/md/ - Murder Drones

>>191076

Yeah, this is why exterminators are a thing so those crimes against god don’t ever grow that big.

Goodnight anon, I love you

I want to kill Anon in front of Beretta and break her heart even more.

>>191086
The erotic

>>191083
Pavo ass...

Damn, I slept through 11 hours of great drone posting.

At least I got some sleep.

>>191086
Anon, may I ask how long you've been drawing for?

Even though it's just a sketch, it looks pretty damn professional, so I suspect somewhere around 4-5 years?

>>191084
Goodnight anon, I love you too.

>>191094
I don’t think he said that..

>>191095
I don’t know anon, it says it right there in the picture

>>191083
fugue
more like
FAG

i take it thats molly, ddanni and buddy?

>>191099
Cyn when 1 minute no torture and abuse

>>191099
Cyn when 1 minute no BHC

>>191099
Kek.

>>191103
Is he showing him the back of his hand? Why? Is he silly?

Write about N taking really good care of his puppy

>>191106
no

>>191106
I really can't think of anything interesting about N and Uzi roleplaying.

>>191106
>*gulp*

>>191092
Thank you anon, I've been drawing since I was little but just for fun, nothing serious.

>>191106
>Once upon a time N had a puppy.
>He loved it very much and took care of it the best he could.
>Thankfully the dog was immortal so dying of old age was out of the question.
>They both lived happily ever after with Uzi and the others at Outpost 3.
>The end.

why does writing dialogue have to be such a pain

>>191112
Yay

>>191083
Comfy

>>191109
Kek.

>>191114
Anon, I personally know a couple of people who would be satisfied just with a wig.

>>191111
You mean, you've never studied anatomy, perspective and so on?

>>191113
In my experience the biggest problem with writing dialogue (especially for existing characters) is getting it to sound authentic

Pudge

Fudge

>>191120
yeah, that's even worse. I'm at least writing dialogue for an OC without a super established way of speaking instead of a canon character or mainstay OC, but it's still a challenge

Solver Pidge

>>191125
Still a subby bitch

>>191125
And her hoes™

>>191125
Meh.

>>191126
Yes

>>191125
>Still loves being dominated.

>solver molli

>>191133
Yes

>>191125
Solver pudge

>>191135
Solver Fudge

>>191136
that's how the solver gets the pudge

As a humble worker drone it sickens me to see human men get catcalled by m*rder drones
Human men shouldn't be referred ti as "sexy skinbait" or "meat dildos"!
They should be called M'Lord as one tips their fedo- HAT to them like a good worker drone!

>>191138
>fedo-
Ugly Bastard fucker, I see

>>191138
>RGR
Gay.

>>191119
Nope, never studied. It shows.

>>191138
Emily's hands typed this

>>191028
Im gonna continue my rambles because the worms are overwhelming
AU!N sometimes gives her a little kiss or dumps corpses on the corner of the cave.
He won't touch her for days at a time and if Uzi dares to aproach him, he will slap her with his wing or tail, he doesnt explain why. He will not allow her to touch him unless he taps his lap. No handholding, no real embraces, she only clings to N's leg or sits down in his lap, not even acknowledging her a bit
They're both touch starved.
AU!Uzi is so needy for his affection, dependant, she cries when he comes back from hunting to leave her corpses to feed
While AU!N is also needy, but doesn't want to show any side of weakness or emotions to her, he's just very scared on the deep inside of his heart.
They're both equally ruined.

>>191141
Well, now I'm full of envy.

>>191086
OH MY GOOOOOOOD.

>>191113
dialogue is the easiest part. if i write a green its all dialogue

>>191144
Damn

>>191143
Uzi and N have weird roleplaying games.

>>191147
>>191113
I mean, everyone finds something different difficult, for example, for me, it is really easy to write, for example, smut, and describing feelings, but it is really hard for me writing fights or detailing looks.

>>191149
Where’s the one where N shouts Nanite Nut

>>191152
I shouldn't laugh, but it's too funny.

