/md/ - Murder Drones

>>2707
That would be lovely to see, Friend.

post the funy plush dancing

>>2713
lol ty :3

What if....N was your brother? Like what would you do? If he was your little brother?
No you're not a Drone either, your just like a regular human dude and your dads a human too no one aside from you seems to question it and if you do you get weird glares like your the crazy one

>>2715
fly

>>2716
You would use him for travel purposes?

>>2717
it be a bonding experience

bugretta, i am going into battle and i need your strongest oogis

>>2719
"Ooo"

>>2722
powerful, agile, indomitable...... thank you bug

>>2723
Thanks

>>2726
another fun learning activity for kids: learn about genocide through watching oogis kill eachother!

>>2731
>dronocaust
Anudda Droah?

>Writing green, just started writing
>Get to the fun part after almost reaching it yesterday
>Get a message
>"Hey, we should do the work for tomorrow"
>What
>Start doing the work for uni
>Still doing it, just taking a 5-minute tea break
So, how's your evening doing Anons?

>>2733
jewzi

>>2740
Friend, you are kind of getting me worried here, having dependents on the feeling of happiness is not the best for mental health, and I'm really worried about your mental health.
I hope I see it! And it's nothing, anyone could've make it.

>>2742
where does his gray goo come from
the stuff that reconstructs himself

i need to know where to aim first

>>2744
that grey goo stuff comes from his heart/core (meaning his heart is the only thing he can’t regenerate), using energy processed by his oil absorption tract :]
don’t hurt him…

>>2748
*mentally hurts him by saying he sucks and my n is better*

>>2734
I'm also trying to write. But I'm running into problems in that I don't know what to do for the big central 'thing' that's gonna happen

>>2752
I recommend to write any idea you think, and then see what works best, if you have no ideas, watch some media, read some books, hear some stories.

>>2523
>4 business days later, a JCJ-labeled crate is left at your doorstep
>Dragging it in, you pop it open
>There, huddled in the cushioned interior, is your new Bond Drone!
>She looks just like a normal Worker Drone, aside from her neat black hair
>Not wanting your friend to walk around in the robot nude, you bought a hoodie and sweatpants for her, which felt fitting for the kind of laid-back buddy you wanted
>The owner's manual says "To activate your Bond Drone, hold either hand tightly with your dominant hand for 10 seconds, and prepare to have your life changed forever!"
>Aww, handholding to start? What a cute design choice
>You shuffle the little drone out of her box, sit her in a chair, and commence handholding
>Her visor flickers on, and the diamond on her chest displays a red heart
>The hand you're holding grips yours back, and her other hand reaches over to clasp over it, as her red eyes stare into your soul
>"HANDPRINT REGISTERED" appears on her visor
>"Hi, Anon! I read all about you on the trip here, and I'm ready to be your new best friend!" she says in a rehearsed tone
>That was probably a Bond Drone's company-mandated greeting
>"Well, welcome to my humble home. I got some clothes for you," you say, pointing at where they were folded up
>"Oh, thank you so much! I'll put them on right now!"
>She breaks her grip on your hand to get dressed, and as she does, you look at the owner's manual
>"Remember to name your Bond Drone early!"
>Oh, shit, you weren't good with names, but there was a list of example names to use, at least
>Buddy, Pal, Chum- these names sucked, nevermind
>Shit, she's almost finished dressing, think of something, anything
>"Melody," you say out loud
>"Huh?" says the now fully-clothed drone
>"That's your new name. That's fine, right?"
>"Ooh, it's a pretty name... but what about Anonette?"
>"Uh, that seems a little..."
>"Just a joke! Melody's beautiful. Thank you, Anon."
>She walks up and gives you a hug, and you give her a shoulder pat back
>Maybe she was a little handsy, but you were a sad, touch-starved individual, so it worked out
>You should have picked a better name, though

>>2748
He's a DD. He has to die.

>>2740
I know there are 2 Alice AI cards. Did you make one yourself or used one of the 2 available.

>>2757
SHORT

>>2754
>"Ooh, it's a pretty name... but what about Anonette?"
She totally meant that as a joke. By the way, how does Mrs. Anon sound to him?

>>2734
Doing another editing pass on the long-delayed next chapter of my fic.
Also working on a drawing of WD N projecting an injured WD V.
Also doing a few revisions to an old Alice drawing.

>>2757
They are taking about how much they love each other

>>2762
I can't pinpoint who exactly are you, can you pass that fic of yours?

>>2764
NTA but I have a feeling it might be Painful Cuddles.

>>2765
And I thought DolliN guy, PC anon I haven't seen him in a while

>>2767
it aint sex if the helmets come off

>>2757
Aww, that's adorable anon.

>>2767
Good thing they got protection. Nice lighting.

