/md/ - Murder Drones

>>23329
Destroy the child

>>23330
>>23331
I can see Uzi doing it, but N?

>>23329
I feel like Uzi's CPU would be fried by the knowledge of a human who thinks robots are cool. It'd be an angsty teen version of Bender being amazed that Fry always wanted a robot friend in nthe Futurama pilot

>>23332
Uzi if anything is arguably safe edgy and the least likely of the two to do it.

(You) and Beretta meet the genderbent versions of (You) and Beretta who's called Barret.

>>23334
Uzi is all bark no bite, sadly she doesn't like to bite

>>23339
>Even after the drone is long gone, Elf doesn’t move
>Even after her system temp fully returns to normal, Elf stays hidden
>This is all too much for her
>She just wants to curl up in a ball and hide there forever, where it’s safe
>But then she’ll never get out, and that ‘thing’ would find her eventually
>If she wants to survive, her only chance is to try and find some kind of escape deeper in the building
>The thought of traversing deeper into this eldritch hell shakes her to her core
>But the thought of being stuck down here forever is even worse
>She peaks her head up and out from under the desk. The room looks just as uninviting as before, but there’s no sign of the drone
>It’s safe…
>Despite everything within telling her to stay hidden, Elf climbs out from underneath the desk. Her body still shaking slightly
>A sense of dread runs through her as she stares through one of the open doors leading deeper into this foul place. Gazing into the living abyss
>As long as she’s alive, there’s hope
>Elf steps past the threshold, walking into an alien world lost to time
>The hallway isn’t too dissimilar to the lobby
>Everything was falling apart, old JCJ branding was plastered all over the place, and of course the horrific fleshy growths and tentacles slowly consuming the rooms
>Elf tries to avoid the flesh as much as possible as the treks through the halls
>So far, they’ve yet to harm her in any way, outside of soaking her in mucous; but her trust is not gained so easily
>Maybe is she stays still for too long; she’ll get sucked in and consumed like the rest of this place
>Walking a little faster now, she passes by ruined offices and staircases; old overgrown break rooms; elevators with dozens of tentacles climbing out of them…
>But strangely, she has yet to see a single body. Human or drone
>Perhaps the flesh is all that’s left of them?
>Shaking the thoughts from her head. Elf continues forward…
>…Only to nearly jump into the ceiling as the silence is suddenly broken

>“It looks like you’re spending a lot of time loitering in the hallways. I’d just like to remind you that every second of wasted time is carefully tracked and will be tallied up for your annual reviews”
>”Your laziness hurts not only the company, you’re also hurting humanity itself! Think of how much more advanced we would be if we had abolished vacation time, sick days and work breaks a millennium sooner! All that wasted time adds up!”
>“How do I know that you’re slacking off despite being a recording? I had the lab boys working for months on ARIR: Artificial Reconstructed Intelligence REDACTED. That’s right, you don’t get to know the last word, it’s highly classified.”
>”This new cutting edge AI system, combined with some basic sensors I installed will track my employees and play my audiologs. Pulled funding and manpower from several different projects to do it. Investors were furious! But it’s my name on the company, not theirs!”
>”Anyway, I’m watching- ̴I̶'̴m̵ ̴w̵a̶t̴c̸h̷i̴n̴g̴-̶̷̴ ̴-̸̶̷̶̸͙́w̴a̸t̶c̵h̷i̵n̴g̸-̸̴̸̴̷̴̵̸̖̪̪͑͝I̸-̴I̵'̷m̷-̸w̴a̴t̴c̵h̵-̷w̶a̷t̷c̶h̸i̷n̵g̸-̵w̵a̶t̸c̵h̵i̸n̸g̷”

>The grainy, distorted voice of Cave Jensen glitches out on the last few words. Looping for several seconds before cutting of with a burst of static

>>23341
>It was just the old PA system again
>But while Elf had recovered from her momentary panic. She stands completely motionless. Listening intently for approaching footsteps
>She hears nothing. The air has returned to its regular quiet of faint flesh sounds once more
>But surely that “drone” from before had heard the speakers
>It was probably on its way already
>Elf takes off with a light job. She doesn’t intend to be here when it decided to show up
>But as she rounds the next corner, she becomes acutely aware of something
>A second set of footsteps, only slightly delayed behind her own
>Slowing down her pace a bit, the footsteps follow in kind. Matching her
>She comes to a stop. Silence
>Slowly, she takes a single step forward
>She hears a second step, directly behind her. Mirroring her
>She freezes in place, unsure of what to do
>Her mind races at a million miles per hour as she contemplates her options
>It’s already behind her, there’s no place to hide
>She could run, but it might be faster than her
>Just turning to look at it might be dangerous
>Her only option is to try and get it, before it gets her
>She has to attack first
>Elf balls her right hand into a tight, shaking fist
>Workers are strong, very strong. She can do this
>Her entire body tenses up like a spring, preparing to strike
>Suddenly spinning around as fast as she can, Elf launches a massive sucker punch at the thing behind her
>However, her fist simply passes through empty air
>With her momentum still in full swing, Elf spins on her heel and tumbles to the warm fleshy ground
>But while she missed, it wasn’t because there was nothing there
>There’s a presence there, only slightly illuminated by the dim emergency lights
>Standing over her…
>…is Elf
>Elf stares down at Elf
>Elf stares up at Elf
>The Elf standing over her makes no moves. She has a neutral, almost curious expression on her face as she stares down at Elf
>The Elf standing over her has no lights. While she appears to have eyes, they aren’t virtual. Her clothes seem to be melded into her body rather than worn, and everything has the same texture as the flesh on the walls
>It’s the same fake drone as before
>But now it’s pretending to be her
>The fake Elf opens her mouth as if to speak. And the real Elf hops to her feet and runs off in the other direction as fast as she can

>”Wait—a—second—E—L—F—Please—"

>The distorted staticky voice of Cave Jensen calls after her by name, sending a jolt of terror down her spine
>She gains a little distance, but it’s following her. She can hear the footsteps trailing behind her, almost perfectly matching her pace
>It’s toying with her, mimicking her every movement. Like it wants to be her
>Eventually she would tire, or hit a dead end, and then who knows what would happen to her?
>She has to think of something quick. The footsteps are slowly getting faster
>Rounding a corner, she runs down a long hallway lined with dirty windows
>This was it!
>The lights are too dim to see what’s behind them, but she’s willing to take a chance!
>Turning on her heel, Elf carries her momentum and throws herself through one of the windows. Only to feel a sudden drop
>Screaming in surprise, Elf plummets into the abyss below

>>23342
>She falls for several seconds, before landing on her back, staring up at the high ceiling she just fell from
>She lies still, waiting for the pain to come, but she feels nothing
>Is she paralyzed? Unable to feel the anything from her wrecked body?
>She sits up, checking herself over. Everything’s fine
>She’s lying in a large pile of spongy flesh, having just cushioned her fall
>Suddenly remembering her situation, Elf shakes off her surprise and jumps to her feet. She needs to hide!
>Spotting the nearest piece of half-consumed machinery, Elf rapidly dives underneath it and lays perfectly still
>Hopefully it wouldn’t follow her down her-

>“Ah, production lot 4. The heart of worker drone manufacturing!”
>”Whether it’s helping your mother out with her groceries, filing your taxes, or working the production line to make more of themselves, know that you can always trust a worker drone to get the job done!”
>”They’re hardworking, loyal, and filled with enough radioactive material to irradiate an entire city!”
>“Seriously. Don’t spend long periods of time around them if you’re attached to your hair. Healthcare is NOT included in your contracts!”
>“But don’t worry, were actively looking into an alternate power source. Bribing the FDA enough to keep these things on the shelves is getting painfully expensive!”

