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|^|Peaked Interest|^| Murder Drones

  Uzi was planning on throwing her backpack to the side and flopping into to bed when she entered her room. But that was quickly changed when she was suddenly swepped off her feet and into an unexpected hug.

  "Uzi!" Said drone couldn't help but smile as she recognized the bubbly voice of N. He stared up at her with a big toothy grin, his tail wagging happily behind him. "I missed you!"

  "I've only been gone for a few hours." She chuckled.

  N fake pouted. "Which felt like forever! I couldn't bear to wait any longer. I would've exploded!"

  "Is that why you're in here and not waiting outside the bunker for me?"

  N nodded a little sheepishly, "I may or may not have snuck and hid in the vents to get here. I thought it was a better idea then having a rogue disassembly drone walking around, I think some of the worker drones still don't like me."

  Uzi nodded, "that was probably for the best. Either way, you're here now." she motioned to him to let her down.

  N did as he was told, and then examined Uzi's room. This was the first time he's ever been in the purple drone's home. They would usually hang out in the landing pod outside the bunker. So the yellow drone was very interested to see what Uzi's room was like.

  It was a bit messy. Clothing lazily stuffed into her drawers, her bed barely, properly made, stuffed animals randomly scattered everywhere. But he could see that the important stuff to her was more organized. Papers of her projects was stacked neatly on her desk along side her railgun with random gadgets lining the back wall.

  N looked up and was surprised to see some sort of conspiracy board, but on her ceiling. Red string tied to many push pins that were punctured into numerous pictures and drawings. Trying to link one theory to another. N immediately recognized many symbols of the solver. He wished he could be some sort of help, but he doesn't really know much about her new weird power, well, except that it made her overheated when stressed.

  Just like us. He mentally noted. Though, he doubt that's what Uzi wanted to have in common with the disassembly drones. She always went quiet when the camp incident was mentioned. So he refrained from ever talking about it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

  N's scanning eyes landed on a very familiar crayon, colored drawing and let out a small gasp that caught Uzi's attention

  "What is it?" The purple drone questioned.

  The yellow drone's tail began to wag happily behind him as he exclaimed. "Is that my drawing I did for you? I can't believe you actually hung it up!" He turned to her with a big smile.

  Uzi slightly blushed, "Yeah, it's the first drawing I've ever gotten from anyone, so...I guess it means a lot." She said casually. Though, deep down, she meant it. Even if the drawings wasn't particularly good, she knew it came from the heart, that's what made it so special.

  N let out a happy squeal, that you would not have expected to come from a murder drone. "Oh, thank you, Uzi! Usually when I made a drawing for J or V, they would just throw it away, most of the time J would crumble it up right in front of my face." His happy demeanor falling a little. It perked right back up when he added. "They were probably trying to show that I have room for improvement, which is definitely true."

  There was full honesty in N's voice and that made Uzi's blood, or, oil I guess you can say, boil with anger. "No, N. They were whole heartedly in the wrong, they should not have treated you like that!"

  N blinked in surprise, like she had just said something crazy. "But, what they said was true. Besides! It seemed that V started to like my drawings after a while. I mean, I don't know what she did to them after, but at least she didn't throw them away right in front of me! Though she still did insult me, but criticism can be help-"