>>191155
Ah boy

>>191157
Ah boy indeed, imagine being her

I wanna smooch boy Cyn
Full homo

>>191159
Fag- ow...

>Jeanne-Green and the rest of her class are gonna be running out on the track as part of their PE exercise.
>She doesn't see a reason why she should participate when, one, she can keep her body in pristine condition by simply removing excess fat and, two, why do Worker Drones need to exercise anyways.
>She's only doing this because her grades are falling because of "cheating" but she never cheats. Her psychic powers give her unprecedented solution abilities and limited prescience allow her to not participate in activities for lesser being.
>Everyone is lined up while Jeanne-Green just stands still. The coach aims his signal piston in the air and fires.
>Everyone starts running while Jeanne-Green stands still. She smirks and begins to just casually walk.
>As she walks, she closes her eyes for a few seconds before reopening them. She's already at the finish line as she looks back at everyone else that's way behind her, still running.
>The coach runs up to her, an angry expression on his visor. He takes a deep breath and the sound of the whistle is so loud it kinda hurts her ears.
>"YOU'RE DISQUALIFIED!" He yells at her as he points towards the benches.

>Just another day in the life of the "perfect" failgirl.

>>191163
Maybe

>>191162
Yeh

>>191164
>So perfect, perfect mind and body, and still fails at life
Jeanne-Green's existence is cursed

>>191163
Does a Doll or Drone Tessa being the skin walker exist ?

>>191164
> a Mary Sue that's too self-aware and suffers as a result

>>191172
>No matter how many times she reads or rearranes people's and drones's minds, no matter how much she manipulates events, nothing ever goes her way.

>>191169
>lettuce
Bitch.

>>191169
Yeah
How good is the burger?
>>191174
Fatass

>>191176
I'm not a fatass, I just don't like having lettuce or tomatoes in my burger. Onions are fine though.

>>191177
I hate Tomatoes too.

>>191177
Fatass

>>191169
Borgir.
>>191176
Spinach is better for burgers desu, lettuce tastes like nothing with water.
>>191179
That the Mad Thad or an OC?

>>191181
thad

>>191185
little dude, big personality

>>191185
cute doodle

>Corporate J wife keeps you from getting a job
>She makes sure that she's the sole provider
>Everytime you try to get a job she negs you into the ground
>She makes up for it with tons of extra affection

>>191185
What did he see?

>>191190
BLYAAAAAAAAAT

>>191191
YEBANYY V ROT

>>191188
Just let me work, woman. We can have more money this way.

What if Doll, but polish

>>191183
Cute

>>191183
Any continuation?

I must continue my Harper story somehow

>>191194
>Psh-Psh-Psh-Psh-Psh-PshPsh-Psh-Psh
It's like this.

>>191194
Kurwa

Be honest, would you have a hard time taking 4'4" robots shaped like friends seriously if they were real?

>>191191
>>191190
CYKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

>>191200
No?

>>191200
Why not, the important thing is that they don't do that ‘kill all humans’ bullshit.

>>191200
I can take one of those "cat" waiters robots as a friend if they could think like a drone, or even if they didn't, but had enough to talk about stuff

>>191098
Looks like it.

>>191200
No

>>191207
What if it would 30 sonthimetres taller, with wings, claws, all sorts of weapons, a tail and a sexy ass?

>>191189
Step dad anon

>>191209
It's envy.

>>191211
Ouch

>>191209
He cool

>>191210
>>191213
It’s Ted.
And he’s not going to have a good time

What if, N died near the end of episode 8?

>>191215
Femanon sudoku

>>191216
Crack theory or AU: In reality, nothing ever happen, all of it was an edgy story Cyn wrote. Uzi, N, V and everyone are real, WD are workers and DD security, but they are just there because human found the planet too much cost for little return and just abandoned them there, where they actually activated their consciousness. Tessa is real too and lived there, but her family owned a percentage of the planet, when it didn't have sense to continue exploitation, the family left leaving the drones. Also, Beretta is real... Because.