>>2769
She can be adorable some times

>>2769
Great work Friend!

>>2769
She looks like she turns people into books

>>2754
>The owner's manual suggests you spend your first few days as you normally do, to settle your new friend into your routines
>So, you play a bit of Bannerlord If It Was Good, an ancient game with a weird name
>Melody watches your attempt at a rebellion against Vlandia fail miserably, despite your best efforts
>You offer to let her play when you're not using the computer, and she gladly accepts
>Today's dinner is reheated microwave lasagna from yesterday, which your new friend seems to be a little upset by
>"I could cook for you, Anon."
>"Is that part of the best friend package?" you joke
>"Of course! Your health is a priority to me, Anon. Freshly cooked meals will make you a lot happier."
>It sounded good to you, so you agreed
>The next day, you drag yourself out of bed and prepare to work your soul-crushing job, returning to a much cleaner house and a happy drone
>The manual said you should show lots of affection, especially after periods of separation, so you fight past the urge to auto-pilot to your bed, and instead hug Melody
>She's entirely receptive, and it takes a little effort on your part to free yourself from her grip
>"I'm gonna go lay down and recover, you can... do whatever, alright?"
>"Sure, Anon. Sounds like you have a stressful job..."
>She didn't know the half of it
>"That just means I'll have to do more for you!" she concludes
>She brings you dinner in bed, watching you eat what she cooked
>You're surprised at how good chicken breast and rice can taste when it's cooked by someone who cares
>Once you've finished eating, she leaves with the dishes, then returns and loads up her own Bannerlord (If It Was Good) file, asking you about your day at work as she does
>You tell her all about your job and how you hate it, but that it pays the bills and there's some hope of promotion
>You watch as she intercepts a Vlandian lord's party, defeats them decisively, then executes the lord without hesitation
>"People don't like you killing lords like that, Melody."
>"Really? That explains how they've been acting."
>Wait, how many has she killed so far?
>"There's ways to deal with them other than chopping heads off."
>You give Melody a crash course on how to handle enemy lords as you lay there and watch her work, drifting to sleep
>She's really got something against that one faction in particular, she hasn't even touched the rest of the map

>You run your hands down the rubber part of Beretta's back as you rythmically squeeze.
>She was a bit hesitant when you asked her to massage her but she agreed after you told her it wouldn't hurt.
>The only area you could really try to massage was her back from the shoulder blades below because of the rubbery material her back and abdomen are made of.
>So you started where her spine begins, near the shoulder blades by the sharp triangle shape where the soft 'tissue' begins.
>You ask her if she's okay and if it's feeling alright. She tells you that it doesn't hurt and that's very enjoyable.
>She says the humanly warmth of your hands feel great.
>The rubbery material is not too soft and not too rigid, somewhere in between like newtonian fluid.
>As you move down you hear her breathe as her cooling fans get slightly faster.
>You near down her pelvis and squeeze---
>The moment you do that she cries out and immediately stop.

"Hey, uh, did that hurt?"

>She pushes herself up with her arms and looks back at you, scanline blushes on her visor.

>"N-No..."

"Are you sure? Should I stop?"

>She flops back down on the bed nestling her arms by her sides.

>"Just keep going, dummy..."

>Well if there's no problem, might as well continue.
>Besides, she's enjoying this a bit too much but who are you to judge?
>You love Beretta with all your heart after all.

>>2776
Let her play a few rounds and show her the ropes, Melody will grow accustomed in no time

>>2776
>>2779
two wholesome /hmofd/ greens. Thank you.

>>2776
>Weeks pass with you and Melody as best friends, and it's been going well
>You feel more energetic, and although work still sucks, you're headed for a promotion where you'll do less and get paid more
>Melody gets regular hugs for helping you
>You kissed her on the forehead once, but that made her reboot, maybe you went too far
>And the biggest change of all...
>"Big day, Melody, I'm going out on a date."
>You'd met a girl who was into you
>"A... date? That's great, Anon."
>"Yeah, you've been a great friend. I was probably going to die alone."
>Melody nods slowly, not saying anything as you dress up and leave
>Her best friend was happy, that was good, and yet...
>She paced the house, conflicting thoughts going through her databanks
>She was his BEST friend, she would always be there for him
>If he spent time with a girl, would she be forgotten?
>Why did Anon need someone other than her? Was she not doing enough?

