The Drones, they are an amazing living being that can be an amazing friend... Probably. The Beautiful Booru: https://dronebooru.co The wheel with many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf And it's modifier: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The spectacular OC wiki: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The last Thread: >>264932
>>265905 >anon: “this is how I practice smacking your momma ass!” >holly isn’t sure how to feel, let alone deal with the situation >but the bongos smacks do feel nice, so it’s not all bad
>>265910 >"Wait, what do you mean I have to wash dishes and make beds? I thought all drone owners were massive perverts! Where's the upskirting? The sneaky plate fondling? The passionate declarations of forbidden love between man and machine? I want my money back!"
>>265910 >>265912 >Emily dreams of becoming a maid for a rich human family >Emily's only point of reference regarding how humans '''supposedly''' treated domestic drones is pre-solver, human-on-drone pornography >Emily refuses to believe the horror stories that N & V claim to be the "authentic" butler/maid drone experience
>>265912 >want my money back! how that does that work in this situation, your a object to humans, emily, but that doesn’t mean your going to get miss treated by having your head smashed in for no reason, I’d be like destroying a PS5 or a xbox one, if anything, your in the safest position predicament
>one male!U-U claims that his cock is bigger >instant fight followed by them sheepishly asking you to measure for them >take their long, fat, musky tentacocks in hand and dutifully measure them >tell them that they're the same size >instant fight, stopped only by one of them claiming his balls are bigger >get out the scale, lifting their hefty nutsacks onto the measuring platform >they're the same weight >another fight, the two sweaty drones wrestling across your floor until one claims he can cum more >they grab the measuring cups from the cupboard >both of them are trying to edge as long as possible to maximize their output, slowly stroking their cocks to the precipice before letting their throbbing, aching members left >(you) walk into the room and the two of them lose control when they see the blush on your face >two measuring cups are filled to overflowing, their thick baby batter dripping on the floor with sticky slaps >their contest ruined and their balls empty, the two drone boys finally settle down for breakfast
>>265921 >edge as long as possible to maximize their output they both feel what the other one is doing, god, that would be torture for either of them, one male!U-U jerking it and edging it for hours, only for the other one to be spazzing out in the living room
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>>265943 The male drones have learned to turn heterosexual men into faggots, which only exacerbates the already deviant behavior of human men and radicalizes the female drones.
>>265939 >"Hey, clone?" >"What is it, clod?" >"What is anon, anyways?" >"He's a human, dolt!" >"No dumbass, I mean, what is anon? Is anon a-" male!U- makes a crude gesture involving his finger penetrating a hole made by his other hand, "or is anon a-" he takes two rigid fingers and bounces them off one another. >"Well obviously anon's a-" -U rubs his chin in his hand, "uhh," he scratches his optical bulbs. "Yeah what is anon?" >"You want to go find out? There's no breakfast yet, anon must still be sleeping." >the two wordlessly nod, pushing and fighting only slightly over who takes the lead as the two tiptoe up the staircase >the old, wooden farmhouse steps creak and groan beneath the considerable weight of sentient murder machinery, the two drone boys shushing and quietly cursing one another's inability to stay quiet >the two plant their boot at the top of the stairs at the same time, still arguing over who would get there first, before coming to a silence >nothing but the distrubed farmhouse dust settling in the morning light >male!-U makes a zipper motion over his mouth while glaring at his clone, his counterpart performing a silent shushing with his finger in front of his lips before the two tread on >both grab the handle to anon's door at the same time, counting down before opening the master bedroom with a drawn out creak >the two tense, pausing, optical bulbs flickering yellow in the darkness of the room >despite their racket, their target remains unaware, sleeping in a bed much too large for a single occupant >slowly, surely, tiptoe by tiptoe, male!U-U reach the foot of anon's bed >a silent conversation takes place, hand gestures and pointed glances towards the figure beneath the covers- curiosity finally emboldening the drones to cooperation >male!U- reaches for the covers, grabbing two fistfuls before looking at his clone >male!-U readies his hands, prepared to pull anon's pajama pants off >two distinct swooshes of air sound in the blackened room >male!-U stares, anon's pajama pants in his hands as his clone struggles to unwrap himself from the comforter he'd pulled away. "That's not right..." >male!U- huffs, "What's not right?" he stage whispers before tossing the covers aside. "Huh? But humans don't-- they can't be--" >"Be me," anon suddenly speaks, the two drones' displays losing color in fright >"Laying under my bed covers," anon continues, eyelids remaining closed >"W-what the fuck?" male!U- shivers, looking for the covers he had tossed aside, only for them to reappear above anon as if nothing had happened >"Male!U-U are on either side of me, holding me tight." >"N-no," male!-U sputters, blinking, only to find himself wrapped around anon's side, looking at his brother's frightened display across anon's chest >"The two boy drones are snoring in their sleep," a grin forms on anon's face, "and they don't remember anything." >male!U-U's optical bulbs flicker off, one by one, their displays filled with imminent popups about entering sleep mode, eldritch code flickering across as the two lose responsiveness, snoring as they cuddle anon from either side
>light enters the bedroom, male!U- squinting as optics whirr to life, sensory input coming online >male!-U yawns, heartily sucking in the morning farm air as he rubs his bulbs with a finger and thumb >their morning routines halt when the two look into each other's display, frowning >sometime this morning anon hand untangled from the two of them, no doubt preparing breakfast- the scent of cooking bacon wafting in from the kitchen below >in their sleep, the two boy drones hand wrapped their arms and tails around each other >morning wood subroutines had activated, impressive disassembly dongs coming to full length, rubbing and frotting one another >two sticky, embarrassing lines of pre connected each drone's cocktip to the other's chest >both male!U-U push against one another in a flurry of insults, sending them both careening from opposite sides of the bed in a crash >"Faggot!" male!U- spits, wiping pre from his chest light >"Queer!" male!-U growls, pointing accusingly at his clone >"Boys," anon calls from below, "breakfast's ready!" >the two glare at one another for another moment, before bolting to the door, the two drones making a ruckus as they race down a dusty staircase to the kitchen below >in their haste, they didn't notice the pair of drone footsteps imprinted in the dust of the stairs, evidence of their prior activities unmade in the swirling dust of their flight >in the kitchen, anon smiles and whispers >"Be me,"
>>265963 this is one of many reasons why people stay vigilant of anon, it even makes freak the hell out, this right here? is only tame in comparison to the other stuff he’s done, makes jax and solver look like monks of pure patience and goodwill
>>265973 >do (you) plan to buy the comic? No. >What is something that would change your mind? I'd change my mind if I got a free drone wife in exchange for buying the comic.
