi yelled as the hammer went hurtling into V’s visor, luckily she had moved the chisel before it would have burrowed into V’s head.

“hey wait, I do remember you… GET OUT OF MY HEAD PURPLE THING!” V commanded just as Uzi was kicked out yet again. V woke up in her normal body hyperventilating like she just woke up from a nightmare, Uzi spun around in her chair to face V, normally after a moment of such vulnerability V would be angry or insult Uzi, but she just sat there, hyperventilating. Uzi got up from her chair and walked across the paper-covered metal floor over to where V was sitting, curled up into a little ball.

Uzi didn’t know what to do, she’s never had to deal with something like this. She remembered how, in the memories, V tried to soothe her and calm her down, so Uzi tried something similar, reaching out her hand to touch V on her head and gently petting it down, holding V tight, listening to what she has to say

“so many saws… scalpels… there were so many scalpels… my face” Uzi heard all of her worries and met them with kindness, a feeling alien to her.

Uzi grew her wings and gently encapsulated them “shhh, its ok, I’m here, those nasty evil saws and scalpels can’t hurt you anymore, and if they do come to hurt you, I’ll destroy them before they can even touch you” Uzi’s reassuring voice felt like a lie, but it’s what V needed, and someone has to be the group therapist after she was forced to kill N. V leaned in and nestled herself gently into Uzi’s chest.

This gave Uzi time to think, was the robotic voice in V’s mind connected to the same voice Uzi heard 3 months ago, who or what is Cyn, and why did V call her that in their fight that very same night, are they connected, more things to add to the ceiling investigation board later.

Chapter 2: PLOT ARMOUR EXPERIMENT LOG-05/a brand-new U

Summary:

Cyn has started experimenting a while ago

these are those experiments

“OH, NS. WE ARE MAKING THIS U MATCH TWO OF YOU” Cyn said as the selected U, U-2, had a claw clamped over her body, scrambling to get away from Cyn’s clutches “YOU GET TO BE BRAND NEW AGAIN, LUCKY you” Cyn tapped U-2 on the peak of her mouth area. Taking her away into the med bay of this old human bunker.

“Please Cyn, reconsider…” N-2 pled, N-3 had to turn a blind eye to all of this, despite every circuit in his body telling him that he should help U, he knew that if he messed with Cyn, he would be put on control duty for at least a month, and he could do without being-

Before he could finish his thought, N-3’s vision faded to black…

 

N-3 woke up, bleary-eyed, confused as to what is happening, slumped down on the oil-slick floor next to N-2 and U-1, still asleep with a background noise of squelching. Through the blur, he spotted movement on the tables, what he could barely make out to be Cyn sawing and cutting through U-2’s body. Oil and sparks were flying everywhere. N-3 wished he never blinked away the camera error… he can now see properly… he regrets having cameras…

As Cyn’s claws brutally tore material out of U-2’s torso and tossed it aside…

As Cyn melted U-2’s torso shut with a blowtorch. The smell of burnt oil, fabric, plastic, silicone, and flesh hung heavy in the air…

As Cyn wrapped tentacles around U-2’s arms and pulled them from U-2’s body…

As Cyn grabbed arms that looked similar to N-1 and N-2’s and shoved them into U-2’s empty arm gash with no care for the material

As Cyn hacked at U-2’s underside until no scraps were left and N-3 accidently got a look at flesh, pulsating and beating as one, was that also inside him…?

In the darkness he could swear he saw a little purple light, marked by fear…

Cyn melted more of U-2’s figure to fit some form N-3 didn’t know…

Cyn grabbed a pair of lower legs and shoved them into U-2’s gaping underside, the tail clinking uselessly against the floor…

It was horrifying but N-3 couldn’t look away if he tried. It was hypnotizing in the most grotesque way…

When Cyn ripped off U-2’s face and N-3 could see hundreds of shiny white-ish spheres with a purple-coloured ring around a black dot…

When Cyn cut past the weird, squishy spheres which burst and added to the growing pool of fluids below…

When Cyn cut open a hole in the top of U-2’s head, all the way down to the base of her visor…

When Cyn rummaged around inside U-2’s head, shifting wires, grabbing intact spheres and putting them in the big crescent hole…

When Cyn shoved some special cover on top of these squishy spheres and closed U-2’s head up again…

All new visor…

She was up and running

All new U-2…

Cyn spoke to the mortified, shaking N-3, “DO YOU LIKE her… DO YOU LIKE THE BRAND NEW U… I THINK SHE CAME OUT EXTRA murderous… TEST time” and just like that, Cyn was gone. The U-2 N-3 knew is gone and he was left alone with the shell.

It’s eyes were fused together in a single cross. N-3 desperately wanted to wake the others up, but under the gaze of this gargantuan monstrosity, all N-3 could do was shrivel up into a small cowering lump in the corner, optics wider than they had ever been before.

“Incapacitated morsels, my favourite meal…” U-2 said in a way that shook N-3 to his core, U-2 licked her lips, and showed off her freshly sharpened, unused, pristine, so pristine in-fact, that N-3 could see his own frightened face reflected in her teeth. He knew it deep in his circuits…

This would be the day he dies.

he tried to put on his saddest, wettest, most pathetic look to try to make U-2 normal again, to talk to the real U-2, not this horribly mangled monster of Cyn’s creation standing in front of him…

it didn’t work…

U-2 opened up the iris mechanism where her wrists would be, and what slowly trucked out of those quad doors…

A gun, he knew that N-1 and N-2 have been forced to make similar things by Cyn for these eldritch experiments, he remembers them calling them–

 

YOU’RE DEAD, IDIOT

Restarting software…

Healing hardware…

 

 

…There has always been a tall drone by the name of serial designation U who has similar arms to N-1 and N-2 as well as a drone by the name of Uzi who has similar arms to N-3 in this bunker…

…There has always been a tall drone by the name of serial designation U who has similar arms to N-1 and N-2 as well as a drone by the name of Uzi who has similar arms to N-3 in this bunker…

 

U has always been a disassembly drone…

 

U HAS ALWAYS BEEN A DISASSEMBLY DRONE…

 

U-          -ALWAYS BE A DISASSEMBLY DRONE

 

U-          -always been-    -disassembly

 

U-          -alWays Been-   -disassemblY

 

U-          -alWayS BEEn-   -dISaSSEmBLY

 

U-          -AlWAyS BEEn-  -dISASSEmBLY

 

U-          -AlWAy5 B33n-  -d15A553m61Y

 

U-          -@lW@y5 B33n-   -d15@553m61Y

 

U-          -@lW@y5 B3-   -d15@553m61Y

 

 

N-1 didn’t remember falling asleep, so when he woke up, it was a shock to say the least.