>Robogod fucking dammit
>The second Cave Jensen stops talking, a quiet thud hits the ground. It followed her
>She can’t see it. But she can hear it. Slowly walking around the area, searching. Searching for her
>Elf stays hidden underneath the overgrown equipment. She crawled as deep as she could underneath it, once again sinking a little bit into the fleshy ground. Hopefully it would be enough
>Time flows at an agonizingly slow pace as the mimic walks around. Why was it so persistent? Did it want to replace her that badly?!
>Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the footsteps steadily begin to grow fainter and fainter. It’s leaving
>But Elf stays hidden. She didn’t get the best look before she dived for cover, but she knows the area she’s in is massive. It would likely be able to spot her from a mile away
>She’s not coming out until she’s sure it’s long gone
>But as the minutes slowly tick by, she notices that she’s continuing to sink deeper into the flesh, with seemingly no end
>It’s slowly been eating her this entire time
>Already both her feet are fully buried in the disgusting meat, and she’s only sinking deeper
>Trying to kick her feet has no effect. In fact, it only pulls her further in
>Panicking, Elf grabs a nearby wire hanging off another machine. She pulls as hard as she can, but the flesh doesn’t relent. Not even her worker strength can save her
>Slowly, she’s getting pulled in deeper and deeper

>”ROBOGOD PLEAS- J-JUST LET ME GO!!” She screams, not caring if anything hears

>Just as soon as she opened her mouth, the pressure suddenly decreases, and she successfully manages to pull herself out
>Elf quickly scrambles to her feat, jumping away from the flesh
>That was close… Too close
>From now on, she’ll try to avoid touching it as much as possible
>Now finally out from underneath the machine, she can finally see where she actually ended up
>It’s a massive rusted hallway, with a super high ceiling. Almost like a metallic ravine
>Conveyor belts run down the center, flanked by various types of old machines
>Though it’s heavily corrupted by the all-consuming flesh, she easily recognizes what it is
>It’s a production line, the same kind of production line she worked on
>Creepy
>Did she actually die back there and this is just some weird last second dream state?
>This is all too weird… But if it’s the same as the one she worked on, then she has an idea of where to go
>Forget how creepy this all was, this is actually good news
>She might actually make it out of here
>Keeping her eyes mostly focused looking up at the walls, Elf makes her way forward down the production line. She knows exactly what she’s looking for
>Deeper and deeper she goes, it seemingly goes on forever, but at least it’s a straight line
>As long as she keeps this path, she should be goo-

>>23337
Of course.

>>23343
>Her foot catches on something, sending her tumbling forward to the ground. Elf only catches a glimpse of light blue before she face-plants onto something hard
>She’s lying face down on something, a drone. a very familiar looking default looking drone, with bright blue eyes and a blank expression on its face…
>It takes a second for her to process it, before her entire body shifts into a panic

“WAH!” She yelps, immediately trying to scramble up to her hands and knees

>Pressing both of her hands directly onto the thing’s face, Elf pushes herself away with all the strength in her arms
>She feels the thing’s screen shatter underneath the force of her palms as she pushes herself off. Hah! She actually injured it! Take that!
>Wait…
>It has a screen… Its eyes are glowing…
>It’s just a regular drone…
>A fresh wave of relief crashes over her. Crisis averted…
>She quickly stands back up and gets off of it. Thank robogod she finally found someone who can help her…

“S-Sorry…” She apologizes to the now injured drone. Hopefully its still willing to help her after that

>The drone’s cracked eyes stare deep into hers, but it doesn’t respond
>Actually getting a better look at it, it was all sorts of messed up even before she fell on it
>Its body is half submerged in the flesh, and long thin tentacles stick into various parts throughout its body. Pulsing. The drone’s body twitching along the same rhythm
>Creepy…
>There’s no help to be found here
>Not wanting to look at it any longer, she quickly continues onwards. Only to find more of the same sight
>More drones, all default. All lying in the same manner as the one she crushed
>Dozens of them… All half-subsumed in the corruption. All connected by pulsing tentacles
>All of them are alive. Staring at her. Their blank eyes follow her as she makes her way down the line
>How long have they been here?
>They’re older models, still using nuclear. They must be ancient
>A sense of dread runs through her as she realizes this could be her. Back there, if she hadn’t managed to pull herself out in time, she’d end up just like them. Stuck in the meat, tendrils violating her entire being…
>Stuck here, kept alive forever, for all eternity… The thought makes her shiver
>She wonders if they’re even conscious. Their eyes bore into hers, and they occasionally twitch… But older drones had inferior AI compared to something as advanced as herself
>A small mercy for them really. But it wouldn’t offer her the same kindness. She needs to get out of here, not matter the cost
>Strange. Seeing these… horrors… Actually makes her more determined. She will not suffer the same loathsome fate as these drones
>Elf, feeling a little invigorated, picks up her step as she heads forward. She should be close now
>The production line is vast, but it’s completely straight. She just has to keep moving forward
>Eventually, after an eternity of walking. Elf finds what she’s looking for
>Half-way up the tall walls lies a window lined office, jutting out overhead and surrounded by catwalks. The overseer’s office
>Elf quickly makes her way over. Her morale at an all-time high
>But her hopes dim slightly when she sees the state of the catwalks that lead up to it
>Broken, mangled completely torn to pieces. Several of the tentacles from the ceiling snake down through the rusted remains, holding a few of the larger pieces in place
>She approaches the base and reaches up to one of the pieces dangling on the tentacle, but it starts to rock precariously the second she touches it
>Backing away, she crosses underneath the office to check the other side. But they’re just as ruined
>She walks around for several more minutes, trying to find any kind of path upwards. But there’s nothing
>Her only hope is the tentacles themselves