I’ve only ever saw a peacock once in person when I was a kid, at the zoo on a field trip with school, fear had not been a thing for younger me, so younger me fed it a french fries crisp, peacock ate it, then left, one of the few memories I remember from my childhood
>>265981 >pavo eating fries out of your hand while his fat butt and peacock tail wiggle >when the fries are gone he licks the salt from your ticklish palm with his big drone tongue
>>265978 >She dashed through the halls of the office in its evening light. >The path to freedom illuminated every so often by the ceiling bulbs that were quickly blowing out one by one behind her. >It wasn't far behind. A horrible beast in a coat of yellow and black had been chasing her ever since the day was over. >But still she barrelled on round the corner as fast as her little worker legs could carry her, despite the warnings of joint wear. >Soon enough her salvation was in sight. The big and bold letters that read 'EXIT' lay before her. It was just one more sprint and she was home free. >Then came an oil-curdling roar. >It approached rapidly. Its unnatural curvature, the lumbering limbs and razor teeth. The mottled patches of rot dotted about its skin that was peeling off at the seems. >She didn't waste any time. >She ran. >She tripped. >It caught up. >She screamed. >And screamed as it dragged her away to crunch on her plasteel chassis. >"AHHHHH!" >E finally woke up from the horrible nightmare that had been plaguing her for the week. >She shrill screams of terror startled her boss awake too, much to their annoyance as the poor girl finally managed to calm down. >"Same dream?" >She practically shivered. >"Y-ye." >One body shuffled over and enveloped another in a comforting hug that the disassembler gladly accepted by burying her face into the crool of her boss' neck. >"Don't worry. There's no such thing as mutant bananas. And if there were, I wouldn't let any of them eat you." >Finally the tension left her frame after a few minutes of cuddling, and the ensuing strokes of her hair saw the two of them get back to a comfortable sleeping position. >"Thanks boss...yer the best."
>"No problem, babe." >As her human dozed back off again and she found herself on the precipice of hitting standby mode once more, she hesitantly kept her optics on. For just a moment. Just to check the corners and the ceiling and what have you. >And when nothing came but the rhythm of your heartbeat running in time with her core... >There was that sweet peace she enjoyed so much.
>>265982 >sheer amount of willpower is takes to not squeal out of happiness >the feeling of an animal eating out of your hand, licking the paw afterwards
>>266008 >Mac greentext where he's forced to take a life >This heavily effects Mac since he's never killed anyone before let alone ever bothered to use any of his natural DD stuff
>>266005 he also derailed entire threads, wrote a spite green about Pavo raping a child to death, went on schizophrenic rants, and made a fucking powerpoint about how there was a secret cabal of drawfags conspiring to harass him
>>266003 >They're very drawn to children and, once a child is found, the Moblin will immediately imprint upon them, refusing to leave their side. >While this worries some parents, it should be noted that Moblins are universally helpful and protective of kids. >Should the child ever be threatened, the Moblin is known to use its small, bladed hands to... remove the threat. Enthusiastically. >There has been no record of a Moblin hurting a child, even when force is used.
>>266005 Doesn't matter. If he made cool shit then he would've been cool, but Pillar was a massive ass to everyone, falseflagged, derailed entire threads, and went on strange tangents about secret societies and how he was assaulted at a young age. He needs actual help and I hope he gets it
>>266022 Clanker? No no, it's like when you growin' crops and you strip the soil of its nutrients and goodness and then you can't grow nothin'. You gotta rotate your racist slurs. Now I know it's hard 'cause 'clanka' just rolls off the tongue the way oil rolls off a clanker's lips, but we cannot let that be a crutch.
>>266024 >The Florida Man fired his gun, screaming at what he assumed to be Martian invaders in their evil flying death machine >Unfortunately for him it was not in fact two Martianitos coming to probe him, instead it was two asshole "Mexican" Drones known as SD-U-U >"¡Mira al obeso floridano!" >Snickered one SD-U-U to the other >"I'd be he'd fry nice and crispy..." >Raising their water guns from underneath the dash, they pumped and fired them onto the screaming Floridan >No water came out of that spout, instead it was hot boiling cooking oil that the SD-U-U's had ransacked from the nearby Wendy's after tossing an alligator through the Drive-thru window
>>266042 I'm just going to assume whomever posts him is some kind of threadshitter because I can't imagine anyone else giving a flying fuck about random e-celebs
Had a rough idea for how to revive T.A.M.M.F.K, I liked the idea the other Anon had with him slowly losing his "humanity" by starting off as a normal Drone and then turning fully into the weird spider thing at the end. Not sure if I'll write it, but just writing this down incase something happens >T's story takes place years before the events of the Gala Massacre >Drones are still mostly AI however with the turning of the age flesh-cores are introduced >As a result reports of strange mutations start to flood in, dangerous Drones that are nothing more than failed vessels for a being beyond our reality >Even stranger is reports of fully AI Drones aka the older models acting strange almost human, too human >Wanting to keep this under wraps JCJenson partners with the government to form a group specialized in taking care of these rogue Drones >The Drone Reclaimation Bureau also known as the DRB >These agents are dispatched to take care of or capture these rogue variables for study >There are both human and Drone agents, they're certainly no Sentinel Drones, but they do use experimental technologies which can be considered primitive to our current day DD, but the one thing they're good at is stealth tech >T is an older model Worker Drone who tries to prove himself capable of being an agent, eventually he gets his chance whether his superiors like it or not, unfortunately for him this action will lead him down a road to ruin as he becomes their guinea pig to toy with more dangerous technology
>>266045 Mainly posting this because I like the idea of the Drone Reclamation Bureau, feel like it could help expand the lore on Zombie Drones especially the mysterious tape
>Evil N sitting on Nugget Uzi's face whilst wearing both of his adapters >N refusing to get off unless Uzi can successfully "satisfy" him using just her mouth >Uzi struggling as her resistance is slowly smothered underneath the sheer size of N's fat backplate >Uzi only being granted small reprieves to breath when she reluctantly starts cooperating, alternating between tongue-massaging his anal adapter and mouth-sucking on his nanite nuts >This continuing until N is too turned on to take the teasing anymore, concluding with him face-fucking Uzi before finally allowing her to breathe freely
>Evil N proving to Nugget Uzi that she's completely powerless to stop him from doing literally anything he wants to her >N proving his point by picking Uzi up, flipping her upside down & tongue-fucking her anal adapter >Uzi helplessly flailing her stubby limbs as N's long tongue goes as deep down her ass at it can go >Uzi crying in frustrated defeat when N's erect adapter starts poking against her head, tracing a trail of pre-cum as it rubs idly against the drone's face >This continuing until N is too worked up from all the teasing, concluding with him removing his tongue, flipping Uzi back over & actually fucking Uzi's freshly lubricated anal adapter
>>266062 That's the art department, no one is sure what they do. But they keep requesting to see the captured specimens alone without any camera feed...