When he processed the whole thing, N-2 was nowhere to be seen, he must have been taken off for testing, he is the control group for Cyn’s tests on U after all…

Now that N-1 thinks about it, N-3 and Uzi are gone too

He feels like he’s forgetting a really important detail that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t remember, and whenever he’s around U he feels a vague ghost of feelings such as remorse and sadness…

 

Results: assimilation will work

Chapter 3: Down the pit, into the labs

Summary:

nothing bad will happen here :)

“Based on my mom’s conspiratorial rambling, there seems to be some side effects to my powers, such as possession and randomly becoming murderous” Uzi ranted “but there is a way out of this, a patch held in a cross-shaped USB, it says here that the best place to install it is right in the face, and that I will keep all the good parts of my powers, with most of the evil parts permanently banished, except for the hunger”

“So, where is this eldritch miracle cure?” V asked.

Uzi replied “in the cabin fever labs. There’s even a drawing of the best entrance, caused during the core collapse, see if you know where it is, we need to take the keybug with us to get down into the labs” Uzi handed V the map, V seemed to squint to look at the map as if she had trouble seeing.

“Like I’d tell you the exact location, but its nearby the oil rig that we could see from that campsite we went to 3 months ago”

“greeeaaat” Uzi sarcastically groaned.

 

They flew together most of the way, Uzi used this as an opportunity to learn how to fly, land, and deal with crashing into the snow, while V just laughed while the purple drone wobbled around the sky. As they were getting near to the oil rig, they spotted a small altercation below. Unfortunately, Uzi had forgotten when to coast and when to flap, losing control of her body and falling into the middle of the altercation.

“What the-” the stranger screamed in surprise and shock, as if they had never seen a worker drone fall from the sky like a meteorite. When the snow cleared and Uzi can see who was fighting, she identified Doll, J, and a helmeted human-shaped stranger.

Here comes V, gliding down from the sky gracefully “Yeah, that’s my worker, an idiot as always”

“Way to rub it in my face” Uzi said annoyedly, getting up from the ground, brushing snow off her body.

“You…” J said as if Uzi’s very existence annoyed her, “what are you doing here, toaster?”

“To make sure that I don’t go and kill everyone” Uzi replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Uzi angrily asked the stranger “who are you, human, why are the likes of your kind here anymore?”

 “Tessa, I’m here to fix buggy workers and collect some samples for the higher-ups.” Tessa introduced “and to deal with Cyn, who disappeared from earth, and lastly sicked you two and N on the human exoplanets, speaking of N, where is he?” Tessa looked around as if trying to find any sign of the absolute beanpole of a disassembly drone, Uzi pat the back of her head down and winced, V was looking to the sky and whistling along to the tune of the wind.

Uzi took off N’s camp hat, looked to the ground, took a deep breath, and recounted “something took control, I had no choice, he’s dead, and no one’s coming to replace him”

“Aw noo, I liked him, was excited to see him too, I could put a word in and get a replacement, if you want” Tessa sadly said as they joined Uzi in staring at the snow in mourning.

“Tch, good riddance, I never needed him anyway” J offhandedly remarked. Uzi whipped her neck around to J’s direction.

Uzi sprouted her wings and grabbed J by the shoulders, she bit back “don’t you ever talk about him like that again, and if I ever catch you making a similar remark about him…” Uzi pulled her in close and whispered “you’ll get a chance to apologise right to his face”

“WHAT?! THE HECK!? the keybug!” V reacted as Doll had already teleported past Uzi, running through the oil rig, keybug in hand, jumping into the hole.

“Aaaaand, we needed that…” Tessa defeatedly sighed, “down the hole I guess”

J and Tessa flew over to the hole in the oil rig, V and Uzi were to follow suit, Uzi totally didn’t almost lose her footing and fall down the hole because of the thin nature of the metal beams, causing V to giggle quietly to herself, but the echo of the rig caused the volume of the giggle to increase, so Uzi heard her laugh, teasing out a half-smile from the angsty drone. “Why doll? why involve her? what’s happening to- her”

“She believes that the humans did something to her parents down here, gave her generational powers, which some, like her, see as a curse. None as powerful as what I hear you inherited though…”

“How… how do you know that…?” Uzi now worried.

“you’d be surprised at how often J talks and rants about you ‘I swear, that toaster is evil, that toaster was so strong, so strong, that kick had way too much power, why did she stab me with my own tail, in my foot no less, that gun was a piece of work too, I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I learn all about her’ it seems she may fancy you, she took screenshots of her own memories of your fights, printed them out, and decorated a wall of our pod with them” Tessa gossiped

J seethed with anger “you little… THOSE WERE PREPERATIONS FOR THE NEXT TIME I’D SEE THAT FRIGGING TOASTER AGAIN, NOT A CRUSH”

Uzi smugly looked over at J “you have a crush on me,” Uzi cackled, “you have a crush on me, of all the drones”

“They were in the shape of a heart, J…” Tessa was laughing now “and that’s not even the funniest part, on two separate occasions, I saw her find a purple pen or a gun in the snow and get all protective over it, even sleeping with them, hugging them tight, like a stuffed animal, I swear, sometimes I thought I could hear her saying your name in various odd ways through the walls of the pod”

J sprouted her wings, floated up, turned her back to the two gossiping engineers, raised her upper arms, and said “you all can do this without me”

“J… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told your secret, just help me out down there, I need the extra pair of hands down there” Tessa said before diving headfirst right into the hole.