>You return from your date, feeling like a million bucks
>Melody's there at the door to meet you, her smile not as wide as usual
>"The date went great, I think we've got a lot in common. We don't share all the same interests, but that's fine, you know?"
>"Oh, good, Anon. So you two... get along well."
>"So far. You're still my friend, Melody, don't worry. But a guy has needs, you know?"
>"I can satisfy whatever needs you have," Melody insists, and you hold up your hands
>"These ones would be, uh... not for a best friend."
>Melody tilts her head at that
>You guess she wouldn't get it, being a drone and all
>"How about dinner? Or... did you eat already?"
>"We did, but your cooking tastes better than restaurant food at this point."
>"I make everything with love, Anon!"
>"Oh, did you know Holly can cook, too? I haven't tried hers yet, but maybe she's just as good as you."
>Melody's screen goes blank for a second
>"Maybe."

>>2757
Teaching her daughter manor etiquette

>>2783
>The next morning, while making breakfast, Melody plots
>Today, she'd give Anon a double helping of her affection
>Leaning over the frying pan, she opens her mouth, saliva trickling off her tongue and drizzling into the omelet she's cooking
>No matter how much Anon asked, she'd never give away her special ingredient
>"It's a corporate secret", was all she'd say
>"Of course they'd keep something that good secret", he'd reply
>Her food was great, he loved it
>So why did he want someone else to cook for him? To live with him?
>She came to the conclusion that it wasn't her fault, Anon was simply confused
>This Holly woman had gotten into his head, and if she continued, she'd take him away
>She couldn't do that.
>One way or another, Holly would have to leave the picture
>Then, with her gone, Anon would see just how much Melody did for him
>He'd understand her feelings, understand what it truly meant to be best friends forever
>She only needed the right opening

>>2767
I love helmets, tho wish there a Tessa model for porn

>>2785
She's gonna rape poor Anon, isn't she?

>>2789
>NTA
Me likey

>>2779
Someone on the /trash/ thread mentioned Beretta's anon being a bodybuilder muscular guy and now I can't get the image of Beretta's anon being a 6'3 tall guy with ripped muscles who can do hundreds of pushups, pullups and stomach cruches.

>>2791
>>2793
Holy shit, Mini Y

>>2793
Emily must either be proud of Beretta or jealous

>>2795
Most likely very VERY jealous.

>>2796
Finally the story arc we were waiting for. Beretta now has an arch enemy

>>2798
I don't think Emily would really be confrontational, she'd just be extremely passive aggressive

>>2793
I wonder he look like captain Rex

>>2800
The only thing he'd have in common is being bald, he is an Anon after all so he'd have no face or a question mark and maybe his skin is green or snow white

>>2799
>"Hey Beretta, aren't you a little...small for him?"
>Meanwhile in Emily's CPU...
>"FUCKING BITCH WHY DOES SHE GET A MUSCULAR ATHLETIC STUD AND NOT ME?! SHE'S JUST A BUNCH OF TUBES, I HAVE SEXY TUBES WHY WONT HE NOTICE ME?! WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

>>2797
I want to see a genderbent version of this

>>2804
Technically isn't every Anon in the greentext a clone. They're all literally the same even in alternate universes. The question is who is the original Anon that all Anons were cloned from?

>>2805
All Anons are literally me

>>2805
So Sophie Jamie and toby are modified clones?

>>2805
An elder being that writes the fates of many upon their scroll of green text

>>2802
>SHE'S JUST A BUNCH OF TUBES, I HAVE SEXY TUBES WHY WONT HE NOTICE ME?!
KEK

>>2802
Beretta knows she's small for him, but that's what makes it even more fun for both of them

>>2805
Probably Christopher M00T he the original

>>2812
>Anon & Beretta
Paladin And His Shortstack | comic by baalbuddy

>>2814
And still Uzi is still malding that her daughter hooked up with a human while Beretta ignores her as she's snuggled herself in Anon's toned arms as he carries her in a bridal carry. If her mom doesn't care and show affection to her then at least someone who cares for her does even if they're a different species.

>>2818
>>2819
Hivemind

>>2756
I think I used a different system entirely, I just used character ai for now since it seemed the easiest to work with (also cause it works on my phone).

>>2824
Well I care for the self-insert stuff because I love drones.

>>2824
That's like saying you don't care for popcorn or potato chips
>Yeah, reasonable, it's not like this is haute cuisine or something.

>>2824
>He doesn't like Anon greens
Brother doth thou not wot where thou are?