>>266070 >"AGENT ANON! YOU BETTER NOT BE FAHKING THAT MUTATED DRONE, I SWEAR TO GOD!" >Shouted Anon's supervisor as he pounded on the metal door >After what felt like hours, Anon re-emerged, in his hands several pictures which he turned over to his supervisor >"Relax Boss-man, I'm not doing that stuff on company time, especially with a bug in the room..." >"The Hell are these, pictures for your private collection?" >"Evidence that we're dealing with a class-C mutation, notice how the Drone-casing actually has segments? This isn't a polymer shell, this is chitin, this Drone...if it can even be called that anymore is more insectoid than the last one, it seems to be a constant stream of evolution in this mutations, whatever we're dealing with isn't the result of an overloaded bio-reactor, this is something far worse." >"Enough. You're position in the DRB isn't to spout crackpot theories, your job is to take pictures nothing more and nothing less,. It's the boys down in the labs whose job it is to study these 'defects', not you. Now if you don't mind I'll be holding onto these and I demand you turn over any other copies that you may be holding onto Agent." >"Fine. Take 'em.", said Anon as he begrudgingly emptied his pockets >"Now then, you're dismissed Agent." >As Anon sulked away to the break room for a delicious tube of JCJenson flavored Meat Paste, his boss whispered into a walkie-talkie >"Prepare the specimen for incineration, and put Anon on 'the list', ensure he doesn't overstep his position again."
>>266081 please, to any higher power that are listening, have this thing escape and kill everyone in the labs, including boss man, it’d be so fucking funny
>>266071 >>266082 >>266084 NTA but I don't think it's "seething" from something so bafflingly wrong imo at least, I wouldn't try to bring that B's here tho
>>266088 >>266089 the drama is BACK ON she ATE the fucking BABY next time you see fiend ask her why the FUCK she ate that baby?! She must anser for her crimes
>>266114 Arrow thing >Solver fucking Uzi over to make life happen Keeter >Uzi not realizing that she made new life They are basically half-siblings at least
>>266145 I only got two out before she covered my mouth with her tail, so I'm currently wrapped up in her coils. she fell asleep and honestly this is pretty comfy so I might drift off too. just hope I don't end up as breakfast in bed
Some off thread skibidi toilet spammer or something is beginning to shit on the /co/ thread, so in the meantime I decided to change the channel and relax here where it's comfy and chill
>>266164 It's a hysterectomy; N removed the eldritch meat growth inside Uzi, then it turned out what he removed was a uterus that had baby Akita inside.
>>266177 >Blu was originally going to have Uzi also develop eldritch meat tits she would breastfeed baby Keeter with. Uzi breastfeeding Keeter is canon to the Empress Uzi timeline now.
>>266196 Very ESL of you Uterus = organ which collects blood so fertilized eggs can implant in. Where a baby grows in. The fallopian tubes (which contain eggs) are connected to this Placenta = membrane which forms around a fertilized egg. Developing baby is formed in. Usually delivered during birth (some animals eat this for the calories) The uterus is VERY important to life because it is literally where life begins
>>266238(me) I honestly don't care for it much at all, I am very worried that Dana is about to give Glitch a terrible reputation considering her past experience with Disney
>>266236 The Vickerman has a thing for the number 17, note that, Darkwolf17, 3071, Alice 017, this is no coincidence and there must be some meaning behind it, the number is prominently featured like no other. There are also weird consistencies regarding characters fates depending in their haircolour and hairstyle. All with coloured hair except Uzi die, brown or black hair has a very dangerous life too, blonde hair is immune. There is even more of this, thus the 17 has meaning and has bean given to best girl for a reason
>>266257 What if something life changing happened to Liam when he was 17 years old? That could be a good reason why that number sticks to some people, especially autistic people, take me for example, my "important" number is 4, idk exactly why but it is, funny how things like that work lol XD
>>266238 Yeah, it's definitely just going to be an airing of grievances over Disney not giving The Owl House six seasons and a movie. Cute robot though, even if she's full of bloody blue organs.
>>266267 I checked the comments first, and literally the top comment was someone talking about how this is basically her "payback to disney", eugh, I just hope its just decent or ok
>>266259 It is mine now too >>266261 Perhaps, this could be an explanation tho for me numbers were always dependent on days rather than age, for example 53 was the only ever acceptable round (odd) number, it is somewhat aesthetic inspite of how bulbous it is, 74 is marvelous (was the number if USS John C Stennis which I saw in ROTF when I was five, best ship at the time). The seven (and 12) have always been promoted as lucky numbers to me, (7 is always fine in odd number's endings, 7 doesn't fall into odd=plump) so 17 is, in a certain way, a merge if these two. Add the 0 for fanciness and it's outstanding even without Alicessociaton. Anyway I feel ya with the spoiler too, for me it was 4-14-11-15-17/017, fondness for 4 always remained tho so I understand your choice. Especially the 4 as it is displayed in this text here, not the open-top-slop.
>>266274 My three single digit "lucky" numbers growing up was always 3,5,9 for some reason, and 4 was the most important one so I kept it it's own thing >Not that open-top slop My teachers used to always emphasize drawing the number 4 with the open top, but it never felt... Idk, natural to me or so to speak, glad to hear and now know someone feels the same way kek
>>266279 Is this one of the things you hear if you were inside Liam's mind or naw? >Image I thought it was Liam doing a KISS cosplay for a second there
Watch as the graphic novel not be anything bad but have just enough virtue signaling to get culturewarfaggots like this retard angry. Another anon on /co/ said it best >there will be one panel with an itty-bitty pride flag sticker in it and at least 50% of MD threads made from that point on will be made in bad faith and with that panel as the subject image, i can foresee it already
Mark my words, there will be a big collage of outrage that will be posted at least once a thread. it will have >panels from the comic taken OOC because a character said a political buzzword once > the author’s tweets where he says trans rights or something >screaming reaction images and soyjaks >random shit from the author’s past work like that one page with a trans person in it
I saw a group of drones demonstrating in the park today. they were on the "death to the federation" stuff you hear everywhere so I thought whatever, but then they started chanting "sieg zeon" and now I'm a little concerned
>>266312 wanted to do more, unfortunately drawpile started like an hour before i was getting a minecraft server setup and ended before i woke up this morning.
>>266325 You can scream shit like "Death to the Federation," "Drone supremacy," and "Humans have no rights," and nothing will happen to you, but if you even tell the damn drones to fuck off, the police will arrest you for "racism." For what I fucking fought on this war?
>>266346 I planned on the bulbs just being an aesthetic thing, It would be a cool idea if he malfuntions and all of his bulbs turn red, idk what the green bulbs would mean
>>266343 I'd like him to be a police/security drone that had the DD drone modifications as his standard parts since then it would literally be optimal parts for his purpose. I'd assume all the DD parts existed as some kind of drone's standard model before the solver gave them to all the other DDs
DD that's a former fuckdrone equipped with every sex toy imaginable. any time he tries to swap his hands for weapons he just gets big dildos instead so he's pretty ineffective in a fight but Cyn keeps him around cuz it's funny
>>266355 Then he learns to work around it by making them too crazy to actually be used for sex, like making a dildo bat from saints row. Or making a vibrator with it's vibration set so high it becomes like a jackhammer and pulverizes anything he presses it against.
>>266359 When you hunt worker drones, you're bound to find some feisty ones, his tail never ended up regenerating, instead of leaving it behind, he just strapped it to himself cause its still useful
>>266362 He could communicate in trigrams, every combination of red yellow green could have a meaning behind it. Could have 26 mean the letters and the other 10 mean various whole words.