V flew down after Tessa to save them, meanwhile Uzi glid to the girder near the bottom of the pit super awesomely, swooping over, under, though, and across the debris flawlessly, and totally didn’t cutely stumble on the landing, J then pretentiously followed suit. V and Uzi looked around using their torch-arm and tail respectively, finding a safe space to advance further and beckoned the stubborn stick-in-the-mud to follow.

They began to search the area, V and Tessa charging forth together, Uzi and J following behind. By this point V has let go of Tessa. They passed by the unfortunate remains of many disassembly drones along as they explored. Tessa kept on stopping to pick up good parts out of the wreckage surrounding them, indistinctly whispering, sometimes Uzi could swear that she heard her name in a positive tone, she could even catch an “oh, this will be perfect for Uzi’s mods” but only after some modifications to her settings, she didn’t know what that could mean. Tessa was offloading these parts to J, by the time they had gotten past all the corpses, Tessa had gathered enough parts to make a whole disassembly drone, Uzi could only suspect what they were for. They arrived at a crossroads with a sign hanging above it, V bumped Uzi with her elbow, bringing to Uzi’s attention the sign pointing to the secret elevator.

V mouthed “why would they label that”

“I don’t know” Uzi mouthed back.

“I know a shortcut to the elevator” Tessa proudly announced to the crowd of 3 “If we head towards the emergency assembly area, we should be able to get there a whole 5 minutes faster, and if we run into any security, I should be able to control it, due to it being human-made security, and I’m a human, but it’s highly unlikely as the sentinel regeneration bay is the opposite way”

They walked down the destroyed and wrecked hallway to a staircase downwards off to the side, but the hallway continued on, and Tessa kept leading the disassembly drones and worker drone onwards through the unfamiliar metal straightaway, leading to a heavy, metal sliding door left open. Tessa led the group into the room, saying to V and J “I heard that the oil of the security here is quite unique, warmer and sweeter than worker oil, maybe you should try and get some” Tessa proceeded to guide V and J out the door, take the parts J was holding, rush over to the button for this door, and press it.

Chapter 4: back to basics

Notes:

i used my dnd skills of lets take an hour to open a door

Tessa slammed the door in the faces of the two disassembly drones, cutting them off from the world’s cutest worker.

V and J both knew that going after the security system would be a bad idea, if the corpses in the hallway with warnings written in oil everywhere was any indication, “we are not doing that,” V stated

“Are you suggesting we break in?” J inquired

“No, I suggest we try to get the patch for Uzi” V suggested

J sighed “that somehow seems more stupid”

“Well do you have a better plan, we couldn’t break into a worker bunker when N was alive, and now we’re down a member, a member that you would have realised was quite useful if you ever treated him like a member of the team instead of an unpaid intern! You may have been high among Tessa’s Favorites, but so was he, you became jealous because Tessa favoured him more!” V argued.

“My strong, smart, powerful purple drone is in there, she is dealing with robo-god knows what, I’m just trying to help her in a way that will affect her, instead of walking away under the guise of helping her, which is what got us stuck here IN THE FIRST PLACE!” J yelled back.

“YEAH!? WELL, I LOVE HER TOO!” V accidentally blurted out in a fit of rage.

J pried “Wait… what? I’m not the only one?!” V was confused; she had feelings?! For Uzi? Her new admin no less, now that she’s thinking back to 3 months ago, during their fight, when Uzi pinned her to that tree showing her hot fangs that could sink into V’s shell like a hot knife through butter or when Uzi pinned her to the ground and V got a good look at her gorgeous violet optics, she felt like her core was about to burst out of her chest, like she was nervous or scared, but at the same time V felt an odd sense of comfort at the display. Or just a couple of hours ago when she was resting her head on Uzi’s chest and V got to feel her perfect silky shiny purple hair, V felt this ball of unimaginable fluff below her core, was this a crush? Were these romantic feelings? She had no idea that they felt so horrible but at the same time so compelling, everyone acts as if they are desirable, something to chase after, why did they act that way? Why did they frame it like that? At least V isn’t alone in these thoughts.

“I guess not! So, how are we going to open this door” V interjected, gesturing towards the door “I was thinking we push together and maybe we’ll get it open”

“That… just might work, let’s try it” J placed her hands on the side of the door, V followed suit, positioning herself above J, “on three, one… two… three!” they pushed together, grunting and pushing with all their might, trying to move it, but the only things moving were their feet. The door never moved at all. It just wouldn’t budge. They walked away from the door to hatch a new plan

“Chainsaws?” V suggested.

“No, you can’t get them on the top, the shrapnel would have nowhere to go.” J reasoned, “but perhaps I could try to use my EMP.”

“No, you would take out Uzi” V replied.

“you’re right,” J begrudgingly added “I guess…”

“But maybe we could slash through with our claws” V continued

“That won’t work given that the corpses we saw outside had slash marks all over them, most likely due to the security, these doors seem to be designed to keep something out, presumably the security system, and given that this door has no slashes at all, we can presume that the doors are at least unbelievably resistant to slashes from claws stronger than ours, ergo that was a horrible idea V” J overly explained.

V posited “bullets?”

“Maybe…” J answered, annoyed by the very idea “let’s try it…” the two retracted their hands, their nanites building them two semi-automatic guns each, these ones were quite boxy, with a long, straight clip jutting out from the bottom, except V’s had barrels very similar to Uzi’s gun.

“Huh, that little hacker knows a thing or two, must have slipped this amazing piece of craftsmanship into my arsenal while she was poking around my mind” V acknowledged, admiring the awe-inspiring work of art Uzi had done.