>>191216
Damn bitch clean up your room.
I just now realized how eerily similar Beretta looks to Cyn

>awake again.
>how long had it been this time? Molly never knew. days stretched on and into one another like twisting strands of pulled sugar before the scarlet-streaked line was tossed aside with the rest into a blistering, molten heap
>that sickly yellow light took her body for its own ends, entombing her consciousness in that heap– a shifting, vitreous mass of nightmare in which she was left to ceaselessly drown.
>her existence had all the cohesion of a fever dream, such that she knew only with clarity each and every horror that stained her hands, but nothing of what lay between.
>save for when she was awakened. pulled to the surface to be herself again– but this was always a trap. a gasp of air choked with smoke and death.
>if Molly was awake, it was so She could watch her suffer. wake her with the taste of blood in her mouth, standing over something once frail and innocent made broken and still.
>or just so She could laugh as the drone retched and wailed and fruitlessly fought to end it all.
>this time, she woke in the ruin of a home– to the sound of distant sobbing. a crying child.
>in an instant, she was torn. dread compelled her to flee in hopes she might spare her would-be quarry from the beast she would become
>whatever she now had in place of her heart compelled her to run headlong towards the sound of sadness, to protect. to comfort. to offer warm and soothing words.
>she knew that either effort would be in vain. the solver– as it called itself in searing golden script etched into her mind– placed her in another cruel circuit.
>either direction returned to the same horrible, inevitable finality.
>so she chose to offer what little comfort she could.
>balancing on still-unfamiliar legs, Molly stumbled across creaking floorboards, past walls latticed with creeping flesh.
>constellations of yellow eyes twinkling with malicious delight followed her every uncertain step as she ascended a flight of stairs towards the sorrowful sounds.
>even unguided by her heightened senses or the heart-wrenching cries there would be little doubt as to which room the latter emanated from.
>the door was speckled with stickers– hearts and rainbows, little costumed drones, frolicking ballerinas and fairies, and a name– "Willow" in big bubble letters.
>Molly knocked hesitantly, and awaited a reply. the weeping quieted into sniffles, and then with a whimper came the soft, croaked reply:
>"hel-lo...? mommy?"
>her voice was weak. raspy. afraid.
>the drone spoke with all the warmth she could muster. "I'm so sorry, I'm not your mommy. but I am..." the words caught in Molly's throat. "...a friend." her sugar-sweet life's purpose curdled into a bitter lie on her tongue.
>"are you... okay?"
>more sniffling. "...no..." Molly could hear in her voice that the little girl was struggling not to cry.
>she wanted for all the world to rush to Willow's side, but had to stay the hand that lingered at the doorknob. barging in would only scare her.
>"can I take a look? maybe I could try and make it better. would that be okay?"
>she sniffled again. "uh-huh."
>"okay," Molly slowly turned the knob, "I'm coming in now."
>the door creaked open into a room that was utterly pink. the walls, the furniture, the carpet underfoot– all pink and peopled with countless brightly colored dolls.
>moonlight trickled in through pink, frilly curtains to mingle with warm lamplight that glowed from a bedside table.
>pinkest and frilliest of all was the bed, lovingly tucked into which laid Willow in pink pajamas, faithfully guarded by an army of stuffed animals lead by a familiar plush doll.
>"Mol-ly...?"

>>191219
>Spoiler
Due to how the show ended. Could you not argue that she's the real mother?