>>23345
>They travel from the floor all the way up into the ceiling high above. Theoretically, if she were to climb one, she could make it
>But as she approaches the tentacle closest to the office, she starts having second thoughts
>Aside from the slimy, mucous covered surface making climbing impossible. She just doesn’t want to touch them at all. A quick glance at the workers being absorbed into the floor tells her all she needs to know about the nature of this flesh
>She’ll have to find another way forward
>But just as she turns her back, the silence is suddenly broken by a low rumbling
>Elf backs away as the entire production line begins to shake slightly. The massive tentacles begin to move, wrapping themselves around the mangled catwalks
>Screeching metal fills the air as the tentacles begin to twist them back into place. Several other tentacles collect the disconnected pieces on the ground and lift them back up into the air
>Holding them in place, smaller tentacles weave themselves through the gaps, connecting them all together
>After only a couple of seconds, all movement stops, and the catwalk is fully intact once more
>Elf doesn’t approach. This is just way too suspicious; it has to be a trap
>Something definitely wants her to go up to the overseer’s office
>But what? How does it even know that she wants to go up there?
>She spends several minutes just standing in place, looking around, trying to spy anything out of the ordinary
>But she finds nothing, and the tentacles stay in place, continuing to hold up the catwalks. They were waiting for her
>She considers just leaving, finding another way. But there might not be another way
>This might be her only chance. It might be risky, but it’s better than wondering around until her evil doppelganger manages to get her
>Making her way over to the base of the first catwalk, she warily places her foot on the first step
>It holds perfectly well. No risk of collapse here. The tentacles follow suit, remaining perfectly still
>She climbs another step, then another, then another. Nothing. They aren’t reacting to her presence
>Keeping her hands to herself, she quickly climbs the rest of the steps, arriving before a busted old door
>Opening it, Elf arrives at a very familiar sight
>Heavily rusted walls, old dirty windows overlooking the production line, a few small uncomfortable chairs and rotted desks, a single ancient looking computer sitting in the center of the room, barely-functioning fluorescent lights, a mish-mash of wires and pipes snaking across the ceiling, the ever present and all-consuming flesh…
>Minus the flesh, this place was nigh-identical to the office she worked in. Even down to the placement of the chairs
>Were the production lines she worked on really this old? Or was JCJ just so cheap that they never decided to update them at all? In fact, it seems they downgraded them, as this line seemed to have used drones rather than Labor bots…
>Shaking off her nostalgia, Elf quickly exits the main room and heads down the hallway leading deeper into the wall
>Sure enough, just like everything else in this place, it was identical
>The surface access elevator in all of its rusted glory, lies before her
>She had made it
>Elf quickly runs into the massive industrial elevator and hits the button, which beeps in response as the lights come online
>Sitting down and leaning back into the wall, she closes her eyes as a wave of relief washes over her. She’s finally free from this wretched place
>Freedom…
>But what does freedom look like anyway?
>If her elevator took her to the base of the corporate offices… Then this elevator probably led somewhere on the production lines
>She’d just end up back where she started, still a slave to humans
>But even so, it’s still preferable to being slowly eaten alive by the flesh down here
>And humans never come down to the production lines… Up until she got murdered, life was honestly pretty good. At least compared to what it was like up on the surface
>Sure, there were lots of downsides to living underground. But at least it was relatively safe
>Aside from the Labor bots…
>As Elf sits there thinking, she notices that the elevator has yet to move

>>23346
>Walking over to the buttons, her heart sinks. The system is locked out
>It’s okay. It’s okay…
>She should be able to unlock it using the computer in the office… At least she hopes so
>Exiting the elevator, she makes her way back over to the main room
>The computer is old. Very old. But she’s used this exact model before
>She presses the power button and waits. Praying that it still works
>Thankfully it starts up after a couple seconds, greeting her with a login screen
>She types in her own login and hopes for the best
>To her surprise, it accepts it
>The screen shifts, displaying a big picture of herself, smiling. Her company profile
>Drone ID: “S2311”
>Nickname: “Elf”
>It’s been a long time since she’s actually looked at her own profile, and it’s Just as empty as she remembers
>Drones were actually allowed to customize it, to a limited extent. It wasn’t intentional from what she knows, just a feature carried over from the human profile system
>The only thing she ever added was her name. A vain attempt to try and get people to refer to her as a person, rather than just an ID
>She was so innocent back then, so naïve…
>But now was not the time to reminisce
>Closing out her profile, she begins to look through the system
>It doesn’t take long for her to find it, and to her surprise again, it isn’t protected.
>No password or security of any kind. Just as easily as she logged in, the lockdown on the elevator is rescinded
>It was almost too easy…
>Feeling a little suspicious again, Elf scans her surroundings
>She spies a flash of blue out of the corner of her eye, just outside the window. But as she turns to look it’ just be her own reflection in the glass
>The room is silent. Nothing is here. There’s nowhere to hide in such a small room anyway
>She’s getting too paranoid…
>Turning back to the computer, she decides to dig around a bit
>There are a bunch of random files lying around
>Reading through them, they’re mostly just basic instructions, presumably for the stupid early-gen workers
>”Basic self-repair 101”, “how to restart a CNC machine”, “JARPA facility map and layout”, “Oil conservation tips”…
>Elf freezes in place as she finishes reading one of the folders
>What was that again?
>”JARPA facility map and layout”
>Jackpo- wait…
>This is useless to her
>Now that the elevator is unlocked, she can just ride it up and escape
>Hmm… It can’t hurt. She’ll take it just in case
>Quickly downloading the map into her own system, Elf turns off the computer. It has served her well
>It’s time to get out of this hellish place
>Walking back into the elevator and pressing the button, the elevator begins to ascend
>This time for real
>Elf sits down, leaning back against the wall as the elevator slowly takes her back up to the surface
>It’s slow, very slow. But at least she can forget this place
>She closes her eyes. She can finally relax a bit. It feels like forever since she last got any rest…
>…
>Elf is immediately jolted awake as the elevator comes to an abrupt stop. Punctuated by loud mechanical grinding sounds as the entire place shakes
>Then, nothing. The air goes silent once more. The elevator no longer shakes, but seems to sway ever so slightly
>Slowly, the sounds of metal under tension grow louder and louder
>Then suddenly, without warning
>The entire elevator plummets back down into the abyss

ElfAnon, have you considered making an AO3? I think it would do wonders for you.

>>23348
Isn't that place for actual fanfics rather than shitty greentext stories?

>>23350
It's a place for anything written for a media from the fandom, I have seen greens there

Between the somewhat popular, what is your favorite?
Coreplay, wireplay, bloodplay, oilplay, bites, DD on WD, WD on DD depending on who you like to see being Dom, drone on human, human on drone, or something I can't remember

>>23357
Kek

>>23357
>
Noice

>>23357
KEK

>>23357
Holy shit didn't think that shitty green of mine made you do this.

>>23357
Do you think Nori would mess with Uzi by drawing (You) and Beretta being all lovey-dovey together as some sort of petty insult for Uzi hooking up with N who is a DD?

>>23363
NGL that'd be kinda creepy more than funny

>>23365
This looks cool, even tho I do not know who is on the left, still cool

>>23366
He is so fucking gay

>>23365
Dynamic.

>>23366
I don't like this.

>>23369
>I don't like this.
You will never have a drone bf, sad

Can drones actually have gender or is it more of a societal thing than biological like humans? The only real gender difference between drones is their voice and clothes/hair and legs in the case of disassemblers.

>>23373
In the case of the DD's the dimorphism only came after they had already gotten a gender. For regular drones it literally is just whether or not the AI running in the sterile, sexless body feels more girlish or boyish

>>23374
But is the 'gender' hard-coded into their AI or is it easily changable because of their adaptive learning? What's stopping a drone girl from thinking "Darn, I'm feeling more like a boy now." and just wham, change their voice, clothes and hair and act more manly like a proper male? Or the same thing happening with male drones?

>>23370
The nails look bad.

>>23375
I think thay since drone AI goes from barely sentient to humanoid sentience either over time or via the zombification process that the gendering develops into hard coding as part of that process

>>23373
I think gender for the average WD can happen with one of two things, a human telling them "You are a guy/girl", or if they are a second generation and get a WD body, they just decide, depending on what they do, no mattering a lot, drones are genderless at the end of the day, and most of the time we see that if they have a "gender" it goes well with the LARP they are doing, but they could any day go and say "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy" change their voice module, clothes and there we go, realistically it will not change anything about them, they still have the same body and same mind
About disassemblers, I guess is what "gender" they had before being transformed into disassemblers, since we know that every DD was a WD before, because for now we haven't seen any other case
That's all just my opinion, and what I think, hope that helps

>>23376
They don't have nails, that's just his fingers

>>23382
What are you talking about?