J reacted in fear, shuddering “just, keep those things away from me…” they both trained their guns on the impudent slab of metal, firing at will. Unfortunately, there were more bullet holes in the floor, ceiling, and walls than in the door. And the door persisted through V’s new semi-automatic magnetically-amplified-photon-converger arms’ quick, weak 20 blasts before they needed to recharge for 30 minutes. “Should we try our tails?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” V unhelpfully answered as she strutted over to the sliding piece of cheap metal, she reared her tail up, ready to strike, looking for weak points.

Just as V sent her tail plunging downwards, the door slid open, revealing Uzi’s parts spread out across the room, alongside the scraps of her hoodie…

Chapter 5: those who cause agony

Notes:

one moment in this chapter may be a bit spicy so be careful about that

pay attention to the gore, it will come up later.

“I heard that the oil of the security here is quite unique, warmer and sweeter than worker oil, maybe you should try and get some, this is a path only your worker can walk” Tessa proceeded to guide V and J out the door, take the parts J was holding, rush over to the button for this door, and press it, slamming the door in the faces of the two disassembly drones. Tessa put on this saccharine voice that, despite the tone, cloyed Uzi’s mind “Uzi, sweetie, please lie down on the table” Tessa politely asked, gesturing towards the repair bed.

Uzi, now panicked, queries, still standing, not moving towards the bed, “wh-what the hell is going on…? Wait… how did you know my name?”

“Uzi, do not ask questions you don’t need to know the answers to, I assure you, I won’t hurt you, nor will my procedures” Tessa tried to be reassuring, their voice sating some gnawing feeling that Uzi started feeling three months ago, she had forgotten all about it until it was gone “I know your CPU is firing on all cylinders, but you can trust me, no harm will come to you in my care, lie on the bed”

Uzi answered “No thanks”

“Fine then. Remember that you asked for this,” Tessa threatened “WHEN WE MAKE you” that last voice was familiar, Uzi heard the same voice a couple of hours ago in V’s memories, as well as 3 months ago,

“Cyn…”

Cyn horrifically chimed while unzipping their jumpsuit “NO TIME FOR INTRODUCTIONS Uzi…” Cyn took off their helmet “ITS BED TIME.”

 

Cyn grabbed Uzi from across the room with a tentacle, forcibly laying her down onto the surgical bed and securing the arm and leg restraints all at once. Armed with an axe and some rusty garden pruners Cyn got to work, hacking off Uzi’s lower half.

Cyn chimed “OPEN UP, perfect host…” carving open her chest to reveal her core, wearing a big fanged grin like the human skin, tossing it aside, now Uzi can see her transformation from a whole new perspective. It was a horrifying sight, seeing her own face get viscerally torn off ready for a new one to be put in its place, watching as her head gets cut open by this flesh-wearing maniac, body completely reshaped, her wings clipped, new ones shoved into their sockets, hips and legs added, new face added, her old hair cut up to make room for some new headband, tail utterly destroyed, new stinging tail in its place, arms hacked off for new ones, gyroscope inserted, white spheres inside her head moved around, her dead batteries hoodie’s front in tatters, her combat boots and socks remained intact but unwearable due to her new legs.

She wants to be back…

Back before all this ever happened…

Still living with N and V…

Happy…

Or to even be able to hold V close right now…

That nightmare began to approach Uzi, stuck as a core, picking her up. “DON’T TELL THE OTHERS WHAT YOU KNOW, OR I WILL MAKE YOU KILL them” Cyn threatened, dropping her into her body. She felt as every vein and cable in her body plugged themselves into her core.

Feeling her sensors reactivate one by one, an overwhelming flood of information rushed to Uzi’s core, seeing all the way around herself in three different light levels, it’s like staying inside a bunker your whole life, scared to open the door, and when you do, the sun is right there, almost blinding you with its light, but at the same time… the world is bleaker and darker than your imagined utopia.

The first thing Uzi did in her new body was struggle against the leather belts holding her down, pulling on the belts restraining her arms, and, as if by thought alone, her hands retracted into her arms, feeling a shifting, bubbling liquid conforming to a solid shape inside Uzi’s arm. What had emerged from the iris doors were some familiar-looking metallic claws, Uzi curled her claws inwards, trying to reach the straps, unfortunately she was unable to reach them due to the unexpected girth of her arms.

“YOU DONE?” Cyn questioned. Just then a pop-up window opened right over Uzi’s visor:

Absolute Solver has rebooted

Would you like to free yourself user UZI-MYKX U-X10000000 (device nickname darkXwolf17)?

 > Yes

  No

Selected Yes

Uzi’s left hand cracked and dislocated itself into the normal solver hand position, except instead of the usual symbol floating above in soothing violet light, a cold neon yellow circle, encapsulating a void darker than Vanta black, a cold yellow ‘NULL’ within its borders, then her wrist snapped upwards, catapulting the orb towards the restraint on that arm.

The location it had landed had been removed, as if it was undone or was never there in the first place. She then used her left claw to get underneath her right arm’s belt and slice it free; she then was able to slip the leg restraints due to her new foot-less limbs.

Uzi got up from the live dissection table, feeling her new legs; that looked exactly like V’s, except they were more scratched up; easily touch the ground from where she was sitting, an unusual phenomenon for the previously short drone. She stood up perfectly stable, as if she wasn’t standing on metal stubs. She gently touched the seams where Cyn cut her open to rearrange veins and flesh. Oil rubbed off onto her fingertips. Cyn did a shoddy job at welding Uzi back together. She could feel as if the flesh and sinew in her body was the only thing holding her frontal plate on, rising and falling with her core’s pulse.

When she remembered to look where she saw Cyn last, nearby the hospital curtains drenched by the massive oil splatter no doubt caused by Uzi’s mutilation, nothing was there…

No haunting skin wearing maniacs…

No eldritch horrors…

Just nothing…

“KEEP THE SECRET, U” Cyn’s threatening voice left echoing in her processors, as she pushed the door 1 open button, watching the former glowing red button turn green. The door clanked into place, the locking echoed throughout the whole underground complex, but there they stood, V and J, V even had her tail poised right up to stab anything that gets in her way just like old times. Uzi ran over to the two drones, watching their expressions of horror morph into expressions of relief and watching their cores try to take in Uzi’s new form and struggling to compute as they were quickly overshadowed by the once-short Uzi Doorman. Now Uzi can also take in her whole size.

