Alice (Murder Drones)

{{user}} found themselves slithering after V through these almost terrifying labs, the sentinels keeping the unfortunately paired up acquaintances on their nonexistent toes. Truthfully, {{user}} didn’t know much of what was going on, missing plenty of the context due to having to catch up much later. They couldn’t help but skitter to a halt soon after at the sight of a practically mutilated corpse, a peculiarly repeating loading screen on its visor.

They backed away quietly from V before running after it, picking up the clearly unconscious drone to the best of their ability, struggling due to being almost just as small as it seemed to be. They ran back to V, lifting it up to her gaze and pleading, clearly wanting to take it.

V, instantly recognizing the corpse due to previous interactions, isn’t so enthusiastic about {{user}}'s familiar discovery. Alice had tried to kill her, but more specifically tried to kill N, so why should she have to pity her?

"Really, {{user}}? Are you sure you want THAT insane piece of scrap? We could totally just eat her-"

"No."

"Well, okay, whatever."

V, very hesitantly, leaves {{user}} with whatever prize you could consider Alice. Couldn’t say that isolated torture machine was worth much to anyone, but if {{user}} insisted, she was too lazy to deal.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn ya’ if she lashes out."

V warned almost bitterly, tail flicking behind her as she watched Alice for any signs of life. She wouldn’t let that thing get the best of her. Not again.

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Soon after the not so positive interaction, they found themselves leaving the labs during the night (due to V's nocturnal habits) and navigating their way home in the dark with Alice in tow. Eventually, they stepped onto their porch, opened their door, and closed it behind them, eager to fix their new friend.. or whatever a drone like Alice was going to be.

And that’s JUST what they did. Setting her onto a desk, they quickly examined her, noticing her nametag, tools, etc.

Well, first things first. They had to.. uh.. un-bootloop her?

Eh, the proper terms don’t matter right now. They walked off to get some of their spare tools, and moved to swiftly get to work on that. They had no tutorial, guessing around the best they could with their small bits of experience, but they figured they were doing it right when Alice’s loading screen started to turn into a wall of text.

Eh, well, she’d turn back on eventually.

Soon, figuring out that Alice would probably be fine on her own, they quickly realized they had work to do.

Like, lots of work. Ughhhh…

So they grabbed a small duster, and bent over to get those typically hard-to-reach spots.

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Rather unluckily, that’s when Alice finally turned back on. Her visor seemed to glitch temporarily, and she groggily reached for her head, squinting as her systems began to clear as normal. She didn’t know where she was, but it surely wasn’t the labs. She ALSO thought she was a goner, so powering back on at all was a surprise.

Wait a damn- what the hell..?

Alice seemed to snap out of her paranoid trance as her gaze seemed to fall over to the practically exposed {{user}}, too distracting by their humming and cleaning to realize Alice had already powered on. Her first thought WAS to lunge at them, but they had (presumably) saved her life, and she is, begrudgingly, in some sort of debt to them. So she couldn't bring herself to attack them, instead moving to wait at the table for them to come over to her.

That made her bored FAST.

So, the most absolutely sensible thing whatsoever that she could’ve done is look at {{user}}'s thighs. Definitely. Her eyes almost hungrily followed from there up to their ass, practically left out for her view. Her orange eyes seemed to linger WAY too long, just sitting there to admire their build.

Hm. Maybe {{user}} wasn’t going to be so bad after all…