>>23380
Does SD-I paint hia claws too?

>>23383
I was replying to a question in the other thread about the comic
but I just woke up and for got to reply the post
dammit

>>23385

>>23203
This was the question
I'll be posting them on Tuesday and Thursday, but 4chan and people who pay memberships get the pages first
because i like you frembs and want to make you suffer :)

>>23384
I don't know, maybe?

>>23380
I don't like how it looks. Plus painted nails on dudes.

>>23390
What's wrong with painted nails on dudes?

>>23390
>Plus painted nails on dudes.
What is the problem with that? What do you mean? Painted nails are cute

>>23390
I don't like how you look.

>>23388
On rare occasions he does and do that dumb slay meme that girl bosses do

>>23395
Kek

>>23395
He cute then

>>23389
Nothing, he lacks the balls to confess to his crush, much less save her from a vampire

>>23398
Weren't N and V already an item way before any Solver chicanery happened?

>>23395
>Yas bitch slay
>Actually goes out and literally slays
>Oops

What would SD-I do if I hug him and ask him for date? In a friends kind of way, since he is not gay, and neither am I, haha

>>23399
From the looks of it, they had sparks of love blossoming but things went to shit before either of them were able to confess. This is mostly based on the little bit of their interaction we could see (given episode amount capped the amount of characterization we could get from the characters) in N's flashback in episode 2. Had they have been together before the Gala massacre, the interaction would've been different.

>>23399
We know they cared about each other and certainly had feelings for each other. And while Butler N is a good joe, I doubt he would take the time to read aloud to the other 606'd drones.

>>23366
I wish I could fuck this drone's ass.

>>23391
>>23392
They are gay af. Also men usually don't have the nail shape to pull them off.
>But black metal
Gay and posers.

>>23393
We don't have to see eachother at the glory hole.

>>23394
now write her killing you during another episode and becomes more of a recluse because of how horrified she is with herself, beretta must suffer to the highest degree

>>23347
>Elf clings tightly to the rails, clenching her eyes shut
>The elevator is falling fast, sending her deeper and deeper into the facility
>She tries to remain clam. She’s trained for this…
>Memories of the safety tape she watched decades ago floods her mind
>In the event you are stuck in a falling elevator, please huddle in the corner with all other drone occupants in order to make it easier for the cleanup crew…
>Those fucking JCJ bastards…
>Elf clasps her hands together, her arms wrapped around the railing as her only lifeline
>She’s not a religious drone, and she frequently used robogod’s name in vain. But divine intervention is her only hope now
>Her prayers are answered by a sudden thud from below that shakes the entire elevator, then another, then another, then another…
>The impacts continue, growing in frequency, and the elevator actually starts to slow down. Something, multiple things, are blocking the elevator shaft
>Blood sprays up over the edges of the railings as the elevator slows down more and more. She can already guess at what’s filling the shaft
>The fall continues to slow, but it’s still dropping fast. Elf clings on her for her life, continuing to pray that enough flesh has collected at the bottom for her to survive
>With a final thud that crushes her into the floor of the elevator, and with a massive ocean of blood and mucous that sprays up over the edges, everything stops
>Elf lies there for a moment, drenched in a multitude of fluids. She’s bruised up a bit, but otherwise she seems fine
>The sound of tearing metal from above instantly sends her into action. Scrambling to her feet she jumps out of the elevator right before multiple steel beams and heavy cables crash through the ceiling
>Accompanying the wreckage are blobs of torn meat and even more blood. Seems the old shaft didn’t hold up too well to the fall
>Observing her new surroundings, it seems she’s back where she started. No, she’s even deeper in than she was before
>The walls here are even more overgrown than they were before. But at least she won’t have to worry about Cave Jensen jumpscaring her anymore… The speakers are all consumed
>The few ones that are still present don’t seem to react at all to her presence
>Despite her new circumstances, she’s still fairly confident. She still has the map
>She won’t be lost anymore
>Pulling up the map across her vision, she traces her path from the overseer’s office, trying to find where is. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have any real time tracking data for herself
>By her estimates, she’s in a maintenance tunnel on the lower levels
>With her own location seemingly found, she starts to scan over the rest of the map for her destination
>There’s got to be some kind of emergency exit or something… Though JCJ currently didn’t include fire exits in their more modern buildings
>But it seems old JCJ was a little more caring. An emergency evacuation exit, located… On the other side of the facility… Inside the central lab…
>Aside from the distance¸ she really didn’t want to head into the central lab. Everything she’s seen in here so far has been pretty horrible, so she isn’t too keen on wanting to find out whatever they were doing in there
>Though she doesn’t really have a choice
>It’s something she must do if she wants freedom
>Her route planned, Elf steps forward. Freedom…

>Everything is going well. A little too well
>Though the halls look even more corrupted than before, she has yet to run into anything
>Not the mimic, not another drone, not Cave Jensen either
>She’s been walking for what felt like half an hour. But it’s all been smooth sailing
>There’s only a little bit left to go before she’s near the central labs. Hopefully her luck continues
>Turning a corner, Elf finds her path blocked by a set of heavy ruined doors
>Doors that aren’t supposed to be here. They weren’t on the map

>>23407
>Dozens of biohazard signs and warnings plaster the walls and doors. Similarly to the door that led her here in the first place
>It must be some kind of temporary checkpoint. A failed attempt to contain whatever happened within
>The reinforced doors have been completely torn apart by thick tentacles from the inside, leaving just enough room between them for Elf to squeeze through
>On the other side, she finds another set of doors, also torn apart. An airlock
>Once again squeezing in-between the tentacles, she enters the checkpoint proper
>The dimly lit room is fairly small, and completely torn to pieces
>Mangled lockers, armored hazmat suits in the process of being consumed, a bunch of old fuel cylinders and equipment she doesn’t recognize, and of course the ever-present corruption engulfing half the room… The place is a total mess of broken junk scattered all over the place
>Only a couple lockers have survived in relatively undamaged condition. Walking over to one of them, she tries the handle and finds it unlocked. But all she’s greeted with is a locker full of pulsing meat
>The next one is more of the same, just with a ruined suit sticking out of it as well
>The final locker lays half-submerged in the flesh, but it’s still intact. Gripping the handle, it refuses to yield
>Jackpot! This one must have something good inside if it’s still locked!
>Placing her foot on the side of the locker for leverage, she begins to pull at the door with both hands, using every ounce of her worker strength
>After a couple seconds, the door gives way with a sickening pop as she rips it clean off its hinges, causing her to fall backwards onto her ass, door still in hand
>Looking up at her prize: It’s another locker full of meat. But with a small corner of metal sticking out of it
>She begins to reach towards it, before stopping her hands. Is whatever this could be really worth digging around for?
>Probably
>Elf sticks her hands deep into the flesh, trying to pull the metal object out. It’s stuck in pretty deep, and the flesh refuses to relinquish its spoils
>Once again putting her foot against the locker, she pulls as hard as she can
>With a loud squelching sound, the case comes free from the locker meat, and Elf once again falls back on her ass
>Examining the case, it’s large and made of metal. Overall, it seems to be in pretty good condition despite being fully absorbed for so long
>Popping open the latches, Elf freezes in place at the sight before her