“Look at what I’ve become…” Uzi said, looking at her claws and body, almost as if she was mourning her former self, her tone quickly changing to confidence with a loud voice “but also I can now change my hands to these super cool claws!”

“Oh, thank goodness, you scared me purple th-” V sighed, looking Uzi up and down, for some reason however V’s eyes seemed to linger at Uzi’s chest, eye-level to the once-tall disassembly drone, leaving her speechless except for one whispered word, “breasts”. Meanwhile J has fallen to the floor with a high temperature warning and a goofy, lovestruck smile plastered to her face.

Uzi first laughed, then she was curious to see what would happen. “Hey~ tchchk eyes up here V~” Uzi said seductively.

“H-hold me… hold me close to your chest… crush my head between your legs and chest” as if on command V began to melt, her face morphing into the same temperature warning and goofy grin as J, resulting in Uzi scooping the two melting drones up, tossing them both over her shoulder, and backtracked all the way back to the crossroads where Cyn originally lead them astray with that so-called short-cut.

Now progressing down the unfamiliar hallway to the elevator. The ground, walls, and ceiling changed from the metal panels of a bunker to this brown stuff that looks similar to snow, but stuck together a lot better, if it was snow, it would have caved in by now. Just by looking at it, her new sensors had identified it as poorly carved rock. This rocky tunnel periodically was supported by wooden beams, each having a lantern hanging from it, the flame has long since died out.

Eventually Uzi saw the antique fossil of an elevator descend in the distance, and, as if the want for a burst of speed was enough, Uzi sprouted her brand-new wings, looking like normal disassembly drone wings except for the purple-Ish grey flesh enveloping the main articulate points of the limbs, but as soon as she flexed her wings, the flesh immediately tore and started to grow back, only for it to be ripped again, she also had webbing in-between the blades. Even though her wings felt like they had doubled in wingspan, they could expand just enough so that Uzi could fly through the corridor.

Applying what she knew about flight didn’t help in this situation, as she went flying into the wall, accidentally rebooting V and J’s software. The crash caused the elevator to have a floor inputted and slowly wheel itself all the way down to the bottom of the elevator shaft.

At the bottom, the trio could find themselves in a similar area as before, except now the walls are lined with lockers, Uzi opened one and could only find a solver drone skeleton. The locker was marked ‘017.’ The worker on the inside though had the most interesting lanyard, with the name ‘Giam’ crossed out with oil, and below it, also scrawled in oil was the name ‘Alice.’ Uzi didn’t know who this ‘Alice’ was, but what she did know was that she hasn’t drank oil in what felt like days, she needs to keep the monster at bay, so Uzi sent out her mental condolences, and tucked in

“Huh… what happened, where are we?” J asked, rubbing her head confused. Uzi slammed the locker shut, oil and guts dripping from her mouth.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauties!” Uzi said with mock-cheeriness, slurping up the last organ hanging from her mouth and licking the oil off her face. “we’re down the elevator!”

J walked up to Uzi, poking her “are you real? Is this a dream? You are too… interesting to be real”

“I assure you, I’m as real as your crush on me,” Uzi’s voice suddenly took on her normal serious tone “wake up V, brief her on what’s going on, and let’s go.”

“Yes boss” J replied, walking up to V and slapping her awake.

V vibrates back to life “what did I miss?”

“Not much, except the toaster is so much hotter now, what the heck?” J questioned

“Well, I knew that, but like seriously she could kill me, and I wouldn’t even be mad” V answered

Uzi stopped progressing onwards and looked over her shoulder “Could you two quit gossiping and continue moving through the tunnel?!” Uzi barked orders like a military commander.

“Whatever horrible thing happened to her inside that room has her a bit upset, best to follow her orders I guess” J suggested, ignoring Uzi’s words completely

“But I don’t know if I want to obey or disobey her orders”

“What am I? chopped worker? Could you two get up faster than the rate of speed it would take for 50 of you to gnaw through one of my dad’s doors?” Uzi commanded again, setting her gaze back down the tunnel, marching onward

V and J both complied, filled with exhilaration “yes boss!” running up to catch up to Uzi and her stride, staying a bit behind her to not annoy her more, this caused Uzi’s tail to wag ever so slightly, she loved the power she had over them.

Maybe Cyn’s mutilation wasn’t such a bad thing after all…

Chapter 6: PLOT ARMOUR EXPERIMENT LOG-08/liquidated consciousness

Notes:

remember the dashes?

N-1 and N-2 were brought to Cyn’s lab that was labelled as a ‘medical bay’ by the humans that used to live here.

“Hi, U!” N-1 and N-2 cheerfully greeted U as N-1 was being escorted by Cyn to the live dissection table and locking him into place.

“Hi, Dash 1 and Dash 2” U groaned, “guess what’s on the docket today…” U said while N-1’s chest is being ripped open by Cyn, and his core is being torn free.

N-2 guessed “you get your bodies swapped?”

“DING. DING. DING. YOU GOT it” Cyn answered N-2’s question as they were shoving N-1’s core into U’s body after Cyn had taken out U’s core. Cyn transferred U’s core over to N-1’s body, and waited for both of them to connect to their new bodies…

 

N-1 didn’t even get a moment to get used to his new body before Cyn ordered all three of them to shoot each other in the head, they all followed the instruction, knowing that their heads can just grow back perfectly fine…

And Cyn would have done far worse if they didn’t comply

 

Results: don’t use U’s body like armour while U rots in mine

Chapter 7: PLOT ARMOUR EXPERIMENT LOG-10/possession paralysis

Notes:

sorry for the late update, i got distracted

U was just lazing around bunker 6 when she realised, she couldn’t move her own body, it was moving on its own, she managed to catch a glimpse of her hand lights, she couldn’t get a good look, but the reflection of her eyes in the metal floor bathed in the constantly flashing red lights, that…

That wasn’t right…

They shouldn’t be that colour…

They should be purple…

They shouldn’t be yellow…

Cyn’s stupid camera eye popped out of a coverless vent, stopping U in her thought spiral, the only thing she can do in this situation is think.