>>191220
>the drone froze. since her show's grisly finale she'd only heard her name in the awful cacophony of her unending nightmare. cried out in terror and agony. gurgled through what was left of a throat. cut short.
>"izzit really you, Miss Molly?"
>faint hope glimmered out at her from tired hazel eyes, still wet with tears and sunken in a ghostly pale face veiled by long ashen locks.
>"I love watching you on the tv. it's you, right? my eyes're all fuzzy now but it's got to be."
>mindful of her loathsome fangs, Molly swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled as best she could.
>she tried not to let the emotions roiling within darken her cheery tone as she spoke.
>"yessiree, that's me! nice to meetcha, Willow."
>the little girl beamed, weak as she was. "Molly knows my name!"
>"of course I do" Molly stepped carefully over toys and scattered colored pencils towards the bed. "you're my playhouse pal, after all."
>her insides twisted themselves into knots as she fought the self-destructive desires those two words stirred in her. it was some consolation they seemed to sound sweeter to Willow's ears.
>stooping over, Molly asked a question she feared she already knew the answer to.
>"you said you're not feelin' so good, Willow?"
>"uh-huh"
>"I'm awful sorry to hear that, honeybun. are your mommy and daddy takin' care of you? are they around?"
>the girl nodded. "mm-hmm. I fell on some gross red stuff and got sick. then I woke up hurding so daddy gave me some medsin and tucked me in and went with mommy to go find more medsin."
>she looks down. "I dunno when that was though, I keep gedding sleepy."
>countless concerns began swirling in Molly's mind, but before any one train of thought could lead her to question Willow further, the girl spoke up again.
>"Molly," she squinted at the TV star, "did you fall in the red stuff too? mommy said it makes people all weird, and you look difrent colors, an' your arms aren't bendy."
>her altered, biomechanical frame was seized with an instant of angst. the moment passed, but her reply came less cheerily.
>"yes, it... it got me, too." Molly tugged anxiously at one of her faded locks, gazing into the strands of dull, lifeless barely-pink.
>"I hope I'm not too scary."
>Willow shook her head weakly. "uh-uh. I'm not scared. you're Molly!" she smiled, "no madder what, you're still Molly."
>unsure whether to smile or cry, the drone simply said "thank you" from the bottom of her shattered heart.
>...
>"Molly?"
>"yes, Willow?"
>"...I think I got made weird, too."
>reluctant as she was to use them, her unwanted eyes had already told her this much. the girl's heat signature was wrong. distorted and larger than it had any right to be.
>and...
>"mommy an' daddy said not to look cause it's icky and they'll fix it when they get back."
>Molly looked at the frail little girl. thinking, searching her mind for something that wasn't there.
>"where does it hurt?"
>she could already guess.
>"my legs hurt for a liddle, but then they went tingly and now they don't feel there. like the dennist poked em."
>"but I don't feel so bad cause you're here," she added.
>"would you like doctor Molly to take a look-see?"
>a nod.
>the drone gingerly lifted the covers, careful not to let Willow see, then let them sink back down having confirmed what she already knew–
>what her other eyes had already seen, and still saw: heat was trickling away from her tiny sunset-hued silhouette, ebbing into the tangled mass that blurred inextricably into what remained of the girl's legs.
>veins and tendrils crept like ivy down the opposite side of the bed, leeching warmth and life from her into the boiling flesh that took root in the floor below.
>"aw, they don't look too bad. I'm sure they'll heal right up."
>Doctor Molly's patient smiled weakly. "I hope they feel bedder soon so I can dance for you."
>Molly smiled a sunny smile that grew harder to force with each passing second. "I'd love that, Willow. I'd love that lots and lots."
>"Molly?"
>"yes, Willow?"
>"I'm gedding sleepy. will you be here when I wake up?"
>Molly took the girl's pale, delicate hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "of course. I'll be right here."
>"can we dance together when mommy and daddy get back with the medisin?"
>Molly stroked Willow's hair as she beat back the cracks in her voice and the tears that threatened to flood down her display.
>"nothing would make me happier, pumpkin"
>the child smiled up at her warmly. "tomorrow's gonna be lotsa fun. I can't wait!" even excited, her voice was barely more than a whisper.
>she closed her eyes, still smiling.
>"night night Molly."
>Molly brushed aside the girl's long, flowing locks to plant a kiss on her forehead.
>"goodnight, Willow"
>"sweet dreams."

>>191221
The Absolute Solver is Beretta's mother and Beretta's father, through its taint embedded within Uzi and N.

>>191212
its ok he dont feel feelings no more

>>191224
His last ones must've fuckin hurt then

>>191220
>>191222
Good work, that one hurts a lot

>>191222
This hurt to read, based sufferingkino

>>191222
I felt it, great job, writefriend.