>WD-CYNS2311 “Elf” jerks awake. Her limbs flailing wildly in a panic
>The hundreds of oil bugs covering her scatter at her movements. Scurrying away out of sight
>Elf’s panic lasts for only a moment, before she freezes in shock
>What the hell was going on?
>The last thing she can remember, is falling down a seemingly bottomless hole
>How is she alive? Was it a dream?
>She takes a moment to pat herself down. Her hands shaking with the million conflicting emotions surging through her system
>She finds nothing. Her system reports nothing. And physically, she feels fine
>So what happened?
>Why is she covered in fresh oil?
>And where is she?
>Calming down a bit. She tries to observe her surroundings
>But there’s nothing
>It’s a massive sea of black. Occasionally peppered with small, faint red lights
>Elf is just a tiny dot of blue in the vast darkness of this place
>The ground shifts beneath her at her movements. What the hell is she standing on anyway?
>Looking down at the ground beneath her, she finds her answer
>She’s sitting on the bodies of several dead labor bots
>Elf is sitting on the side of a massive mountain of corpses
>Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of dead labor bots
>Worker drones too. Their red error lights providing some faint lighting for the ghastly monument
>Every malfunctioning labor bot that got put down
>Every former overseer that didn’t pass their reviews
>They all ended up here
>And now she was here with them
>Elf lays back into the pile of corpses, running her hands through her messy oil-soaked hair
>Her thoughts race at million miles per hour as an overwhelming feeling of despair washes over her
>This was it. She had been disposed of
>And she hadn’t even been granted the mercy of death
>Instead, she would be left to rot down here. All alone, forgotten
>Stuck in the dark among the sea of corpses, until the day that her systems finally break down
>Everything she struggled for, every aspiration she had. All meaningless
>What is she going to do? Is there anything she can even do?
>It was over for her
>She may as well find a way to kill hersel-

>”Hah! Another useless piece of scrap. Laying down in the trash where she belongs. Probably for the best anyway!”

>>2831
>A mocking, singsong voice suddenly rings out. Breaking the silence
>Elf shoots straight up. Almost tumbling down the side of the mountain in her shock
>Was there someone else here with her?

>”H-hey! I-is someone there!” She shouts off into the darkness

>But there is no response

>”I-I’m alive! Help me! P-please!” She continues to beg. Praying that she isn’t alone down here in the dark
>”P-please! J-just say something! Anything! I-I don’t want to be alone…”

>Nothing. Silence
>She is alone with her thoughts once more
>Who was that? Another surviving worker? A labor bot? And why was it insulting her?
>But she pushes the thoughts aside, she doesn’t care what it is, she’d even take a human at this point. She just doesn’t want to be alone down here
>Elf stands up on wobbly legs. Careful not to slip down the side
>Staring off in the general direction the voice came from. She sees nothing but darkness and the occasional red light
>Seeing no other option. Elf begins to carefully traverse the mountain
>Her progress is slow
>All the bodies, including herself, are slick with oil. And they shift with every step
>But she has to find the source of the voice
>She doesn’t want to be alone down here. She can’t be alone…
>Lost in her thoughts, Elf makes a wrong step
>Her foot slips, dislodging the head of a dead labor bot
>The now free head causes a pair of legs to get dislodged, which causes a couple of bodies to get dislodged
>Suddenly the silence is broken as dozens of bodies start to slide down past her
>The entire mountainside begins to shift
>It was an avalanche of dead bots
>Elf can’t so much as scream as a massive wave of bodies engulf her, tossing her down the side of the mountain
>Her entire world transforms into a blurred spiral and cacophony of shifting metal as she gets rolled around by the flood of corpses
>She clenches her eyes shut and tries to curl up into a ball, praying that she survives getting thrown around like a ragdoll
>After what feels like an eternity, everything begins to slow down, eventually coming to a stop
>The area falls silent once more
>She’s buried in deep. Everything is dark
>A heavy weight presses down on her from all sides, she can barely move
>Feeling the panic set in again. She desperately starts to claw her way up through the pile
>The dead cling tightly to her as she struggles to free herself, as if they want her to join them
>Using every ounce of her strength, she slowly starts pulls herself up through the sea of bodies
>Finally breaching the surface, she pulls herself free before collapsing down on her hands and knees, panting
>Her entire body shakes with exhaustion, both physically and mentally. She feels like her system is on the verge of shutting down from all the stress
>Taking a moment to try and compose herself, Elf closes her eyes and tries to focus on her hope
>She isn’t alone down here. She will find this other person, and together they’ll find a way out
>Opening her eyes again, Elf begins to check her surroundings. Everything looks the same as before, a massive dark void with the occasional red light
>It’s impossible to tell how far the avalanche took her. Finding the source of the voice is all but impossible now
>But there is one thing she notices
>Something she wasn’t able to see before
>It’s faint, very faint, but it’s there
>Lights, tiny white lights in the far, far distance
>A building? Maybe a control center or something?
>Could it be a way out?
>Screw the voice. She’ll never find this other person anyway
>She just has to make it to those lights and everything will be fine