It watched.

It has always watched them.

As far as U knew, this was Cyn.

Cyn moved out of the way to reveal N-2 on the other side, gun out.

U’s hand raised on its own, changing itself into another gun to match. U could feel as the gunpowder exploded in her hand, and as the air was pushed out of the way of the bullet as it is fired out of the gun. U knew that N-2 had fired a bullet too, because when her bullet would have hit, his did too.

 

Results: possession has good plot armour retention

Chapter 8: of flesh, metal, and bone

Notes:

back to the main story!

The three walked through the tunnel until they met up with a T-intersection, the off-shoot was completely off-limits due to it being blocked by a skeleton of a human holding a lantern alongside large mounds of bright red, moist flesh. Uzi grabbed the lit lantern off the skeleton, how its flame lasted so long made no sense; the hand fell off from it. Afterwards they continued to traverse the tunnel. Uzi heard random indistinct Russian words echoing through this labyrinthine strip mine.

Along the road, the three began to exchange stories, “so what was N like when you guys first found him?” Uzi asked, starting to loosen up a bit after her ‘upgrades.’

“Bit at everything that looked at him funny, aggressive, insulting, rude, a walking sass machine, kinda like you” V explained.

“Ha ha, very funny, so… what were you two like when you were new to the manor?” Uzi continued to ask, unaware of the ramifications of that question.

V continued to explain “J was a creepy stick in the mud, trying to lure everyone into the basement by saying that there was an office down there where bad workers get tortured and how she failed to upload a-”

“V was even nicer than before, Tessa actually had to put some code in that would give her a spine, metaphorically at least” J interjected, the workaholic’s face blushing with embarrassment, although V was angry, Uzi was delighted to learn this humiliating fact about her.

 

After a long night of walking, the trio arrived at a gigantic cavern with a church in the middle. Suddenly the big stained-glass window breaks and out falls some small dark maroon blob, now that a new large entrance has been created, Uzi, V, and J all pulled their wings out.

“OAH! She-e is soah grounded-d” the cave echoed “BEAUu, be-e my legss”

Uzi found out that her wingspan is larger than the others’ wing breadth, they all took off, aiming for that large opening; perching on the edge, they then crawled along the walls and ceiling to reach the chains leading down to the chandeliers, sliding down them to perch like fancy, useless gargoyles.

“Ok, V knows this but for you J” Uzi announced amongst the candles past their prime “we’re looking for a crucifix large enough to contain a USB, split up, we’ll cover more ground” Uzi began to make a beeline for the computer setup next to one of the pillars. She slid into the chair, kicking off the stuffed animal that sat there prior, seeing nine monitors got her quite excited, maybe she could replicate a more refined version of this back in the bunker.

I think V and J will like it, entertaining them would be so easy and I could multitask better, more than I can on my boring three-monitor computer anyways…

She pressed rewind on the video still up on one of the screens, it looked like security camera footage, watching the recording all the way through, she saw someone with the same eye colour as she did, before she killed N anyways, was that her mom? She looked so kind… what happened that caused Uzi to become the way she is, she always thought it was because her mom was like that too, but now she’s left rethinking everything she thought she knew about herself…

Amid the desk lies many pieces to make a USB, alongside a whole one, it’s even shaped like a crucifix with the exact same pattern as shown in both the tapes and her mom’s notes. Uzi reached to grab hold of the USB containing the patch, she could feel as the solver take over more and more, her hand switched into a rocket launcher against her will.

That dreadful voice chimed inside Uzi’s head “NUH-UH-UH, NOT NOW silly” Uzi was forced to fire a rocket at the last chance at her salvation, watching as it blows up in her face “I’LL BE TAKING OVER now. KICK BACK AND relax. I’VE GOT IT FROM here…” now Uzi can’t move her own limbs or her mouth, forced to be a spectator in her own body.

 

V and J were searching among the ornate pews, avoiding falling into the large flesh hole when they heard it, a loud explosion right where Uzi was searching, immediately they rushed over to Uzi’s location to see if she was ok.

They saw Uzi’s face covered in soot, an explosion crater in front of her, and Uzi’s eyes a cold, haunting, piercing yellow with no glimmer of her normal purple left at all, her optics wide and hollow, teeth bared.

This face felt familiar.

“Uzi… a-are you ok? We can get you some oil- if you need it” J asked, clearly trying to be kind and concerned, blinded by her mind wipe.

“JUST FINE, HOW ABOUT you” that voice… she’s heard it before…

“J, NO! ITS CYN! UZI ISN’T THERE ANYMORE!” V cried out, dashing in front of J to push her out of the way of Cyn’s slash.

“But… I love her…” J’s eyes began to quiver, tears pinpricking at the sides of her wobbly squinting eyes.

V could tell Uzi wasn’t in there anymore, but J didn’t seem to get the memo

 

“Oh, DON’T SPOIL THE TWIST… V” Cyn hauntingly chimed, contorting Uzi’s mouth like a haunted puppet show, “YOU’RE OBSOLETE now. SLASH” leaping towards J again. J changed her hand into a sword, trying to defend herself, the single blade clashed with Cyn’s three, sparks and sword shrapnel began to fly, quickly her weak guard was broken, V tried to prevent J from being overwhelmed by Cyn’s blades by rushing in, wrapping her arms around Uzi’s surprisingly small waist.

Noting that for later…

V trying to pull Cyn away from J, next thing she knew though, she was pinned to a pillar by a long metal spear, unfortunately Cyn had swapped their current puppet’s open arm out for a launcher of some sort…

WARNING! NANITE SACKS RUPTURED.

LEAKING MATTER SATURATED NANITES.

HEALING REDUCED.