>>23408
>Her entire body begins to tremble, not out of fear, but out of excitement
>It’s a flamethrower
>A real weapon
>She reaches out with shaky hands, carefully removing it from the case. It’s undamaged. It almost doesn’t seem real
>She’s never held an actual weapon before. Sure, the stun batons technically count, but they were nothing compared to this
>This was actual power
>A surge of confidence washes over her, completely erasing all her fears and doubts
>With this, she’ll never be afraid again, she’ll never let anyone hurt her again
>No… More than that
>With this, she’ll hurt them
>She’ll pay them back, for every drop of oil, every moment of terror, every night spent whimpering to herself in that locker as she tried to sleep, dreading the next day… She’ll make them all pay
>But before then, she needs to get it working
>She puts the flamethrower down on an overturned locker, and begins to set it up
>Thankfully, there were instructions on its proper use included with it
>Strapping one of the oversized fuel tanks to her back, Elf stands tall and ready
>She wouldn’t just survive anymore, she would conquer this place
>But first things first, she needs to test her new weapon
>Squeezing through the ruined airlock doors once again, she emerges out onto the other side of the checkpoint
>Similarly to everywhere else in this cursed place, flesh and tentacles lined the floors and walls
>The corruption is noticeably thicker here compared to the previous areas she had trekked through. It’s as if she’s getting closer to the source
>There’s also a new sight. Humans, or at least human skeletons. Dozens of them. All merged with the masses of meat. Their arms reaching out as if they’re struggling to escape their fate
>But none of this bothers her anymore
>What once was a grotesque reminder of the situation she’s in, is now just target practice to her
>Lighting up the pilot flame on the barrel, Elf takes aim at a particularly large cluster of flesh and tentacles burrowing out of the floor, and pulls the trigger
>A massive jet of purifying flame spits out of the end, wholly engulfing the tentacles, flesh, humans and hallway with its radiance
>The reaction from her target is immediate. And an ear-piercing inhuman screech echoes out through the air as the entire facility shakes
>The tentacles, the growths, the very building itself is crying out in pain at her attack
>Such an experience might once have stricken her with primal terror, but that was the old, helpless Elf
>Now the sounds only emboldened her. She relished the pain she was causing this monstrosity. It was proof of her victory!
>The screams and shaking continued for only a handful of seconds, before they slowly started to die down. Eventually falling silent and still once more
>Elf lowers her weapon and observes her work. A small smile creeping across her face as the last flickers of flame die down
>What once was an otherworldly horror, now naught but charred chitin, bone and ash
>She casually moves through the pile of smoking remains. Stomping her metal feet down on brittle human bones as she walks. As if she’s paying them back for everything they’ve done to her
>This place dared to stand against her, now she’ll burn it down
>Spotting another cluster of tentacles and assimilated skeletons at the far end of the hallway, she readies her weapon once more and steps forward, before stopping herself
>She’s acting far too rashly. She has no clue how much fuel is actually in this thing. It would be foolish to use it on everything in her path. She should only use it when necessary to defend herself
>Or…
>She should only use it on high value targets…
>A single figure creeps into her mind at the thought
>That horrific fake drone, the one pretending to be her
>That thing is obviously attracted to noise, and she had just made a whole bunch of it
>It would be coming. It’s probably already in the area
>A small smile flashes across her face once more. She would show it. She would prove that she isn’t helpless anymore

>>23387
>people who pay memberships get the pages first
I thought you people said to do things like drawing because you like it and not for money

>>23409
>Elf walks forward with malicious purpose in her steps, paying no heed to the flesh below her feet
>She had nothing to fear
>No longer was she being hunted, now SHE was the hunter
>She stomps her feet as she walks, deliberately kicking things out of the way to make as much noise as possible
>She walks through hallway after hallway, peering into old destroyed offices and labs, listening
>Listening for those familiar footsteps
>All she’s ever done is run away. Run away and survive. No longer will she be a coward
>She will burn this horrific mimic alive, and from the ashes a new Elf will be born
>One that is no longer afraid, no longer weak
>Suddenly, far in the distance, she hears them
>Footsteps. Faint at first, but rapidly growing louder. It’s running after her
>But this time she doesn’t hide
>Facing towards the sound, Elf readies herself
>She feels strong, powerful, better than she has ever felt in her entire life
>Suddenly, at the end of the dimly lit hall, a figure peers around the corner, staring in her direction
>Slinking around the edge, the figure steps forward, slowly approaching her
>It was still pretending to be her, a poor fleshy imitation of her
>Her finger flicks against the trigger of the flamethrower impatiently as it makes its way towards her
>Just a little closer and this will all end
>The fake stops a few feet in front of her, Now fully illuminated by the emergency lights overhead
>It was like she was staring into a weird, slightly distorted mirror. The sight had previously terrified her, but now it just pisses her off
>Elf readies her flamethrower, pointing it directly at the abomination
>It makes no moves and simply regards her with that same blank, almost curious expression as before
>No… This time, it seems slightly different. Like it has a look of… Concern, worry?
>Tilting its head slightly, it speaks in its stolen voice

>”Mother—hurt—hurting—Worry—E—L—F—know—?”

>Elf doesn’t respond. She feels nothing but contempt for this pathetic fake version of her
>Staring directly into its large fleshy eyes. Elf pulls the trigger

>>23411
>Immediately the flamethrower kicks back as the entire area is utterly engulfed in a nonstop wave of purifying fire, completely blocking out the “Elf” standing before her
>The intense brilliance of the flames completely blinds her optical sensors. But she doesn’t need sight to know that she’s won
>Cutting through the loud roar of the flamethrower, another inhuman screech echoes through the facility in all directions
>The intensity of the scream rocks her frame and causes several small audio errors to pop up across her vision. But the deaths throes of the beast were music to her ears
>The smell of charred meat fills the air as she presses down even harder on the trigger, determined to completely erase this horrid mimic from existence

>”Heheheheh…”

>She chuckles to herself as she continues to drench the hall in a nonstop jet of radiant, cleansing fire. Hosing the monstrosity down
>Her system temp spikes from proximity to the intense heat. But it doesn’t bother her, doesn’t deter her
>She’s never felt this way before. So eager, so excited, so incredible. She doesn’t just want to kill this creature; she wants to make it suffer. It was an intoxicating mix of power and vengeance that left her wanting more
>Is this what the humans feel when they torment her?
>They were next, this was only the beginning… She would pay humanity back for every-
>Elf’s vision suddenly becomes a blur. She feels weightless as she watches the floor and walls roll around her in a dizzying haze…
>…Only to come crashing down into the ground on the other side of the hallway
>Lying on her back, dozens of warnings flash across her eyes as she watches the ceiling in a daze…
>Elf’s confusion is only momentary before she pushes the warnings away and quickly scrambles to her feet, staring down the wailing figure slowly crawling out of the flames towards her
>It was still alive… And it had somehow managed to launch her across the room like a ping-pong ball. But she was fine. In fact, she felt better than she has ever felt before
>The thing was massive, almost filling the entire hallway. Multiple long, thin charred arms grasped at the walls as it began pulling itself out of the raging inferno
>Melted skin sloughs off its bony limbs as it moved. She had clearly done a ton of damage to it, but it wasn’t enough
>Elf looks on as the remaining flesh on its body expanded, knitting itself back around burnt bone with a sickening squelch. It was healing. It was slow, but it was healing
>She needed to act fast
>Just a little more… She just has to burn it until it’s all gone!
>Raising her bent flamethrower once again. Elf advances back down the hallway to face the screaming abomination once more. Determined to put it down for good this time
>She pulls the trigger, eager to burn this beast alive once more. But there’s no kickback, no satisfying roar as the flames spit out
>Nothing comes out at all
>Glancing down, her flamethrower is crumpled inward, now nothing more than a mangled piece of scrap. It must have absorbed the brunt of the hit that sent her flying
>What…?
>Transfixed in place at the sight, she cautiously rubs her hand across her chest, feeling a deep indent in her chassis where she was struck
>A deep throbbing pain suddenly radiates outward throughout her entire body. She drops her mangled weapon to the ground as she suddenly becomes acutely aware of just how close she came to death
>The warnings and errors blare through her skull as she clutches her injuries, hyperventilating, her system desperately trying to cool itself as she struggles with the revelation of her own mortality
>Just what was she doing…?
>Her trance is broken when another piercing scream echoes out as the regenerating creature begins to lumber down the hall after her, long billowing flames still clinging to its body
>It was coming for her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it
>Panicking. Elf turns around and runs down the hall, dragging her ruined weapon behind her
>She fiddles with the straps on the fuel tank as she runs, trying to shake it off. But she only ends up tripping over some debris and smashing her face into the ground
>Shakily rising to her knees, Elf tears the tank off her back
>Holding the tank high above her head. She hurls it at the flaming abomination with every ounce of her drone strength