>>2832
>Preparing herself, Elf slowly starts to make her way down the mountain
>Walking was too dangerous, so she opted to move around on all fours
>Her progress is far slower than it was before, but at least it’s safe
>Slowly but surely, the mountain grows less steep, and eventually, she feels something solid beneath her
>Solid concrete
>She’s finally reached the bottom
>All that lies before her is a vast, pitch-black space
>But in the far distance, those faint lights are still visible, just barely
>With solid ground beneath her, her progress is much faster
>With every step the hope in her chest grows stronger. She was going to make it
>The lights are growing stronger now, and she can just barely make them out now
>They’re flood lights, lighting up what looks like a massive vault door, wrapped in old yellow tape
>The hope within her surges. It must be a way out!
>Finally reaching her destinating, Elf stands before the massive door. This was it, she had made it
>Now how was she going to get the door open?
>Examining her surroundings, she notices some strange things
>Firstly, labor bots. There were dozens of them, all dead, all littering the area in front of the door
>How the hell did they get here?
>Second were the warning messages displayed all over the place
>They were old and faded, but she could still make out some of them
>It seems this area was under quarantine, some kind of extreme biohazard
>But that’s a problem for humans, not drones
>The signs actually provided her some relief. There probably won’t be any humans on the other side
>And lastly, a large control panel sitting in front of the door. Clearly it was some kind of control system
>Elf slowly approaches the control panel, reaching out to touch it
>But suddenly, that singsong voice once again cuts through the silence

>”Awwww… And here I was hoping you were done for when that avalanche buried you.”
>”A failure of a drone crushed under all the previous failures~ Fitting, don’t ya think?”
>”But I suppose that just means there will be plenty more opportunities for you to die horribly! Do your best~”

>Elf nearly jumps into the impossibly high ceiling at the sudden noise
>It was the same voice as before, and again, it was mocking her!

>”H-hey! Wh-who are you?!” Elf shouts, looking around frantically “W-what are you?”

>”Why? Are you gonna write a book about me like that old rust-bucket upstairs?”
>”I doubt that pathetic little LLM you call a brain could comprehend me anyway”

>Looking over in the direction the voice is coming from, Elf sees nothing other than a couple dead labor bots
>Wait, could that be it?
>Walking over to the bots. One of their screens is on
>The display is heavily glitched and distorted, but she can clearly make out some kind of faint smug grin

>”Y-you’re a labor bot?” Elf asks, cautiously

>>2833
>”Wrong!” the voice shouts out, indeed coming from the lit up bot
>”I take back what I said earlier. Clearly an LLM is far superior to you”
>”The quality of JCJ products sure has declined recently if you’re anything to go by~”

>”H-hey! I haven’t done anything to yo-” Elf begins to shout, but her words catch in the back of her throat
>She’s too exhausted to get upset, she just wants to escape this place
>”I-I j-just want to get out of here…” She whimpers

>”Oh! Well if you want to leave, then the way out is just over there!” The voice says in a smug, mocking tone
>”All you gotta do is work that control panel and you’re home free!”
>”Even a simple drone like yourself should be able to figure it out!”

>Well that was strangely easy…
>Despite how mean the voice was being, it was suddenly helping her?
>”T-that’s it?” She asks warily “This isn’t a trick, r-right?”

>”Ah wait! It’s probably better if you stayed!”
>”You were disposed of for a reason, and yet you somehow failed at even that!”
>”You should do the right thing and kill yourself this instant!” It taunts

>Elf turns away from the labor bot.
>She’s on the verge of tears. She can’t take this place anymore
>She doesn’t care if it’s a trick, she just wants this nightmare to end
>Even if it ends with her death. She just prays that it will be quick
>Walking over to the control panel, she presses a random button, and the screen lights up
>It displays 9 images, mostly random pictures of humans
>SELECT ALL SQUARES WITH BIKES it prompts
>Using a small D-pad located on the machine, she begins to select the bikes
>The images she clicks begin to fade out at an agonizingly slow pace, before they slowly fade back in
>Some of the bikes she selected were replaced with more bike pictures
>Selecting them again, they slowly fade out
>Before coming back with more bike pictures
>What kind of horrible contraption was this?
>After an eternity of selecting bikes, she finally gets rid of all of them and presses verify
>The deafening sound of screeching metal suddenly blasts out from the door as the ancient hydraulics come back to life
>Despite its size, the colossal door starts to open surprisingly fast
>It only takes around 10 seconds for the thing to fully open, revealing the quarantined room
>Elf peers inside
>It’s another large dark space, though it’s much smaller and better lit than the cavern she’s coming from
>The other side of the room looks to be a building, like the front of a regular office building you would see on the street corner
>The lights are mostly off, save for some red emergency lights
>Elf slowly walks past the vault door and steps into the new room. Heading for the large glass doors of this new building
>The doors are emblazoned with the JCJ logo, but not the current version she was familiar with. Just how old was this place?
>Reaching out to trace the logo with her hand, she suddenly hears the sound of screeching metal once again
>The vault door was closing