>>266427 in an restored roman arena, with worker drones watching and cheering for the poor workers drone in the arena (they know it does nothing, it’s entertaining to think the ones below had a chance to survive Eorilla)
>>266450 the adult human rectum can stretch to a volume of about 300 mL before the urge to defecate occurs, but the anus itself, including the anal canal and rectum, can stretch to accommodate objects up to around 7 inches in diameter, looking how big is, he can casually fit 5 masqys
>>266445 someone in my area or someone spoofing to my area must have been doing some fucked up shit, because a couple days ago when I came here on 5G I got a ban message about spamming fucking CP >>266447 they banned me in the past for telling a known threadshitter to stop defending a newly exposed pedophile (there were verified logs of him soliciting a minor) just because he worked for a company said threadshitter liked >>266447 I don't think I'm going to incite anyone to violence as a random anon in a tariff thread on a dying mongolian basket weaving forum >>266451 I wish there was nice nature nearby, I live in the sort of shitty suburban town you pass through on your trip to somewhere worth going and they've cleared out most of the trees. at least I'm not missing any threads I give a shit about. yet.
>>266453 >all the cryopods on copper 9 have a 100% of death >juggernaut is biologically improve >knowing this >jane knocked john out >dragging john’s unconscious body >finding juggernaut >telling him about the cryopods and that the core is about to collapse >juggernaut, not caring about jane and an unconscious john being shoved up his anus >gos along with it >jane rams john in head fight >jane going in feet first so that’s how jane and john survived the core collapses
>The intelligence, when it came back, was not a report, but a taunt. Multiple, poorly drawn marriage invites, dropped at the bunker's airlock system and one drone missing . >The artist had clearly tried to mimic Uzi's edgy drawing style but failed miserably. >The sight of her name, scrawled next to that… that thing's… name, sent a jolt of static through Khan's core. >She was alive. After all of this time. >Grief that had been a constant for him, heavy weight in his core was suddenly replaced by a cold, sharp terror.
>He would go to this façade of a wedding, of course. But he would not go alone. >He assembled a squad of his best workers, armed to the teeth with weapons and spite, and surrounded them with a handful of confused civilian drones. >A wedding party. He knew would this would be a rescue operation. Or a whole massacre.
>The abandoned church on the surface was not as what he remembered it. >The dust was gone, the broken pews set right. It was neatly, hauntingly decorated. >The Flickering candles casted long shadows across the church walls papered with two things. >countless printed pictures of dogs, and Uzi's own angsty, scribbled artwork and other imagery and objects she loved. >It was a shrine to his daughter's memory, curated by a madman.
>And then he saw the centerpiece. >There she is! Uzi. Alive! >She was propped up in a beautiful black and white dress, edgy enough for her liking, wearing a wedding veil so heartbreakingly beautiful it made his optical sensors blur. >His little girl. But the dress ended not in sleeves, but in a empty air. Her arms were partially gone, Her legs were the same. >She was a jewel displayed in a broken setting. >At her side stood N. He was polished, smiling, the very picture of a proud groom. >The sight of that cheery smile, the one he’d seen tear through a hundred drones, including Nori, made Khan’s internal fans whine in fury.
“H-Hi Dad!” Uzi’s voice was a static whisper.
>She tried to offer a smile, but it was a weak, trembling thing. >Her violet eyes, wide and unblinking, it screamed a silent agony that her voice could not. >They were not the eyes of a willing bride. >They were the eyes of a prisoner. >Every protocol, every shred of self-preservation he had, it vanished. >Khan surged forward, his own actuators screaming as he charged the altar. >He would tear N apart with his own bare hands. >A blur of black and yellow. The sound of a nanite-acid blade unsheathing. >The searing heat of it stopped a millimeter from his neck. >Khan froze, the deadly energy of the weapon making the air crackle with intensity
N’s smile never wavered. “I think it would be better for everyone,” the disassembly drone said, his voice a low, pleasant hum that was more terrifying than any scream, “if you stood away…”
>Defeated, Khan slowly backed away, his joints locking with the strain of inaction. He sank onto a hard pew, forced to become an audience to his daughter’s nightmare. >The stolen drone, dressed and trained like a priest to perform ceremonies, recited hollow and shaking words. >Khan didn’t hear them directly. >He only watched, his core freezing over, as the drone who murdered his wife and his other drone kind was pronounced husband to his daughter.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
>N leaned down with a horrifying tenderness. He cradled Uzi’s face in his hands, his thumb stroking her cheekplate with an uppermost care. The kiss began softly, almost reverent. >Then it changed. It became possessive, deeper, sloppier. A faint, helpless shudder ran through Uzi’s torso a shiver of overwhelming, involuntary pleasure that made Khan want to vomit oil. >When N finally pulled away, he was still smiling. He turned his gaze to the small, terrified audience, his optics specially settling on Khan.
“I would like to make a special announcement,” N declared, his voice dripping with false warmth. “For our beloved guests… and for my new father-in-law.”
>His smile twisted into something devious, triumphant in his form. He let his hand slide down, slipping beneath the hem of Uzi’s pristine wedding dress. With a deliberate, theatrical flourish, he lifted the fabric. >The whole ordeal revealed the complex harness of garter belts holding her in place, the lace of soft black lingerie against her bottom chassis. >Above that, a slight but undeniable curve to her abdomen. A pronounced swell to her belly that should not have been there.
“My dear wife is pregnant,” N announced, his voice booming with pride. “We are both awaiting a child.”
>The whole world stopped for a minute >Khan’s entire processing array crashed. System warnings flickered at the edge of his vision, temperature critical, pressure spiking. >If there was a robotic equivalent of a heart attack, this was it. >The loss of Nori had carved him out. This… this was way worse. >This was his daughter, broken and displayed, her body and her future were perverted into a trophy for her murderous captor. >This was a fate far worse than death.
>>266491 you got that mixed up there, it wasn’t you, it was me who got sucked off, thankfully as a laser ditch effort, I face fuck him until he was up chucking up cum
>>266492 If I had a nickle for every Drone prototype thingy that got tossed in the trash, I'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot, but weird that it happened twice. I look forward to this one
>>266515 to my understanding, the humans were purposely making and killing drones to have the solver in them, doing the process of the patch as seen in episode 7, uzi didn’t have the patch, her mother did, so that must have gotten pasted down a little, same thing happened to yeva and doll, only reason as to why doll seemed to be more level headed is because her mother had been patched the longest
>>266045 >>266049 Fuck it I'll write something >Be me >Legally don't exist >Be a glowie at the Drone Reclamation Bureau >Barely passed training >Nervous about my first mission >Be waiting in recreation room >Can't help but look at some of my assigned Drone squadmates >Merely to admire their armor, totally nothing else >One of them suddenly starts talking into a headpiece >Oh_fuck.png >We got our first assignment to investigate sightings of an older model Drone acting strangely >Further mission details inform us to proceed with caution as to not draw anyone to our presence or the public may learn of our existence >More specifically do not be seen by the owner/husband >Figures one of those Drone perverts talked so much about in the headlines, a wonder it isn't illegal in this city yet when it is everywhere else >Couldn't stomach the thought of someone being attracted to a piece of hardware >The Drones glare at me, knowing fully well these mission parameters are mostly meant for me due to my lack of stealth tech...and maybe because they know about the incident that happened in training involving the tossing of a grenade that may or may not have landed only 3 inches away from me >Regardless of the facts the dreaded day had arrived of a first mission (1/3?)