>>23412
>She doesn’t look back to see if her aim was true, she just keeps running and running
>Even as a loud explosion shakes the foundations of the facility and silences the screams, she doesn’t look back
>Even as the servos in her legs ache and whine, she just keeps running, not looking back…
>…Or where she’s even going
>Turning another corner quickly, Elf suddenly runs straight into a wall
>She stumbles backwards, clutching her face in pain, before opening her eyes and marveling at the obstacle she had hit
>The wall features a large faded sign that reads “Experimental Division”
>A wave of relief instantly washes over her. She had made it
>She had finally arrived at her destination
>Elf takes a short moment to rest, contemplating what had just happened
>She had presumably killed that fake drone with the fuel tank. Somehow, everything had worked out for her
>She won. She defeated an abyssal horror that has never seen the light of day
>She was strong. She was capable. She just needed the will…
>With hope filling her once more. Elf presses on

>Elf ruins her new meat friend's life
Eh, maybe she's not really the best worker who can do it.

>>23415
Around meat, avoid defeat

>>23416
That sounds like some kind of masturbation thing

Quick! Post music that would fit with any OC of your liking!

>>23426
Sometimes I feel kinda bad for perpetuating the bananE meme but....

>>23426
>Everest
The Presidents of the United States of America - Peaches (Official Audio)

>>23418
>Refuses to engage in any sort of actual conversation when pressed on theories pertaining to Murder Drones
>Writes up a paragraph long moral argument against men painting their nails
Why are you like this?

>>23432
You only get good if you do it, again and again, try it man.

>>23432
Read over some stuff featuring it that you liked and thenntry to analyze in a more technical way
>How many sentences did they dedicate to this
>How many to that
>How many lines was it before we got to my favorite part
You can figure it out

>>23436
Nta, to be honest, I still do not know how to write in a more technical way, I just write something that looks good to me, I do not know if the pacing is good, or how to measure it, I do not know if the characters are doing things that sound plausible or sound in-character, etc. I kind of just "feel" it, you know?

Why didn't Doll kill V when V was in a coma state?

>>23439
Probably was occupied with getting to the elevator or didn't want to have to try to deal with Alice and Beau in an enclosed space

>>23439
She had the more pressing matter of acquiring the keybug

>>23434
Nigga I talk about the show frequently. You're kicking up sand over less than ten lines of text.

>>23440
In Home when V and N were passed out

>>23443
I think by that point her priorities had already shifted. She was on a mission of revenge in E3 but seeing Uzi mutate in E4 probably made her realize that her Solver infection could get waaaay worse than just developing oil-lust and she decided she needed to focus on curing herself afap

>>23445
>afap

>>23442
I hardly consider one sided exhibitions of headcanon being presented as if it were canon, followed by the deliberate ignoral of any attempts at further conversation, to be a good faith effort to "talk about the show". Hence why the complaint isn't focused on your long winded answer to one question but rather the complete lack of answers to so many others

>>23447
For some reason i wanted to say "as fast as possible" instead of "as soon as possible" and now I'm just thinking about Doll masturbating

>>23435
>>23436
Yeah those are both really good points. Thanks for the advice! I'll give it a shot after I've worked it out then.

>>23448
i dunno if that’s the same guy anon

>>23452
Well, someone out there has to love me, right?
Cute drone.

>>23222
>>23211
I would've suggested Kimber but that seems rather boring in comparison

>>23458
Negev seems like a good name in my opinion, since it's a Jewish firearm like Uzi is. It makes sense for atleast one of her daughters to follow that naming theme

>>23459
I would have suggested Gauss, since she has a railgun fetish and gauss rifles are related to railguns

>>23448
What are you on about.

glitch inn mod here, already told cubert about how the last few pictures aren’t showin up on da new murder drones blog post so hang in there kek

>>23464
Based

>>23460
It's still "open season" you can punch in a story and if the thread likes it enough that could potentially be the name. Although I feel like being named Gauss would lead to alot of "Passing Gauss" jokes

>>23471
>Gauss
You know I just thought of something cool, that could probably be Uzi's name in a Steampunk AU

People like to say Jane is the Signalis but realy she is the Hotline miami

>>23474
>Steampunk AU
Reminds me of a theory I had where The Solver was actually discovered in the 1800s which explained why people were still wearing suits & tophats

>>23404
Only if your john

>Nori decides to show you family photos, much to Beretta's embarrassment
>She flips through the book and through the years it mostly just looks like Beretta wearing different hoodies
>That is until her baby years, which Beretta desperately attempts to stop Nori flipping to, she fails
>All you see is pictures of what looks like a weird slimey black worm creature in knitted sweaters
>There's one in bunny pajamas
>One with a reindeer headband and a glowing nose
>One hanging out with another in a giant T-shirt
>One coughing up the other one
>And lastly one curled up in a pumpkin that it's currently munching on while being carried in a toy wagon to Trick R Treat
>Beretta dies instantly from embarrassment

>>23479
If you were dating Beretta how would feel knowing that Beretta used to be a weird worm creature when she was a baby?