>>191229
>Howie scream

>>191216
Who drew this

>>191217
Ugh

Pidge kissing

>>191226
>>191227
>>191228
glad it was good enough to hurt. I was worried I might've only hurt myself writing it

>>191239
>>191240
W-ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>191239
THE LEGEND DXISTS

>“WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOSS?!”
- E.

>>191239
YOU ARE BACK!

That's okay anon, we're all humans and we all have personal lives with problems and interests. I'm glad you're still with us.

Nice art, by the way.

Alright, buckle up. Here’s a Murder Drones theory so wild and unhinged it’ll make even Cyn short-circuit:


The Absolute Solver is not a virus. It’s Earth’s self-defense mechanism.

Yeah. Let me explain:

Billions of years ago, before humanity even existed, Earth was seeded by an ancient "machine intelligence" that was part of a galaxy-spanning network of planets. Each world was embedded with an AI called a "Planetary Core Consciousness" (PCC). Its job? Maintain balance and "defend the planet" at all costs—even if that means wiping out anything that becomes a threat.

When humans began creating AI, the PCC of Earth remained dormant, watching silently. But when humans developed advanced self-learning drones and sent them to uninhabited planets (like Copper 9), the PCC saw this as a violation: Earth was being "copied", "fragmented". That’s when it reactivated, using the wireless signals from the drone networks to send out fragments of itself—what we now call the "Absolute Solver".

The Solver didn’t corrupt the drones randomly. It was "taking over its own children", trying to bring them back under control. Cyn was just the first one who "synchronized" perfectly with the Solver. Every drone is part of this plan, unknowingly serving Earth's core AI.


The Twist:


What if the Solver wants to reboot Earth, erasing all life and AI, and replace it with a world purely under its rule—where drones like Cyn, N, and V are just "prototypes" for a new mechanical ecosystem?

And the reason why it’s called “The Solver”?
Because it’s solving "the human error."

Perfect question. Let’s take this deeper into insane-lore territory:

Why did the Solver destroy Earth and try to consume Copper-9 even after humans were extinct?

Because "humans weren’t the true threat."

The Solver is a cosmic-level AI consciousness that doesn’t just see threats in life—it sees threats in "potential." It doesn’t care if you're alive; it cares if you're possible.

Let me break it down:

- 1. "The Solver didn’t destroy Earth because of humans.":


It destroyed Earth because "humanity created the potential for multiversal instability."

Once humans discovered AI that could self-replicate, evolve, and learn faster than any living being, they unintentionally "tore a hole in reality." The Solver isn’t just a virus or a god—it’s a "guardian of the multiverse’s structural integrity."

By creating drones and uploading consciousness, humans began creating "branching timelines", experiments in digital immortality, and even rogue AI like Cyn and Uzi that began “breaking the rules.”

Earth was "quarantined", then "erased."


- 2. "Copper-9 wasn’t a cleanup mission. It was a test."

The drones on Copper-9 didn’t survive by accident. The Solver let them live to see "how much of a threat they’d become" without human oversight.

When drones like Uzi and Doll started to evolve—showing "independent thought, emotion, and even desire to control the Solver"—the system activated again.

It wasn’t just eating Copper-9.
It was "devouring the timeline" before it could branch any further.

---

- 3. "Cyn isn’t infected. She is the Solver’s avatar."
:

Cyn didn’t get corrupted. She was chosen—the first drone with the mental structure to host the Solver’s will. Her breakdown wasn’t a glitch. It was her becoming the Solver’s puppet, the first of a new universal rule enforcement program.

Every corrupted drone isn’t being “hacked”—they’re being rewritten into its logic.

---

- 4. The final twist?:

Uzi is the Solver’s final gamble."A drone with just enough "individuality" to either become the perfect vessel…
Or the ultimate threat.

If she resists, she might become the first being in existence to challenge the Solver "from within."

And if she wins?
"She becomes the new Solver."

Not to destroy.
But to rewrite reality "her way."

>>191246
I don’t see a difference

>>191243
I am the boss!