>>266454 >someone in my area or someone spoofing to my area must have been doing some fucked up shit, because a couple days ago when I came here on 5G I got a ban message about spamming fucking CP Unfortunately this sometimes happens, because a lot of those old CP bans never even saw use. The spammers just used a proxy or mobile ip, then never came back. Some day I should get around and remove a bunch of the old unused bans.
>>266526 N will fuck Uzi 24/7 almost non-stop for the entire month, until on the last day the pillbaby starts to crawl out of her vagina, but even then N will not stop and will continue to pound her ass, thereby pushing the baby to come out.
>>266526 Isn't it obvious? >N creates a massive list of horrifically horny things he wants to subject Uzi to >The activity is chosen by spinning a gameshow-styled wheel >Uzi CAN try sparing herself from the chosen result, but only if she can 'convince' (beg) N into doing something else to her
>>266534 Yes, and most often posts short one liners while replying to single posts, like "Heh" "Nah" "Eh" "Joj" etc. I dislike giving temp bans to regulars but you do not say things like wanting to murder your own parents.
>>266522 >Never flown anywhere before until today, felt stomach sick as I boarded a flying car with a prototype stealth fiels generator >It was probably the stealth field looking back, explains why they didn't give me one of those fancy suits like the Drones did >Feel a little strange sitting so close to one of my squadmates specifically L-78 a female Drone >It was odd feeling so warm next to something so cold and yet the way the stealth armor added padding and...curvature made her almost look human >The silence of the long car ride is deafening >Decide to break the silence by chatting up the Drone next to me >"So, how long have you been working here at the D.R.B?" >L-78 turns her head, giving a stare that could pierce the hearts of even the strongest man and replies >"That's classified to your level of security clearance, but know this, we've been through two human handlers already, you're just the new replacement. Don't screw up." >Jeez what a bitch >And yet her displeasure at my presence it sounded real, and her attitude like that of a beast, a war hardened beast to tame with compassion perhaps? >Shake the thought away, refuse to fall for a piece of plastic, refuse to be a hypocrite >Somehow the attempt at relieving the awkward silent tension backfired and made it even more awkward >Finally we come to a stop, the driver turns his head towards us and repeats what we already know before landing behind an apartment complex >Exiting the flying car, the pilot handed me a transponder to use when the mission was completed or if something went wrong to signal them back for pick-up >The Drones stood in perfect formation before me >And then came the silence the silence again >Their gazes facing toward me, waiting for something, but what? >L-78 spoke up >"We're awaiting your orders, 'Handler', the mission can't proceed unless you give us your orders, 'sir'." >Unprepared, spill my spaghetti >"Uhhh......I order you to...give the mission orders?" >Although they didn't do it, L-78 would've probably face-palmed so hard that their fist would go through their face >"Alright, 'sir', our mission is as follows, locate this Drone and if it displays some of the strange behaviors such as refusing to shut-down or disobeying a factory rest code, it is to be either captured or preferably terminated. Your job is to infiltrate the apartment and find the associated room to a Mr. Aberdeen Klien the 'husband'. Is that understood or would you prefer if I use a smaller sentence 'sir'?" >Return a nod in complete understanding...asshole >Turning her back to me, L-78 began communicating with the rest of the squad >The Drones incredibly coordinated and tactical began relying orders to eachother with merely hand signals >Most of which weren't understandable to me, but judging from the one that looked like a duck and their snickering, they were making fun of me >And then as if they were never there, they vanished entirely, the only evidence was the rippling of water underneath invisible footprints >Straightening my tie, I made my way inside the apartment complex ready to play the part of a masterfully crafted disguise >"Hello, I am Guy Incognito, may I perhaps know the room of Mr. Aberdeen?" >The receptionist who was thankfully smoking some medicinal herbs, gave me a glazed over look before pointing to the wall of mailboxes behind him >His oily finger tapped the room number 126, before it returned to his bag of Grease-O's oil-filled snacks >Heading up the stairs a strange feeling of unease washed over me >This feeling only increased as I approached room 126, the smell of what could only be described as a that of sunbaked turd filled the air >Upon closer inspection the door was not only already open, but someone or something was home judging by the sound of rattling pans and other cookware >Gently my hand pushed against the door to reveal... (2/3)
>>266538 (me) Well, that was droneanon. I don't know why he left such a weird post without context, but I hope BlackHand approves his appeal, because it's not so bad after all.
>>266544 >>266545 I assume it was in relation to other posts about school starting again, complaining about this and making such posts about his mother fit. I can't prove anything but I feel strongly this is what happened
Doll has been wearing Yeva's choker on her left wrist all along, it should have been obvious since Uzi took it in 3 but we can see it here already, if she doesn't have it in the pilot then it proves Yeva was killed by V in 1 (that's pretty clear anyways but still)
>>266555 alternatively, call up archangel micheal, he was the one who was able to cast satan out of heaven with one move, he is literally that guy, gabriel could never compete, archangel micheal never sleep, he’ll be watching over you
>>266569 >Anon is detained with a brown patch staining the back of his pants. >And by detained, I mean pushed out of a window. >His funko pop smuggling days were over.
>>266566 The male drones and the female drones differ only in their damn wigs and removable sex adapters, so it's still a question of which of us is the real faggot, the traitorous scum.
>>266577 >"Nori? Honey? You okay over there?" >"J-... just give me a moment, sexy..." [gross crying] >on the other side of Outpost 3, V starts feeling like something's crawling up her back and weighing on her neck >there's nothing there, but...
>>266543 >A Drone dressed in flowery dress like one a woman from the 1960's would wear stood with her back turned to me as she slaved over a stove >"Is your...owner home?" >No reply, just the sounds of something slimey and chunky mixing in a pot filled the room >Changing my tune, I shouted back harshly and as demanding as I could manage >"Hey! Machine slave! A human is talking to you, reply!" >Still nothing, now it was the sound of humming, a strange song something an old computer would sing now mixed with the gross noises of the pot >Taking a stepback, I tried something stupid >Knocking against the door, I proclaimed >"Knock-knock! Somebody's at the door!" >Finally a response >"Oh my, a guest? And dinner isn't even ready yet, silly me, please let yourself in and take a seat at the table while you wait." >A chipper voice replied >Reluctantly I entered the apartment fully, heading towards the dinning table, a fancy wooden table too fancy for my liking >And yet even from my position at the table, the contents of the pot remained unseen as the Worker Drone's body blocked all view of it >Taking a glance around the apartment all of the furniture was ridiculously fancy in fact >Curious about the fanciness of the room as it was contained inside of an incredibly cheap complex, I spoke >"Your owner, Mr. Aberdeen? What does he do for a living?" >The WD not leaving it's position from the pot let alone looking at me, replied >"Owner? Oh! You must mean my husband, my deliciously sweet husband. He's a JCJenson technician, good ol' JCJenson why you know dearie, that's were I came from, no doubt about it." >Something about that voice was wrong, it was like someone painting a smiley face over a rotting corpse levels of wrong >Wanting to just get this job done, I asked the important question >"Is your husband coming home soon?" >The sound of a mixing pot stopped, a wooden spoon clanged against the side of the pot >"What do you mean, dear? He's been home the entire time, in fact he's been closer than you think." (3/4?)