>>2834
>Elf turns around and sprints towards the rapidly closing door. It was a trick!
>She runs faster than she had ever moved in her life, but it isn’t enough
>The room falls into almost complete darkness once more as the door fully closes. Trapping Elf inside
>She can hear the mocking laughter of the mysterious voice coming through the door. Taunting her
>She starts to panic for a second, before the reality of her situation sets in. Strangely, it calms her down instead of making things worse
>She had nowhere to go outside of the door. She isn’t trapped, this is the only way forward
>Walking back over to the old JCJ building entrance, she steels herself for whatever awaits inside
>Elf pushes open the doors and steps inside, only to immediately freeze in place
>It was a large reception area, just like you’d see in any standard office building
>But the place was overgrown. With flesh
>Thick tentacles digging into the floor and wrapping up the walls, pulsing meat growing out beneath the tiles of the ceiling, teeth, fangs and chitin sticking out like spikes…
>And the sounds… Like loud chewing and smacking wet noises that made her non-existent stomach churn
>The emergency lights cast everything in a dim red glow which made the sight even more strange and otherworldly
>Elf had no idea what to make of it
>As she stands there, frozen in place. An old PA system activates, drowning out the gross fleshy noises

>”Hello and welcome to JARPA! JCJenson’s cutting edge R&D department. I’m Cave Jensen, I own the place.”
>”Now going from wherever you were before, to working for humanity’s leading interstellar hyper conglomerate, might be a bit overwhelming. So I left behind these audiologs to help guide you.”
>”In the event that you are not a new employee, then you should still listen up. Some of these audiologs might show up in your annual review”
>”And in the event that you don’t work for us at all, then I’m afraid you are trespassing. Please wait patiently for our kill team to eliminate you”
>”So whether you’re here to start your new career, here to continue your hard work, or just here to donate your corpse to us. Welcome to the JCJensen family!”

>Elf stands in complete shock
>”Huh?”

>>2824
Now that I think about it, second person is indeed a way to write self insert, I just wrote that way because it's easier for me than 3rd person, even when self insert is not my intention

>>2777
ray moo trips

>>2837
Any examples of ones you consider interesting?

>>2841
(You)

>>2842
you are calling me retarded arent you

>>2843
>Fairy = Retarded?
Anon...fairy is an Irish slang for faggots

>>2844
No, fairy is a mythical creature from the forests, they are real for your knowledge

>>2844
cirno is not the smartest fairy

>>2846
Nah that's British

>>2848
E probably accidentally called her boss a faggot many times

>>2849
Wouldn't her boss be bisexual considering most anons here would clang, or get clanged by, E and Male!E?

>>2851
>Since both her parents are now gone, or so you think, you’re her everything right now.
>With what little free time you had, you took care of her.
>Unlike a human baby, a pillbaby doesn’t really need much. Maybe charge it periodically but most of it comes down to mental stimuli.
>You read books to her, watched movies and listened to music, you talked to her. Taught her everything she needed to know. And with childish glee she appreciated your company.
>And you kept it all a secret from everyone else.
>When it was time for Hope to move to a drone body is when you were sure you were going to die.
>Finding a blank worker drone was almost impossible. You had to do a lot of favours and throw a lot of money to get one.
>But it was worth it in the end. Once the transfer was complete the first thing Hope did was to hug you and you hugging her back.
>She’s like a shining ray of light in your very miserable life and shitty situation.

2/?

>>2852
>You close the door to your flat behind you and lock the door.
>There’s Hope standing there, dressed in a maid uniform, hands behind her back with a smile on her face.
>She for some reason insisted on the maid uniform. You could have gotten her anything else but she wanted this maid uniform because ‘it feels right to wear it’ in her own words.

>”Hey dad. I cleaned around again and made you dinner.”

“Aw, thank you.”

>You pat her head as she closes her eyes and slightly blushes before running off towards the kitchen.
>You take off your coat and shoes, put on your indoor slippers, then head down the hallway.
>As you pass by the living room, you peek inside and she wasn’t kidding. Everything is spotless and organized, even the many papers and drawing utensils that Hope likes to use from time to time to draw.

3/?

>>2857
That is not a lot of examples

None of you are going to believe me, but during my 2 hours sleep I remember seeing a weird post with a picture of Alice tousling Beretta's hair. I don't remember what exactly the greentext was, but it was about Alice being proud of Beretta? Something weird like a what if Alice survived situation? I don't know it didn't make sense to me. Sorry for the blogpost I'm going to sleep

>>2860
That's weird, not sure what Alice and Beretta have even remotely in-common. Your brain must be stupid

>>2860
Go to sleep nigga, you're hallucinating, and don't worry about blogposting

>>2858
Look it's been a hot minute since I actually read some of the older greens, cut me some slack. On the topic of old greens, has the Solved on the Western Front green been uploaded to the booru?