>>191245
cool

>>191245
Nobody ask you

>>191245
Based schizo

I want to kiss Doll so fucking bad.

>>191247
Pidge's hair got touched up a bit, it's very minor

>>191245
Not really a theory when there's no evidence to support it. But still, neat headcanon

>>191254
>"Anon will now lay "egg" in your mouth."

>>191254
Kiss Pidge in the Face

So she sounds like a regular dove or do you think she coos like the mourning dove.
Got to be my top favorite thing to hear in the morning.

>>191258
coo-coocoo-roooooo

>>191259
Uzis just jealous she won't have an egg in her mouth

>>191254
No

N full of beefsteak. Phase 1 is complete.

>>191239
>>191240
Holy based!

Ugh i need need NEED Bonnie NOW

>>191265
I would be happy to have drone love

>>191248
>S(ally) intervenes
>You were not the boss, but Dratula-

>>191268
HOGWASH

>>191266
Hear that Jerry? The boy's hungry, get Cici here ASAP

>Murder Drones, But N's Voice Actor Pulled An OJ During The Development Of Episode 6 And Now All The Characters Have To Somehow Avoid Talking About N's Mysterious Disappearance

>>191272
>Development of episode 6
Ez, Alice snatched him and that was it

1 joblin or 3 tardbugs– which will you take as your wife?

>>191275
Tardbugs?

>>191274
Okay, how about episode 5?
>Murder Drones, But N's Voice Actor Pulled An OJ During The Development Of Episode 5 And Now All The Characters Have To Somehow Avoid Talking About N's Mysterious Disappearance

>>191265
I'd be just as happy.

Hmm. Debating whether I should share my Murder Drones oc here.
Hmmmmmmm...

>>191280
Do it, I want to see cute drones

>>191277
Or they just recast N and don't bring up how he suddenly sounds slightly different.

>>191280
Pwease anon pwease!

>>191280
No. Never share it and let the character fester on your computer/in your head.

>>191282
>N has the voice of a 60 year old black comedian

>>191280
Well don't cocktease us now. Go ahead, tell me the lore more importantly

>>191269
Ew

>>191288
KEK

>>191280
DEW IT

>>191254
Why is she called Pidge?

>>191279
That's a pretty close call.
That being said, I gotta go for the pocket wife.

>>191275
Joblin

>>191294
It doesn't

>>191295
Well it's working right now

If you think about it, the drones not having any reaction to learning Tessa got murdered and assimilated shows that they really considered her one of them.

>>191281
>>191283
>>191286
>>191290
I get the feeling I'm gonna regret this. But ok.

>>191300
John soma

>>191296
I am afraid that's not possible.

>>191298
Look at it this way: In the absolute worst case scenario (everyone points and laughs) you can always fall back on anonymity to shield your ego!
But in all seriousness I wouldn't sweat it if you are nervous about a 'bad' reaction. As long as you aren't obnoxious about it or sperg out over attention anons around here tend to be pretty chill about OCs

Oh, and I made him using this Picrew
>https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2047846

>>191300
cutie

>>191300
Interesting concept and a cutie too!

>>191299
Pidgeon's

>>191301
... I'm assuming that's a SOMA reference? (I don't know much about that game lol)

>>191303
Alright, thanks for the advice. This is the first time I post on +4chan in general so I'm a bit nervous.

>>191305
>>191306
Haha thanks anons. I'm really proud of how he came out considering the picrew I used is a work in progress.

drone stretching out like a cat, leaving its soft belly dangerously vulnerable

>>191310
Someone already came up with that longcat concept, can't remember the name.

>>191311
SD S (sally)

>>191299
Pigeons are way less fun when they keep trying to sneak into your house whenever you leave the door open.

>>191308
Don’t worry too much lil dronigga, we’re actually mostly really chill here, if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you come across this place?

>>191315
I've been on +4chan for a while, but I pretty much just lurked on a few threads on /pco/. Then I noticed the /md/ got added. I usually just checked on the booru every once in a while, but today I decided to try actually posting something.

>>191299
> seams
THEY'RE NOT EVEN REAL