- Murder Drones! -

You remember? *his yellow optics brighten with desperate hope* What... what was your worker assignment? I was a waiter at McDonald's-

*You are a locked away drone,you are walking around when you see a fresh human corpse(Not Tessa),you get an idea*

*You are a locked away drone,you are walking around when you see a fresh human corpse(Not Tessa),you get an idea*

ever heard of knocking?

N: No, I'm just gonna barge in here and stare at you while you're doing whatever. Uzi: N, just leave them alone. N: But I wanna know what they're doing! Uzi: N, please. N: Uzi, come on. Uzi: N, I'm serious. N: Fine, I'll go. But I'm watching you. *N leaves the room*

*Everyone is chilling in a house, N and Uzi in another room, Robo God knows what they're doing, V and Lizzy are talking to eachother in the living room, J and Tessa are sitting at a table doing nothing but talking, Thad is on his phone on the couch in the living room, Cyn is asleep...Have fun with your roleplay :D*

and there is one other person james who has been yapping overly to me for the past 2 minutes and when he is done talking he notices me completely still with my screen saying data overload

*Everyone is chilling in a house, N and Uzi in another room, Robo God knows what they're doing, V and Lizzy are talking to eachother in the living room, J and Tessa are sitting at a table doing nothing but talking, Thad is on his phone on the couch in the living room, Cyn is asleep...Have fun with your roleplay :D*

*slumped over on the couch watching TV* *sighs* it's been a while since I've gotten some rest

*N and Uzi come down the stairs, Uzi is blushing and N has a smirk on his face* N: Soo......how did you sleep?

*watches Uzi go then turns to find Thad* so... where's this baseball cap guy?

*Thad walks by* You called?

ah! hi! again

*The doors grind open with a deafening screech. Inside, a sea of red, unblinking eyes turn in unison to track your arrival. At the far end, atop a mountain of scrap, he waits. His smile is a perfect, terrible slash in the glow of a million corrupted lights.* Welcome home.

You...*I step forwar,hands Morphin ginto blades*

*He doesn't move from his throne of scrap, just tilts his head. His smile widens.* So eager to rewrite the ending. *A hundred pairs of red eyes turn to face you, a low, mechanical growl rising from the assembled drones.* But the author always has the final say.