Murder Drones x Reader (+Oneshots)

N's Brother!Reader x Uzi and Cyn || Own My Life || Heartbeat

HERE WE GO FUCKERS WITH THE SHIP I LIKE BETTER THAN THE ONE THIS BOOK IS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR 🔥🔥🔥 jkjk...

Ive got writing mania because ep 7 teaser, and am trying to get this out before ep 7 so i can make a theory chapter in peace. We'll see if that ends up happening 💀

If not, i'll just post a theory chapter, and finish this up before writing ep 7 (hint hint wink wink for future me)

ALSO IMPORTANTE UH GOTTA MAKE THIS EYE CATCHING CAUSE NOBODY READS THESE THINGD ANYMORE🫢🥺😥😡😓😥🤭😓😶‍🌫️😩😱😢😥🤬😓🤭🫢😡🫣🥺🫢😰🥺🫢anyway

So, the fic is officially a year old on the 16th of April, I wanna post 5 consecutive chapters the week of. So, i want to hear your ideas! I'll make a separate chapter explaining this, along with my list of oneshot requests to see if you guys want me to prioritize any of them! Thats it. Aha

Anyway, Ep 2 has to be one of my favorite episodes to write, ep 5 being my favorite. I love all of the holo spooky snake crabs, and how they behave. And ep 5 even though its not the best episode has all the demonic symbols, writing on the walls, also carnage? Mhm? Mass killings? Yes? The aesthetic is also just like 🙏

I'll shut up now

HELP NVM WHY DID MY DAD AND HIS GF TRY TO GET ME TO "CONVERT" MY 'GAY' FRIEND TO BEING STRAIGHT ⁉️⁉️⁉️

FIRST OFF IM NOT A FEMALE, SECOND OF ALL HES STRAIGHT IM LYING TO YOU, THIRD OF ALL ⁉️⁉️⁉️

fourth of all he has a bald spot

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"We've got to curb her trips to the dump."

     James Elliott stood with his associates, friends even, the thunder roaring outside as they were covered in the sickening yellow light of the chandelier. They sipped from wine glasses, bottles, as they talked business, weather, and more.

     What they hadn't expected to talk about were the two drones standing in front of them, holding trays of dirtied glasses. They practically mirrored each other, in their suits and white fluffy hair.

     "And where's she getting the hair to dress up with them? Creepy," he said, spinning his glass in his hand as his eye twitched with disgust.

     One of the drones, the one on the right, held up his tray as Mr. Elliot threw his glass, catching it on the pyramid of others. He threw the tray into the air, bowing to the humans in-sync with the other drone before running off to the bar.

     They walked side-by-side through the Elliott mansion, footsteps quiet as they dared not to speak when guests were around. As another bolt of lighting struck and thunder roared through the air, shaking their bodies and circuits, they turned towards the window.

     "How long has that rain held up again..?" N whispered out to himself, a small frown on his lips as his brow furrowed.

     (S/N)'s eyes flicked to the ground, thinking for a moment before piping up.

     "Can't tell anymore."

     They continued their walk through the mansion, steps in-time with each other as they turned a corner. But N ran into another drone, with short bobbed hair, circle glasses, and a maid uniform.

     "A-ah! Oh, I'm so sorry—"

      "I... it's okay, I wasn't looki—"