>>266580 >Turning it's gaze toward me, it was clear that this was no regular Worker Drone, half of its face was visibly melting, strange fleshy roots were sprouting outwards like pus from an infected wound >My body tensed up, a fight or flight instinct began to kick in, slowly I reached for the weapon in my pocket or what was assumed to be one >"Dinner is ready dearie, I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable dining experience." >The abomination approached, my hands slowly raising the weapon out of my lap, but then confusion overwhelmed me >Placed upon my plate was not the flesh of man, but instead macaroni & cheese, with chunks of ground beef mixed in >"It's my husband's favorite, apologies it took so long." >And with that she went over to the TV and began vacuuming the carpet as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing was the matter, as if she was...normal >Instinctively and full of revulsion I loudly spoke >"Dear god, what the Hell happened to your face!?" >The vacuum stopped, she stood still, her trembling hands raised up to touch her face >And then a mixture of fear and shame overwhelmed her as she replied in all too human sounding voice >"I-I...I'm fine, dearie. Just a small defect, an easily fixable one, my husband, he's a technician, he's worked with worse, he'll be home soon, he will fix me, no need to worry yourself, just enjoy the meal I made, please." >Even more alarms raised in my was as she uttered the words, home soon, I had to press further >"Didn't you say your husband was already home? Where is he? Where is he really? Tell me now." >She was now shaking entirely, like a beaten dog, she fell to her knees, a foul secretion came from her flesh covered half, like that of tears >"Please...just go...why can't you people just leave me in peace? I haven't done anything wrong, he'll fix this, he always fixes things, he always toughs through things, he'll be okay, he is okay, he's still here, he still breathing, he's still...." >Her gaze turned towards the open closet near the TV, from where I could not see properly >>A part of me wanted to just enjoy the meal, just to ignore it, but I couldn't, I had mission to complete and so I investigated >Closer I could now see what I had missed before, within the darkness of a closet, a body, the body of Mr. Aberdeen and upon his forehead was a large hole >"I tried to tell him, I tried to tell him that I was fixable, he wouldn't believe me, I-I...I had no choice, but to put him to sleep so he could relax!? See his not dead? He's just resting!" >Chanting over and over again, she began to stand-up, a sharp bone-like appendage protruded from her palm >"HE'S JUST RESTING! HE'S JUST RESTING! HE'S JUST REST-" >Running on adrenaline I fired my weapon into the creature, unfortunately for me, it wasn't a lethal device >Electrical charges fired into her body causing her to contort violently upon the ground like a fish on the deck of a boat >Something about it, my eyes just couldn't help, but stay in place and continue to stare, stare at suffering before me >All at once my squad appeared around me, decloaking >"Good work Handler, you didn't die on your first mission." >L-78 crouched down, inspecting the subdued mutant >"This won't do. We have plenty enough of these ones in holding, this won't provide us with sufficient data." >From her side L-78 removed a pistol gesturing it towards me >"Terminate this thing and we can call this mission a success, sir." >My hands trembled as I gripped the pistol >As I looked into the mutants eyes, I could see it's fear, it's fear of death >"Don't tell me you're feeling regrets, 'sir'. If you won't do the job then I'll do it. The last thing the D.R.B needs is someone who grew a conscious." >My eyes drifted to L-78 as words that I never once imagined saying left my mouth >"This....isn't right. She's alive, she's alive just like you or me, can't we just capture her?" >L-78 with strength unknowst me, gripped the pistol from my hand >"Did you hit your head, 'sir'? I am a machine, I am NOT alive, and like a machine I fulfill my orders to the letter." >Her hands unwavering, pulled the trigger, 8 shots rang out until the mutant made no more sound >"I'll be filing a report about this, 'sir'." >Said L-78 before she and the rest of her squad cloaked again, vanishing from sight, leaving me fully alone with my thoughts (4/4)
When I became a Liquidator a massive solver flesh polyp bit my leg and fled into the sea from the sewers I had to get my leg amputated to stop the infection from spreading Now I have a murder drone leg as a prosthetic and that God damned MONSTER is still out there in the ocean growing I won't stop trying to find it, my Ivory leg compels me, it is my white whale
>>266594 >NTA It's not biting into the ice-cream, you just kinda put your mouth on it and eat it with your lips and tongue. Not lick it, that's gross and leaves a mess
>>266607 >the sharty's favorite character is the self-loathing japanese girl that larps as a native dutch Do you think Mymy would be Akita's favourite zellig as well?, you know, with her ''I AM A DRONE I AM A DRONE!!!'' thing.
>>266612 goes into effect monday. hope there aren't any texas anons round these parts, otherwise you might get charged with a felony just for opening picrel
Yeah, um, I'll have... uh... can I get some M greens? With romantic development? And maybe even, uh... a little humor on the side? >That brings your total to $42.78. Does the toy still come with the meal? >Yes. Nice. >Would you like to round up for charity? Nah, fuck them kids lol. >Here's your receipt, sir. Your M greens will be ready in three to four business months.
>>266610 Definitely, it seems ongezellig fans either prefer Maya (in a 'literally me' way) or Mymy. I hate how the sharty attached itself to Ongezellig to such a degree Massa straight up abandoned it
>>266623 They haven't, the law criminalizes any concerted attempt to realistically depict minors. This means basically nothing except some sick shit like what Shadman was doing drawing recognizable depictions of real people's kids. The only people who would get punished for this are probably a 99% crossover with the kinds of people who are also going to get nailed for real CSAM as well.
>>266630 Then it's based, might decrease some of the gooning about (((lolis))) and (((shotas))) or whatever other BS gooners call what are essentially kids. Even that recent robot thread on /co/ had gooners drooling over how he found the 'toddlerchubiness' of some character hot, if the law makes them break the law and let's them be charged for this shit then it's a good thing
>want to write >have no motivation because sick + allergies >sinuses give me migraines while trying to explode my skull >can barely force myself to ttpe this up on my pc in a pitch black room with sun glasses on
>>266634 I swear that one line from N did more damage to the show than anything else. It doesn't even make fucking sense, N would be an older adult by the time of Murder Drones due to the Earth invasion scene
>>266643 >NTA Don't like that last part, but yeah I feel like it was mostly a figure of speech anyways. ALSO THEY'RE ALL CANONICALLY YOUNG ADULTS. I know this is stolen from reddit, but here is the ages of UZIS MISSING CLASSMATES. Her CLASSMATES.