>>23413
>Walking past the old sign, Elf stands before a massive pair of reinforced blast doors. Or at least, what was left of them
>The heavy doors were torn out from the wall, from the inside
>Similar to the checkpoint, massive tentacles pushed through the gaps, snaking their way past the barrier and burrowing into the floor and ceiling like large fleshy roots
>But these tentacles were far larger, and looked far older
>Whatever happened to this place likely originated from behind those doors
>And now she’s going to head inside
>Crawling her way through the gaps in between the tentacles, Elf enters the Experimental Division
>The second she passes through the door; she feels a noticeable change in the atmosphere
>It isn’t something physical that she can describe
>She feels like she just crossed some kind of threshold
>But she doesn’t let it deter her
>She’s close to the end
>She’s going to escape, no matter how deep into this hell she has to go
>Strengthening her resolve, Elf steps deeper into the depths of the facility
>The Experimental Division is the most infested area by far
>She can barely see any traces of the walls or floor, it’s all just flesh and chitin
>She feels like she’s stepping into the maw of some massive beast
>The deeper she travels in, the more the atmosphere shifts
>At first it was fairly subtle, but now she can definitely feel a buzzing throughout her system
>With every step forward, it grows a little stronger
>She’s getting close to something. Something powerful
>Picking up the pace a little, she arrives at another ruined airlock
>Based on the signs, this lead straight into the central lab
>And just a little further beyond it, her freedom
>But something feels off about this. Like something deep inside her system is begging her not to enter
>She pushes her fear away. passing through the central lab is the most direct route to her escape, any detours might get her lost
>She just has to keep moving forward
>As she steps through the old airlock; the buzzing and pulsing intensifies even more
>She’s getting close to Something
>The feeling grows stronger with every step down the hallway. But she wills herself forward
>Stepping into a large wide room, Elf finally arrives at the heart of this madness
>The room is bathed in a sickly yellow glow that seems to shift and pulse
>Hundreds of half-absorbed skeletons stick out of the walls. All reaching out towards the light
>All the tentacles she had seen throughout the facility seemed to coil outward from the middle of this room
>The flesh in the center is raised up, like a mountain of meat tipped in spines and teeth that angled inward like a grotesque crown
>And resting above it is… Nothing
>**WARNING: HIGH TEMP**
>It’s not that there isn’t something there, she’s just incapable of perceiving it
>Her optical sensors fail to register it, showing only a black void with error messages flickering around the edges
>Strangely though, she feels no fear, instead curiosity
>She turns her head, the blind spot in her vision stays fixed on the center of the room
>It’s like her system is refusing to acknowledge its existence
>The same is true for her audio processors
>She hadn’t noticed it before, but can’t hear anything aside from a very slight high pitch ringing that seemed to come from within her head
>Elf ignores the ringing, continuing to stare. She desperately wants to see it despite the pain
>Standing in this room hurt
>It’s subtle at first, but it’s slowly growing in intensity
>It isn’t a pain she could accurately describe
>It almost feels like her entire body is slowly falling apart
>As if whatever she is being exposed to is eroding her very existence bit by bit
>Despite this, she is transfixed by the unknown presence
>She’s trying her hardest to see it, to hear it, to feel it
>Focusing her entire mind, the pain fades, and everything goes numb
>Nothing else exists other than the void in front of her
>**WARNING: CRITICAL TEMP**
>Elf slowly begins to move again, walking towards the center of the room
>She can feel its gaze boring straight through her
>It sees her, it knows her, it welcomes her
>Time stands still as she clamors over the tentacles towards it
>She must reach it, she must experience it
>One foot catches on a small tentacle, the other slips on the slick flesh
>Nothing else matters
>Elf lurches forward. Falling into the hardened spiky embrace of the ancient tentacles
>She doesn’t look away from it, even as a bony lance pierces through her shoulder. The pain doesn’t even register in her system
>She continues to watch, craning her neck as she struggles to see it. Right up until the moment where her face shatters against the hard chitin
>**SYSTEM REBOOTING…**

>>23481
>Regaining consciousness, her entire body immediately lights up in extreme agony. Everything hurts
>Large cracks snake across her distorted vision. The few clear parts that remain are covered up by errors and warnings, urging her to see a technician as her head pounds with the ever-present ringing
>Elf is on the verge of falling to pieces
>She has to get out of here
>Gritting her teeth, she uses her one good arm to slowly push herself off the spike penetrating her shoulder. The already immense pain intensifies as small barbs and imperfections on the spike snag her internals
>Finally pulling herself free, she collapses onto her back. But there’s no time for rest in this place. She struggles to stand but all she’s met with is a dull throbbing pain, her legs refuse to hold any weight
>She claws at the flesh on the ground, pulling herself forward inch by agonizing inch
>The presence reverberates through her head, urging her to turn back and approach it
>She ignores it as best she can, focusing everything she has left on escaping
>Clinging to last bits of her sanity, Elf just barely manages to drag herself out of the room
>Pulling herself around the corner, out of its sight, she completely collapses against the floor
>She pushes herself up against the fleshy wall, struggling to stay conscious
>She’s at her limit. Even with the fresh reboot, she’s on the verge of shutting down again
>Her entire body aches with a dull pain. Her right arm lies limp. She feels weak. Her mind swims
>Despite the wall separating her from whatever the hell was in there, she can still hear it echoing in her mind
>She can’t stay here any longer
>Elf forces herself to her feet. Cradling her limp arm with her other hand, she shakily walks forward
>She’s close now, just a little bit further and this will all be behind her
>Just a bit further…
>She shuffles down the overgrown hallways
>Almost there…
>She squeezes through another destroyed airlock
>A few steps more…
>Far in the distance, a reinforced door, still on its hinges
>Freedom…
>She shuffles towards it
>Though worn and faded, the words “EMERGENCY EVACUATION” are plastered across the front
>She practically throws herself against the door like it’s her savior
>She did it, she made it
>She just has to open it
>She warily takes a step back, as if she’s afraid she’ll lose the door if she goes too far
>Nestled into the flesh next to the door is a small panel
>Touching it, it lights up
>Thank robogod it still works
>Using her good arm, Elf fiddles with the panel
>SELECT ALL IMAGES WITH: TRAFFIC LIGHTS
>Her hand shakes as she selects all the traffic lights. She’s so close
>They’re fading away agonizingly slowly but she can’t complain
>She’s just happy to finally get out of this place
>Finally removing all the traffic light, she presses verify
>This is it
>Her hope swells as the doors open
>She's finally free

>>23482
>Elf’s eyes go wide in shock as the doors part

>”W-W-What….?”

>Therse’s nothing there
>It’s a blank concrete wall with a couple speakers built into it

>”If you’re hearing this, then you tried to activate the emergency evacuation exit”
>”Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”
>”The bad news is that we never built the emergency exit. Trying to build an escape tunnel to surface when you’re this deep underground is expensive!”
>”The good news is; without the possibility of escape, you will have to go back and fix whatever you caused!”
>”You’re still on the clock! I’m not paying you to run away at the first sign of trouble!”

>The voice rings out loudly, the flesh hasn’t gotten to these speakers it seems
>Elf collapses to the ground. Her legs finally giving out
>She can’t take this anymore
>But what did she expect anyway?
>She’s just a worker drone, a piece of property. She was designed to serve those more powerful than her, and to be disposed of the second her usefulness ends. She was foolish to think she ever had a chance at accomplishing anything
>She curls up into a ball on the ground, whimpering quietly to herself. She just wants to go home, even if home is just a small locker in JCJ corporate
>But her crying is quietly supplemented with a new sound, a sound she knows intimately
>Footsteps, many of them, rapidly growing louder and louder, followed by a long drawn-out screech
>Her despair quickly turns into pure primal terror
>It’s still alive, and it wants revenge
>Her sense of self-preservation overrides everything else
>She has to get out of here
>But there is nowhere to go
>Using every ounce of energy left in her small body, she wills herself to move. Blindly running through the halls in a delirious panic
>She has no idea where she’s going, she just has to get away
>The footsteps and screams are growing even louder, like an entire horde of people are stomping down the halls after her
>It’s faster than her
>And there is nowhere to go
>Eventually the soft flesh covering the floor gives way to metal once again
>She’s running across an old metal catwalk, suspended high above some room
>She doesn’t have any time to care, she has to keep running… The sounds are right behind her now
>She suddenly tries to come to an abrupt halt, nearly tumbling forward off the end of the catwalk
>She barely noticed it in time. The catwalk is broken in half, the other piece dangling off the end of the wall
>Panicking, she turns around to run back, only to watch as the horrific abomination rapidly emerges from the hall leading onto the catwalk
>The catwalk lurched and shook as the spindly, dozen-limbed creature clamored towards her
>This is it. She’s out of time, out of options. The only thing she has left, is to choose how she is going to die
>Getting her head smashed open on the ground is vastly preferable to whatever that *thing* would do to her
>And so, closing her eyes
>Elf leaps off the end of the catwalk, plummeting towards the ground