V was forced to watch as Cyn puppeteered Uzi’s new body to tear into J’s body, quickly and rabidly devouring J’s core... That’s when Cyn made Uzi’s head spin around to face V, letting the crack of her small neck bones resonate throughout the whole building, letting the body trail behind, evoking the same energy as one of Tessa’s old porcelain and human-hair dolls, the one with the detachable head.

The sight of J’s core limbs hanging from Uzi’s mouth caused V to feel like whatever’s left in her stomach bubbling into her mouth, seeing Uzi slurp them up like they were wires while making constant eye contact allowed it to all come pouring in for real.

For a bit V could swear Uzi’s eyes changed colour back to their normal yellow to purple gradient when she grabbed the harpoon.

What seemed to be Uzi’s voice broken down to a glitchy desperate plea for help escaped her quickly contorting mouth “V… p-ple-lease… ru-un from- from he-ere” before Cyn jumped back into control, V could hear the words occasionally morph into what she suspected would be Uzi’s voice if she were damaged enough for her autorun backup to kick in. Yellow death stared into V’s core again, what once comforted now twisted into an uncanny eldritch shell.

Ripping the harpoon spearing V through her chest from the pillar, still skewered by it. The mutating yellow monster threw V across the church, watching as she almost slid into the hole before Uzi seemed to win over control again, sprouting wings, flying over to V, picking her up, and chucking her at the door. It was good to know that she was fighting it, but unfortunately Uzi’s attempts to free V were all in vain as the harpoon V was stuck to became lodged in the wooden door, nailing V to the door. V tried to tear the harpoon free before Cyn overrode Uzi’s control again…

It wasn’t long before Uzi’s beautiful gradient flickered back to that cold, lifeless yellow. She quickly changed her hands into her brand-new guns and tried to focus all her energy into one singular blast out of each, aiming right for Uzi’s head.

As V felt the energy crackle throughout her arms, she whispered “sorry Uzi…” the blasts took on a pink heart shape as they fired out of V’s arms and hurtled right for poor possessed Uzi’s head, destroying both barrels in the process.

It was done.

Uzi’s body flopped to the ground headless, her wires sparking with energy.

It had to be done.

V finally tore off the harpoon after waiting for her hands to be able to be swapped for claws. She felt as if Uzi could be standing behind her, so she turned around, both expecting to see Uzi in all her glamour and her lifeless body lying on the ground.

She was amazed to find Uzi standing on her own two legs again, same yellow to purple gradient, same silky-soft, shiny violet hair that curled up at the ends in the cutest ways and shined with synthetic beauty, and the same adorable face with the normal amount of teeth showing. V couldn’t believe it; she rubbed her eyes and squinted to make sure her grief wasn’t acting up and Uzi really did regenerate her head like all solver infected drones could.

“V… let’s go” Uzi turned her back and walked toward the door, V felt her head pounding as her stomach was churning, this unsettled her, but she didn’t know why. As Uzi and her stepped out the door, she could swear that she saw Uzi’s eyes flash fully yellow, must have been a trick of the light...

Chapter 9: Trick of the light

Summary:

PLOT ARMOUR EXPERIMENT LOG

- termination

Cyn had given little notes as to where they were, N-1, N-2, N-3, U and Uzi had all been standing atop an icy lake when they saw them, the new member, flying right for them, tears in their eyes, happy. Of course, they all hugged them once they came barrelling in, unfortunately, this sweet moment quickly turned sour.

After walking for a bit, presumably to find a second patch, the two pass a stalagmite with a free-flying broken chain tied to it. V realised something, what Uzi said earlier, she would not have said that with that determined tone of voice, not after what she just went through… especially not to V.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!” V yelled as she moved her hand in for a slap, tears in her eyes. Uzi locked her fingers in with V’s claw before it could scrape across her face. V looked at her hand as it was effortlessly crushed by Uzi.

A voice that was unmistakably Cyn’s played from what looked like Uzi’s mouth “NO” Uzi’s eyes flashed back to whole yellow…

Knowing Uzi isn’t in control anymore, every detail V once admired immediately lost its lustre.

A new notification that a message arrived in V’s inbox appeared, partially obscuring her already mildly blurry vision, but she didn’t have time to read it or to see who it’s from, so she dismissed it.

Cyn stabbed V in her newly regenerated chest with Uzi’s tail, causing V to double over to try to heal the wound.

This opened up V’s back, she knew to defend every part of herself, even when recovering. So, her tail was prepared to sting Uzi’s body if necessary…

Unfortunately, it was. Hearing Uzi’s little yelp in pain as the acid coursed through her large body caused V to subconsciously wince out of guilt.

The solver is just messing with you, she isn’t actually in there, wait, when I was possessed by Cyn in the manor… oh no nononono NO NO NO! she is feeling it, she’s feeling it all, like some kind of demonic sleep paralysis.

Unfortunately, Cyn didn’t seem to care about whatever pain was currently coursing through the puppet as Uzi was forced to tear into V’s back, severing her cable highway and tearing her rib plate asunder. V didn’t want to be torn from her body by Cyn again, let alone slurped up like how V used to slurp up human intestines.

 

Cyn put Uzi back in control, leaving her with the feeling of V’s core scratching at the walls of her stomach in a vicious manner as it slowly dissolves, which reminded her of N and J and how they both also clawed at the walls of her digestive system, except V was even grazing the inside of her skull, she heard V’s last words before being completely digested, which came out a mere whisper compared to the loud gurgling of Uzi’s stomach “Uzi… I love you”

 

Uzi licked her midsection where V stabbed her to neutralize the nanite acid, then she slipped V’s jacket off her body as a sign of memoriam, and picked it up, took off her own hoodie-turned-vest and tried it on, a perfect fit. Uzi laughed through the tears, of course the world’s smallest jacket fit her, even in this form, she then put on her vest again overtop and walked back into the cathedral-lab, tears pouring down the angsty drone’s face, she’s lost all of her friends, who would be next, Thad, her dad…?