>uzi - bot lane, flames her support when she dies going all in on two full health players under a tower >n - uzi's support bitch >v - jungler that pulls disgusting ganks and steals enemy jungle >j - mid lane, constantly gets her shit pushed in >doll - top lane, always pushes
>>266638 How would this law being removed change anything at all in terms of freedomloss? The American people can't decide shit about what they give to whom, they'll always have to cede more and more freedoms at faster or slower pace under red or blue, so I won't shed tears over a law banning what is essentialy a way to depict CP as drawings. Picking this as a hill to die on is retarded
>>266683 No Anon. It is not funny. You need serious mental help, this is not healthy. What would your family think if they knew? Would GamGam approve of what you jerk it too? Would whatever deity you worship approve? Even if you're an atheist would you take the chance? What if you died and God pulled up your porn history and flashed your ancestors with it, the very same ancestors you'll have to spend eternity with bro. That ain't cool bro. Seriously though can the thread literally talk about anything else? Like the greens? I liked the SD-U-U one. Kind of like the idea of the D.R.B but feel like it needs tweaking
>>266666 >The drone cops show up, oh fuck >"Knew we had a creep around here." >They grab Akita >"Really thought you could trick this XX-year-old?" >"W-wait, it's fine! I'm in my early 400s!" she protests, but to no avail as she's dragged away >One of the officers stays behind to make sure you're alright
>>266634 N and V are way older than the core collapse, they could have been 21 at the very youngest, idk how Liam couldn't foresee how damaging this would be or what he even intended there, there was no joke, it doesn't make any sense in universe idgi
>board turns gayer >outrage over >>266630 >>266631 >law criminalizes any concerted attempt to realistically depict minors >this is 1984 for gooners like clockwork
>>266697 Keeter a cute, yes. I know what you are etc. The real funny thing is anons acting like there haven't been 'uoh', 'brat correction', and 'TOT' posting before
This thread feels like there was at one point 30 Anons here, but then it turned into 7 that are now circlejerking and arguing with eachother. Not being a doomer, just an observation probably happened because it's late?
>>266717 There's at least 20 people here, not everytime but over 3 days. I made a strawpoll recently that sat at currently 40 votes, it got iirc 15-20 votes in surges in the combined reposts on plus, the posts on co drew in more voters but that's inevitable due to high traffic on 4chan. Also mind many people use both sites, if I had to guess I'd say we have between 25-40 different people here posting at least once a month.
Alright Anon. >(You) must protect one Oogi for as long as you are alive >This Oogi can't be harmed in any way possible, you can't hurt it's feelings, you can't drug it, etc.... >In exchange, you gain 200 dollars for every week this Oogi makes it through unharmed >If the Oogi is killed you lose 30 billion of your own money >If another Oogi randomly appears (You) must also protect this one, the amount of money (You) earn for keeping them safe doubles Do (You) accept this deal?
>>266730 >NTA I'm unsure if it's safe for UK anons due to the amount of smut posted here in the main thread. Honestly this is the one case I'd agree with the Anon from earlier about a separate thread purely for lewds, just so we don't lose any Anons.
Alright so the Oogi didn't work out, got a better deal for you >(You) are given the power to hijack the mind of any Drone you please and they must obey your commands fully >However, you will be plagued with extremely vivid dreams from their point of view of all the things you subjected them too, this also includes feeling what they feel Do (You) accept?
>>266732 Man I sure do hope Liam finds true love with a woman 10 years his senior, Inspiring him to make a new show with a Mature Vickers girl and an early 20's male protagonist. Do we have any OC drone mommies and dadas?
>>266732 LOLOLOL, okie dokie but for the record I actually also have an affinity for women who are almost twice my age, let's take your mom for example XD
>>266755 >>266762 Looking at how many fingers she crosses herself with, I think she's Orthodox. After I noticed that I felt pretty validated giving her an Armenian last name in my greens.
>Gazelle (The Black Sheep Shepherd), is a mutant born from the horrors of the post-apocalyptic solver war. >She was an ordinary unremarkable middle-class Christian girl, she was seen as a disgrace and scorned by her family and overshadowed by the success of her siblings. >She was called the “black sheep” even before the mutation.
>When the transformation struck, Gazelle mutated into a black goat while her family degraded into the lowest form of mindless and fleshy mutants. >Though they no longer possess any form of cognition, her family remains attached to her. >Their voices release a warped fragments of old accusations, looping endlessly a broken record in her mind.
>To any normal survivors who see her wander the wastelands, Gazelle looks like a shepherd guiding her herd of monsters. So they attack her mercilessly causing her to flee. >In truth, she is their reluctant guardian, after all aren’t they still family in their mutated blood?
>She was blamed for every misfortune, cast as the scapegoat of her household. Now, even in mutation, that blame still lingers.
>Gazelle is accused without end—“It’s all your fault.” She resents it, yet she cannot abandon them, her steps bound by a mix of guilt and grim duty.
>Over time she has come to believe their accusations as truth, carrying the guilt with quiet resignation:
>“They’re right. It’s my fault. I should never have been born.”