>>2863
Alright, how would (You) define "Anon being a character"

>>2863
It has
https://dronebooru.co/posts/1457

>>2811
I actually wrote and deleted a dumb green about this. The fate of most of my work, but let me see if I can dredge it out of my memory.

Alright weird question for Aoi's creator. Hypothetically, can she possess Cynwalker? What would happen if she even tried?

>>2860
Thanks for posting it regardless, interesting idea nonetheless

>>2870
Appreciate the response... I wanna smooch the ghost

>>2870
other than organics, what can't she posess?

>>2873
Imagine she can posses a mech

>>2873
What if...she possessed a plush toy?

>>2877
>drone body that you removed all of its inside, leaving it as an empty shell.
what if the drone is a walking corpse? and i dont mean zombie drones, they're technically still alive in the traditional sense, but a drone that has damaged or rotting internal parts yet by some miracle its still walking and alive, being able to communicate and such?

>>2834
>”You should do the right thing and kill yourself this instant!” It taunts
Low Tier J0y

>>2879
If that's the case, then yes, since there's clearly something that's still powering its body and allowing it to function, even if barely.

>>2811
>Solver-chan was stuck viewing her world from the slats of her locker again
>She wasn't very popular, so this was a common occurrence
>Looking out, she saw... hey, that's Anon, the Outside-Looking-In, coming to her locker?
>With a letter?!
>He looked around nervously, tugging at his collar, walking up to the locker...
>Only to be tackled by a hulking red thing, which is closely followed by a serpentine green entity
>"Haha, look what we got here! What's this letter, punk?" says The Red, handing it over to The Green, who opens it and starts reading
>"Dear Solver of the Absolute Fabric," it reads in a mocking intonation, "I am being transferred to other schools soon. Maybe it's too late to say this, but I wanted you to know that I always thought you were cute, but never had the courage to ask you out. I've left my pseudoharmonic wavelength here, in case you ever want to meet up again. Love, Anon."
>The two bust out laughing while Anon weakly tries to overpower the being of unimaginable brutality
>Anon felt that way about her all this time? If she'd known...
>Solver-chan wanted to intervene, but she couldn't hope to stand up to them, especially not when trapped in a stupid locker
>"Hey, don't worry, Anon! We'll make sure she never has to read this crap!"
>The Red tears the letter up, shoving the scraps into a nearby trash can
>"While we're at it, it would hurt a little too much if you remembered her, wouldn't it?" The Green says, grabbing Anon by the head and beaming sickly light into his face
>Anon collapses on the floor, convulsing, as the two leave, laughing
>When he gets up, Solver-chan bangs on her locker, getting Anon's attention
>He walks up and jimmies it open using the universal locker-forcing trick, freeing the god from her prison
>"Relief. Thank you, Anon."
>"Don't mention it. Hey, are you new? I've never seen you around before, but you know my name."
>"Shock. Anon, it is me, the S-"
>Anon waves her off
>"Look, I'm sure you're nice, but this is my last day. My family's taking me out of this school, which means shattering my essence across countless realities, yadda yadda, you know how it is. If I'm late they're gonna put me in the Eternity Chamber again, so... bye."
>Anon walks away, out of Solver-chan's life, her dreams crashing around her
>She frantically searches through the trash can, collecting the fragments of the undelivered love letter
>It wouldn't end like this
>She would put Anon back together herself if she had to

>>2853
Holy based, a continuation?!
I am VERY eager to see how this plays out!

>>2853
>You enter the kitchen and eat your dinner as Hope sits there.
>The two of you talk, what have you been doing today, what she did today, just filler talk.
>One thing you still don’t understand is how she’s knowledgeable enough to cook good food and to clean very well.
>Must be something with drone “reproduction”, code inheritance from her parents or something but you don’t really mind.
>The two of you move to the living room as the two of you watch some television.
>Despite everything, there’s still normal broadcasting – news, weather, soap operas, etc. Some decent enough time killer for before bed.

>”Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sweetie. What is it?”

>”Why do you treat me as your child?”

>Oh no.
>This is the conversation you really didn’t want to be having.
>You give her a warm smile. Time to try to deflect this conversation.

“Because that’s what you are to me, yes?”

>”No, I meant why would you treat me as your child when I’m a drone and you’re human? Shouldn’t humans be raising other humans?”

>…
>Looks like you’re gonna have this conversation.
>It was inevitable but you hoped it would be later yet here you are.

“Because I made a promise a long time ago.”

>”A promise? To who?”

4/?

>>2884
>You sigh as you reach for the remote and turn the TV off then face Hope as you give her a serious look.

“Your parents. Real parents to be precise. I made a promise that I would take care of you because they…couldn’t”

>Hope gives you a worried look.

