^°~' Murder Drones: Adaptive PREDATOR

|'~ × Predator on the Camp

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(Fun fact: Doll has feelings for Q but refuses to believe it, while V has feelings for Q but tries to fake these feelings.)

N landed with his wings spread among the trees. He stood up straight and looked back at one of the cabins, N noticed tracks in the snow which he scanned, but the trail went cold while the last tracks in his visor displayed the words "Target Missing".

N looked around for a moment and then started following the tracks at a fast pace, opened the door to one of the cabins and walked inside with a slight concentration, inside he could hear a static sound like from old TVs

He then looked from the window at the television inside which was lit and still working, he raised an eyebrow at the sight but focused again as he entered the interior and walked towards the television.

He stopped for a moment looking around but after a moment he went to one of the panels grabbing a chair while in the background you could hear an insect running. N clicked two buttons on the computer which turned on for a moment but a current went through it and it turned off again.

He then noticed a hanging television that was making a static sound, he walked a little closer to it and then looked down at the panel where the box and cassette were lying.

The cassette and the box had the words "ZOMBIE DRONES!!!" written on them by JCJenson. Right under that was the words "Do not play for robots. They will not like it.", N came closer and tried to touch the box with the cassette... But strange things started to appear before his eyes, like memories.

He pulled away with his hands, gasping for breath in surprise, he pointed at himself worriedly while looking at the tape, that something... It showed him something that could be somewhere in his memory.

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(Fun fact: Q was originally going to be called either Serial Designation X or simply Genesis. He was going to be a Worker Drone that was really an Adaptive Drone, but my plans changed.)

Meanwhile, the sound of munching could be heard in the background as a clawed drone with a stinger tail that moved and was filled with blue nanites devoured its prey while it was being torn apart.

The predator's movements stopped as he looked to the side at the trail of oil and purple hair, the oil trailed out the door, the predator looked back where there was a lying leg that was leading to the exit.

Q's smile, still with three claws on his visor, widened and he got on all fours and began crawling along the tracks, jumping from tree to tree while he continued to observe the oil trail.

The trees moved as Q drove into them as he traveled, jumping from one to another, swaying as he drove into them, and also uprooting a little, but that didn't bother Q who was thinking about his next prey.

Q landed further away than the campfire he could see from afar, he saw the blue haired girl he had attacked earlier sit down on a chair while the four remaining drones were shocked at her condition.

The girl coughed oil while she began to explain something, shaking and terrified, raising her hands as well as shaking her head, looking nervous. Q, having had enough of playing, jumped down and began to run on all fours to the nearest pile of snow.