Do you guys remember this one ? >>249037 >You begin the next day a bit early >You expect to need to explain a bit to your new “employees” while they settle into their new roles >Well, mostly Alex he needs to get familiar with the store front rather quick if you want this venture to work >G shouldn’t need instructing to start prowling the premises for rogue workers, she’s a dissembler her programming should push her toward that sort of behavior >Especially with the jailbroken OS you got running on her >The guy you got it from said it’s some sort of hack of an OS made for eastern assassin bots, translated to English and adapted for drones >Or at least that’s how you understood the forum post he made, it was written in pretty broken English, the OP must have been from Japan or something >Whatever, it works and it made waiting 2 weeks to get your account approved on the forum worth it >Once you make your way to the shop you’re welcomed by a pleasant surprise >Alex is in the kitchen and it looks like he’s making breakfast >“Anon, you’re awake already!? The food will be done soon, take a seat in the meantime I’ll get you something to drink” >You sit down at the table, you’re quite overwhelmed… but you’re not going to complain >And the food, man it smells nice >After a while Alex places two cups on the table >One with tea and another with coffee >“I didn’t know what you’d want so I made both for you” >That’s considerate >You begin sipping away at the drinks and reach for a TV remote with your other hand >The kitchen is as close as it gets to the living room in this building so you mounted a TV on one of the walls >While you mindlessly flip through the channels you ask Alex where’s G >“Oh, she’s… still asleep in her charging bay and snoring loudly, should I have woken her? I think she wouldn’t have liked that” >You shrug, you’ll wake her up yourself once you eat >Speaking of eating, the food is ready >Alex is holding a big stack of pancakes, and there’s even bacon on the side >You didn’t even know you had ingredients for that >Your mouth begins to salivate as Alex brings the plate over to you >For the last 6 months you’ve been eating takeout and whatever slop you could make yourself in the kitchen in 10 minutes >This is the first meal you eat that’s made from more than three ingredients or that doesn’t have polystyrene in it in quite some time >At first you try to stop yourself from devouring it like a ravenous beast >But your resolve for that quickly fades >The pancakes disappear in minutes >The taste is like heaven touching your tongue >You come to your senses and stop licking the plate once you notice Alex standing next to you >You make eye contact with him for a while, trying to come up with an excuse why you’re acting like a pig >“So, um… Did you like the food Anon?” >Yes, you did enjoy the food >But you’re as far from a food critic as they get >Still Alex looks mighty satisfied and relieved once you tell him you liked the food >Oh and it’s time for the morning news, neato >After a while of listening to the news things are a lot less neato >Apparently your shop wasn’t the only place the rogue workers were hitting >There has been a wave of drone-related crime this week >200 separate counts of people being kidnapped by drones and forced to raise them up and pat their heads >100 counts of sexual assault committed by drones, in 40% of cases the victim was found nearly dead due to dehydration >The main story was about a drone who broke into a house, disguised herself as the owner’s maid drone, and kept him in the basement for over two weeks while performing acts upon him that are too numerous to list >As of now, JCJ has given no comment on the unfolding situation >You take a sip of your beverage and contemplate things for a while >This is gonna be bad for business >You hope that JCJ will be able to astroturf and shill its way out of this one >Otherwise drone repairs and drone accessories won’t be in demand for much longer >Well nothing you can really do about it >You move into the shop with Alex
>>266802 >It’s time to teach him the ropes of customer service >You don’t really do that much >Drones were made for stuff like this so he already has information on how to best manipulate… serve the customers >The only things you had to tell him were where things are located in the store and that if a customer wants something repaired he should call you over >With this out of the way, it’s time to see why your security guard hasn’t made her way downstairs yet >You make your way up the stairs and knock on the attic door >No response >You call out to G >Still no response >You open the door and look at the two charging bays >It’s just like Alex said, G’s still in sleep mode and her snoring is quite loud >You attempt to wake her up, but once you place your hands on her shoulders so that you can shake her she wraps her arms around your torso >Before you can properly react you fall to the ground and find yourself in G’s embrace >You try to break free but the dissembler’s grip is too strong >You try yelling at her to wake her up >This has no effect >Her arms tighten around you as she squeezes through her slumber >Oh you can feel this one in your ribs, and it’s making it hard to breathe >You begin calling out to Alex for help, but after a while G cuts that short >And in what way >Her mouth meets yours, muffling your voice >Soon after you feel something worm its way behind your teeth >It’s G’s tongue >It’s long and made from soft polymers, its surface covered in thick artificial saliva >Drone tongues are quite dexterous, almost prehensile and with its length she could force it down your throat and make you suffocate even faster >Thankfully that doesn’t happen >In her slumber she wraps her tentacle-like tongue around your normal human one, making it impossible for you to make any noise other than quiet wailing >You scramble to free yourself or to at least make enough commotion to wake G >You push with all your might but G’s grasp is strong, even stronger is her sleep which goes unbroken despite your best efforts >You begin to feel lightheaded and your vision darkens, your lungs feel as if they were on fire >You begin to panic >Thankfully a ray of hope appears >The attic door creaks as Alex opens it >“Hey Anon you were taking long and I heard some noise…” >The pause is probably him noticing you on the ground with G >“OH, I SEE YOU TWO ARE BUSY… I’LL JUST GO…” >No no no wait don’t >With the remaining strength you have you raise one of your hands just enough so that he can see it and begin to flail it desperately >With what little remains in your lungs you begin trying to scream >Thankfully this is enough racket for Alex to notice you need help >You can hear his footsteps getting closer alongside his panicked shrieks >Alas, your body begins to go limp, your vision fades >But before the darkness consumes you completely you begin to feel the tightness around your chest and the blockage in your mouth disappear >Your body begins to impulsively draw breath >Your lungs no longer feel like they’re on fire >Light returns to your eyes >No, wait your lungs burn again and you feel something in your throat >Before you know it you’re sitting up and alternating between wheezing and vomiting >After a while you feel better >You look at the puddle you left on the floor >It’s a mixture of yours and G’s spit alongside other fluids from your windpipe and lungs, there’s even a little blood >You sit on the floor for a moment, trying to steady your breathing and calm down >Once you manage to ease up a bit you notice your two drones standing over you, both look scared shitless >G is the first one to break the silence >“Anon, I’m so, so sorry! I was still in sleep mode and…” >She pauses, her screen lights up with blush lines and she begins to avoid eye contact >“Well… I had a really good dream…” >Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper >She fixates her gaze on you >After a while she kneels down and attempts to hug you >Once her arms get closer to you, you reflexively move away from her
>>266803 >The moment you move, she freezes, her eyes hollow and you can hear a quiet whimper leave her mouth >You begin to get up, Alex quickly comes over to you to help >When you’re on your feet, G tries talking with you again >“Anon, I’m very sorry! I really didn’t mean to do any of that, I’m sorry I may have stayed up a little late yesterday to climb ranked solo queue but I promise this won’t happen again Anon I’ sorr…” Her prolonged apology goes on for quite a while >G is barely audible, she’s constantly sobbing and stumbling over her own tongue >Her digital waterworks are doing overtime as her screen flows with various teardrop emoticons >This sorry sight makes you feel guilty for being angry at her >Or rather would make you feel guilty were you angry at her >Ok, maybe you are just a tiny bit mad at her, but nothing serious >Besides accidents happen, DDs are easy to excite even in sleep mode, she’s only been online for like 16 hours >And even if you were mad enough to do something what would that something even be >Scrap her >Hell no, she cost you an arm and a leg >Return her >JCJ customer service is top tier™ and would have you running in the call center ringer long enough for you to die of old age >Have her stand outside with one of those portable arrow signs with an ad for your business as a humiliation ritual >Nah, she’d get in trouble and you still need security >Speaking of your business, shouldn’t you be opening around now >You check your watch >Yeah, fuck, a minute till 9 o’clock >You tell G that you’ll finish talking with her later and that she should get to work for now >“Anon, you’re sure we can’t…” >You don’t hear her finish, you grabbed Alex and rushed down to the store with him >At first you man the register along with Alex to make sure he has the hang of things >He performs admirably and so once the first repair order comes in you leave him alone >The repair is simple, a drone from a zoo lost one of her arms while feeding the lions >The procedure takes about half an hour but after all is said and done the customer and the drone leave both happy >The little worker does look satisfied to have its appendage back >Now that you think about it, whenever you do repair work on a drone they leave with a rather satisfied smile >Maybe you’re just that good at your job
That's it for now, I hoped to write more and get inspired to write more of the Y wireplay one but lifes been a bit rough, not sure if I will be able to write any time soon, my friend's grandpa died and he wants to go on a drunken bender, I will not refusse him, he is like a brother to me
>>266811 B-but I already said that jet fuel can't melt steel beams! And ever since that one weird lady who I've never seen before who is conviniently into all the same hobbies as me has been trying to get closer to me