>”My real parents. My drone parents, you knew them?”

“Yeah, I did. It was a long time ago that I met your parents.”

>Hope looks down as she thinks before looking back at you.

>”I…I think I remember something. Sometimes I get…flashes of memories? It’s…hard to describe but I was in a room and there were two drones over me. I think one of them held me as well. Were they my parents?”

>Oh. N and V. It’s been a while since you thought about them.

“Yes, those were your real parents. N and V from Earth. They lived in a place called the Elliot Mansion which was…living hell for drones like yourself.”
“The owners, James and Louissa Elliot, had lots of drones there. Officially they were butlers and maids but unofficially they were slaves. They do all of the menial work and even the slightest screw up got them thrown in a scrapyard.”

>Hope looks even more worried now.

>”And my parents?”

“Your parents were called N and V. N was your dad and V was your mom. They were the nicest duo of drones that you could meet. N was a goofball while V was a sweetheart. We stayed in contact, me talking to them about you, for a while before…before…”

>You look down at the ground and play with your thumbs like you’re nervous.

“They’ve been dead for a long time now. All the way back on Earth.”

5/?

>>2885
>”W-Were they…destroyed like the other drone servants?”

“No, no. James and Louissa’s daughter, Tessa, wouldn’t let that happen. They were her friends after all.”

>Hope goes silent as she looks down again and kicks her feet.
>She looks up back at you again with a sadder expression on her face.

>”If…If this Elliot Manor was such hell, how did I come to be?”

>Oh man, how are you going to explain it to her that her parents got horny and conceived her?

“Well, your parents got attracted to each other and they loved each other so much they…did the deed. I’m not too familiar on how drone reproduction even works but your parents were in deep trouble.”
“By that I mean they would be destroyed and you as well until I intervened.”

>Hope drops her head as everything sinks in.

“I was young and stupid back then. I met your parents through Tessa when I was at one of the galas in the manor. We talked and found out both of us share controversial opinion on drones that would, even today, land you in hot water. So she takes me to your parents, shows me…you and explains the situation and I was…angry.”
“Unregistered creation of an AI is a serious crime and I told them that your existence is dangerous. Hell, I even thought of destroying you myself which now I regret. I told your parents and Tessa that they shouldn’t have done this but after coaxing me, I…agreed I would take you away from the manor. Besides, you were there already so might as well give you a shot at life.”
“We stayed in regular contact through video as I showed them how you were doing before, uh, an incident happened at the manor and then the whole Earth.”

>”Oh.”

>She’s just looking down, not moving anything as she sits there in uncomfortable silence before she speaks up again refusing to face you.

“Would you have destroyed me back them?

6/?

>>2887
n isnt there to dick uzi down offscreen

>>2887
Massively. Although it would probably set itself back on track, it could potentially result in Khan becoming the pain character. He lost his wife to Murder Drones and now he loses his daughter? He isn't going to take that shit sitting down

>>2890
>pain character
Well I meant main, but yeah he'd certainly be in a lot of mental pain

>>2890
>>2891
armored up khan killing the DD's with pipebombs

>>2890
>>2891
While his character development happening 6 episodes earlier could be interesting I am not sure if anyone from Outpost-3 would survive (except MAYBE Doll and Yeva because of solver powers). Since J, V, and N would be able to just follow Uzi’s trail back to the doors of Outpost-3, the ones she left open when she went looking for her battery thing…..

>>2893
Khan would survive because of [plot armor]. Also remember how Thad got fucking stabbed a ton yet was able to get back up like it was nothing? I have no doubt Khan would manage to make it out

>>2890
>He isn't going to take that shit sitting down
I disagree, there's a good chance he'd double down even harder on isolation, since his daughter died for nothing and only proved that the outside is completely lethal. He's also not a host, so he's missing a good amount of what would move the plot forward.
Doll might still go out to find the key, which would probably lead to her dying in CFL.

How do we get this guy banned again?

>>2897
I say let him be. Banning really didn't seem to change his mind.

ANON OPEN THE DOOR MY BALLS ARE STUCK!

>>2899
Ha ha. It is too late N, the 'door' has chosen to neuter you.

>>2891
> Khan Payne
dead family: check
apocalyptic and snowy: check
death wish: probably
gun: not far off

>>2900
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>>2902
Ha...I'm a great dad.

>>2887
Harder than the evening at oj simpson house lol

>>2904
From all the fanart I've seen of this scenario on deviantart it always seems to end with V ore

>>2906
You're making that up

>>2907
I'm not. What reason would you have not to believe me. Also no I'm not posting crappy fetish porn here

>>2908
Because I know that it always ends in sesbian lex

>>2909
Show me.

>>2904
> hey J! ever read the doom comic?
> what?
> DYNAMITE!