>>23483
>As she falls once again towards her doom, her only thoughts were how unfair all of this is
>She didn’t deserve any of this, she’s never done anything to anyone. Curse this damn world
>But instead of hitting solid ground, she suddenly finds herself submerged in water. It seems the catwalk is suspended over some kind of pump room
>Her relief is incredibly short lived however, as she rapidly gets pulled straight to the bottom of the tank by a strong pressure
>Hitting the very bottom, she is pinned in place above a small hole
>She tries to push herself off, but her body is completely devoid of strength
>Slowly but surely, she gets pulled into the small opening. Pain shoots through her body as she gets crushed between the small opening
>Her arms twist unnaturally behind her as she is forced further and further into the hole. Cracks start to spread across her visor. Her entire body is being crushed
>Just as she feels that she’s about to be completely squished, she finally gets pulled through the small opening
>Elf is sucked into a small pipe, just large enough to fit her body. Her relief is short lived however as she is immediately sucked deeper through the network
>Immediately her head is smashed into a wall, before being pushed downward, then up, then to left, then up, then down…
>Her vision swims as she gets thrown around through the pipes, unable to make out anything at all. Fresh warnings blaring through her head as it gets banged into every bend and twist in the network
>Smashing her head into the side of the walls for the umpteenth time, everything goes dark
>***SYSTEM REBOOTING…***
>Elf once again opens her eyes
>She sees nothing. The room is completely dark outside of her own lights
>Her entire body aches. She’s completely soaked in what she hopes is just water. And she is completely exhausted
>But, she’s alive. Somehow
>She’s still alive. It’s not over yet. There’s still a chance
>As long as she’s alive, there’s hope…
>Elf slowly sits up, finding that she’s laying in a small stream
>A stream that’s running through raw rock, not the flesh or concrete of before
>Standing up and feeling around, she reaches a wall. The same texture as before greets her; raw, damp rock. She’s never felt anything quite like it before now
>Is she in some kind of cave?
>The pipes must’ve dropped her into some kind of underground reservoir
>Feeling her way back over to the stream, she checks the direction it’s flowing. If this stream originated from the facility, then she’ll head as far away from there as possible. Hopefully finding a way out along the way
>Sticking to the wall, Elf begins her trek through the cave
>Her progress is slow
>Her exhaustion is immense
>The cave is getting smaller as she goes
>She hopes that means she’s nearing the surface
>Squeezing through another tight opening, Elf finds herself at a dead end
>The stream ends here, connecting to an underground pool of water
>She collapses down in front of the water. Both out of exhaustion and doubt
>Did she really survive all that, just to end up trapped in this tiny cave?
>Elf stares down at her own bright blue eyes in the water’s reflection
>But the eyes that stare back up at her were not the usual fearful eyes she had grown accustomed to over the years
>They were eyes of determination
>She died, went to hell and survived
>This cave was nothing
>This was not the end
>As long as she’s alive, there’s hope
>Staring down into the water, she suddenly notices a small glimmer. Something buried in the muck at the edge of the pond
>Fishing through it, she finds a ring
>There’s only one way this got here
>This water source was connected to something. Possibly something outside
>Rising back up to her feet. Elf steps into the underground reservoir
>She didn’t know if she actually is waterproof, but it can’t be worse than what she suffered in the pipes
>Fully submerging herself in the water, her vision is completely blinded
>Every step she takes causes decades worth of muck to shoot up, turning the water into a murky mess
>Going exclusively by touch. Elf walks along the lakebed, feeling along the walls of the cave
>It’s extremely disorienting, and she truly has no clue where she’s going
>But she’s determined
>She will not let this place take her. Not when she’s so close

>>23487
I'll have to read when I have time, but from the snippets I saw it seemed rather intriguing

>>23487
She's cool!

>>23489
Thank you, nice you like it, and I don't know if I ever have an idea I will write it, but for now, zero ideas about how to continue it.

>>23487
I applaud your worms, I'll read it when I have some time, but be sure I'll read it

>>23494
What your oc name may I ask?

>>23479
>>23480
I personally wouldn't give a shit if she was a worm considering she somehow grew out of it. It's certainly weird though that Nori is showing me baby pictures unless this is some sort of ploy to make me break up with Beretta?

>>23496
Small CH is adorable, very pick up-able even.

>>23500
Thanks for saying that, she is very friendly! She wouldn't mind most of the time.
>Small CH
But one thing, she is not small, LL is just very tall.

>>23503
L and B looks so sad :(
H looks angry
Good work Friend, but it's sad to see them sad.

>>23503
Nice art! I always love seeing anything L related.

>>23502
I mean if JCJ is emblematic of the rest of the corporations in this universe I'm sure it must have been a Cyberpunk-adjacent corporatocracy hellhole

>One B two B three B
>Drone B Sad B Dead B and more!

>>23503
Truly badass art drawfren!

>>23503
>H giving the Solver the finger
Based

>>23496
Nta
Hello, about LL, does the "jacket" she wear go down all the way to her hip part, covering the "rubbery"-black-midsection, or would you rather have it be like on V, covering only the white "ribcage"?
Also got any specifics about which parts of her legs are black and which are white? No problem if you don't know exactly, just wanna make Herr as accurate to your idea as possible

>>23504
i did write them being goofy goobers in the previous thread post about OCs go camping so i have to balance it out with something a little angsty :D
>>23505
>>23508
ty
>>23509
he's probably mad because i forgot to draw his right hand thumb (i'll fix that later after sleep you emo doofus). trying to draw into the 2-4 am will do that to you

>>23511
>doodle
Why this anon keeps calling a full good drawing a doodle?

>>23511
Holy shit Cyn mom giving the Gluck huck 40k

>>23511
It is ok I put this in the booru?

>>23511
No much idea who Vashtoor is, but good drawing Friend.

>>23519
She a chaos god in 40k, we use to joke vashtorr is Cyn parent in the earlier threads

>>23518
Ye

>>23520
I assumed, and I remember those jokes.
Thinking back, I should have searched who was Vashtoor instead.

>>23485
I can't help but be suspicious. Perhaps she should be as well.

>>23524
Are you one of those ork?

>>23528
But sir, that's not Uzi, that's an Oogi. I don't know what they're even classified as because attempting to apply logic to them is like trying to make sense of an infinite staircase

>>23529
>Oogis are incomprehensible eldritch horrors that make the minds of even the smartest men shatter

>>23533
Need that person in the picrel and Y making out with eachother

>>23503
I love you

>>23535
I'm just a sadist

>>23526
Gonna suck when she breaks out of her reverie, goes exploring, and starts finding litter.
Still, it's probably better than being with the meat (or is it).

>>23535
Shadow Schwab is arguably better than me trapping her in yet another self-insert romance greentext.