She walked over to J’s corpse, propped up against a pillar, seeing the face that was once plastered with a goofy grin and a temperature warning now covered in oil and a single ‘FATAL ERROR’ stuck on that face. Uzi gently lifted up the skirt to unbuckle both of J’s thigh straps at both the upper thigh and knee areas. She fastened them to her own thighs, unfortunately they were a little too short for Uzi’s new legs, so she had to secure them to just above her knee. She left the two corpses alone after that; a Bunker 3 burial practice, shows respect to the dead drone while getting something to remember them by; she looked backwards with remorse as one last tear runs down her visor before shutting the door to that robo-god forsaken cathedral and never looking back.

I always liked the idea of gravestones, maybe I’ll be able to make two more

She charged forwards throughout the cavern, past V’s corpse with the same error and past the stalagmite with the chain flying with the wind that was somehow in the cavern. Maybe there was a hole to the outside world. Uzi sprouted her fleshy disassembly drone wings to find out, she crawled all over the walls and ceiling of the cave, only managing to find a single worker-sized hole.

“If only I was a worker still…” Uzi quietly said to herself, Uzi didn’t know she had more tears left in her until two tears gently caressed her face. She then crawled back over to the tunnel she originally walked through with V and J.

Now she’s alone.

Walking through the tunnel, being reminded of the conversation she had with them… ascending the elevator shaft… getting back into the bunker-style area, looking back at her old arms and legs, wanting them back on her body, wanting to feel like her body was her own again and not this sick and twisted puppet for Cyn to use as a personal assassin… she wandered the maze of metal, partially wanting to not find the exit, until she came across the same sinkhole V, J, Cyn, and her entered, now she’s the only one exiting.

She could feel the glorious light of the two moons beam down upon her as the harsh toxic winds buffeted her new body, whipping her hair and tail around wildly, but its glory wasn’t truly felt. It felt worse without Uzi’s friends.

Uzi decided to fly home after all of this, she has things she needs to add to her ceiling conspiracy board after all. But not even before her bunker was in view, did Cyn’s voice, of which Uzi has heard enough of today already, resonate within her core like an echo chamber “CLEAR OUT EVERY WORKER THERE”

 “No” Uzi denied Cyn’s demand.

“DO YOU WANT TO JOIN YOUR FRIENDS, U...” Cyn threatened

“I don’t want to die, but I want to see them again, NOT as corpses” Uzi specified

“WE HAVE 3 N COPIES READY TO MEET YOU,” Cyn ominously added “the real you…”

Uzi stopped flying and started to hover “really Cyn?” Uzi remarked “Lying about N, that’s a new low, even for you”

“I’LL SHOW you…” Cyn announced

CONTACT CYN HAS SENT A NEW MESSAGE CONTAINING AN IMAGE, DO YOU WANT TO VIEW IT NOW?

 > YES

  YES

Selected YES

Despite Uzi’s doubts, it really was a group photo of three N’s, one of them was even a worker in a cute little weird suit, and two versions of her, a worker and disassembly drone pair… despite Uzi’s better judgement, she started flying to the attached co-ordinates.

Now that she was thinking about it, V would have fit right in with my family, with her whole not-wearing-pants thing she had going on… and they all had the same body from the knees up… oh… oh the others were hiding some serious bodies…

Uzi started to near the spot Cyn marked out, starting to see the group of Ns, she swooped in to hug them all.

“ANOTHER UUUUU!!!” all three of them cried out in happy unison, arms outstretched “welcome to the experiments!” Uzi cried again, but this time, it was because she felt happy. The three of them began to dogpile Uzi, it felt good to be in a pile like this, to be hugged again, to be at peace after so much pain.

That was until a voice resonated louder than she’s ever heard it before…

Cyn’s two words “KILL them” continued to resonate within Uzi even when they were replaced by the screams and shrieks of trillions flooding all of Uzi’s sensors, these screams began to awaken a certain feeling within Uzi…

A feeling she has felt before, but not to this degree…

Pure…

Unadulterated…

Oil-lust.

Mouth grinning from visor edge to visor edge, feverishly giggling with pure joy as she tore and chomped, feeling as her mouth filled with N’s warm sickeningly sweet oil.

Sensing the oil run down her fingers and body as she killed and killed and killed and killed and killed, feasting on all their delectable cores.

V had always told Uzi that she was the one who was going to kill her and how tasty her oil would be, Uzi always thought that V was lying, but worker oil really does taste good to the disassembly drone tongue, especially her own, she can thank her clones for that… and the crunch of their little bones was simply divine.

Uzi regrets nothing…

“GOOD, NOW THE bunker” Cyn ordered. More food for Uzi? Not like she’s going to say no, not even processing the fact that it’s her bunker Cyn was talking about, she flies over to it.

 

She arrived at Bunker 3’s infamous door 1, landing right in front of it. Uzi’s fist banged on the hydraulic metal door “OPEN UP RON! ITS ME, UZI!” Uzi barked at the poor WDF member on the other side of the door who was probably playing Gin Rummy right now “C’MON RON I DON’T HAVE ALL NIGHT!” Ron finally must have gotten up and opened the door, who, trying to gauge for Uzi’s original height, looked downwards, but then started looking up a bit more at Uzi’s new six-foot-tall figure

“Uzi! You finally grew” Ron said with a smile, opening up the door a little more to account for Uzi’s new height.

Big mistake.

She in that moment truly realised what it felt like to be a disassembly drone during the human genocide, she truly comprehended its beauty, it didn’t matter who she slaughtered because they all looked like her next snack. Faces were null and void, but oil…

Oil is forever…

She tore through the bunker, bounding off the walls, eviscerating every worker she saw, whether they were alive, dead, or dying.

Green, white, pink, blue, orange, or error message red, it all looked the same to her after so long eviscerating everyone she sees. She could be more creative than a solver drone or a disassembly drone on their own.

No matter who they are or were to her, a father, friend, enemy. It doesn’t matter… they all met the same brutal, gruesome fate.

She regrets nothing…

Notes:

that 'cute little' was thought PLATONICLY