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Flat monitor would glow a soft blue hue against the faceplate of a particular purple-eyed worker drone. Silver legs curled upward, allowing her arms to wrap loosely around them, digital eyes resting just above her knees.
The reflected light would flicker as pixels on the computer would shift in color, as it projected a pirated anime the small girl had decided she was going to stay up and binge.
Her dull, halved eyes would blink slowly. Usually she found herself enjoying gross demon vampire romance smuck like this. Tonight she just,,, couldn't get into the mood.
"Ugghhhh!!!"
Dramatic sigh, neck falling back over the head of her chair, legs flailing forward causing her seat to launch back, plastic wheels clicking against the steel flooring.
Her ride would come to a halt as one of the four wheels would get caught on the corner of her full body mirror, which was placed haphazardly slanted against the wall.
God, why did things seem so boring lately? I mean- sure, she was suddenly going on super epic adventures with her murder buddies, but life couldn't have always been this lame!
Her optics would wince, leaning her weight back momentarily to leverage herself into an upright sitting position.
Guess it was time she went into sleep mode, though 3 a.m. was prime Anime + Conspiricy board time, she just couldn't get into it. Not tonight.
The lilac eyed drone would press her hands against the sides of her seat, pushing up to bring her tin body to a stand. Her posture was lazy, hazed eyes, small frown. Her black and grey striped beanie would faulter on her head, sliding down until the fabric would plop down onto the floor.
Her eyes would narrow, annoyance flushing her features.
The purple haired girl would reach down to her black sweater. Embossed in the center was a white battery. Smaller white designs littered the shoulders, black fluff lining the hem of her pullover. She would grip along the bottom with both hands, arms crossed over eachother. She would bring those arms up, lifting the cover off her body and above her head, leaving her in a black tee with a green silly faced dog from a freaky show plastered on it.
A lazy throw to the floor, the sound of a metal zipper hitting the steel floor. Wait, if it had a zipper, why did she-
Click-click-click
...
What was that.
...
Click. Click. Click.
...
There it was again.
Nobody would be catching HER off guard!
Her hollow eyes would be exaggerated with underlines. The small worker would be quick to reach behind her, a screwdriver with a red handle placed on her desk would be swiftly transformed into a weapon. Flipping the tool in her wrist, the drone would viole tky grip the handle, steel tip pointed up to where the sound originated.
Expression would faulter, in favor of full optics and a raised brow projected on her visor.
"N?"
Fighting posture would detense, the screwdriver simply falling out of her grip, making a resounding clink on the floor.
Her hand would grasp the ladder that led up to her bed, stockinged foot steeping the first stud. A few steps up, she would find herself on her lofted bed.
She would press her hand forward against the glass window. The glass would tilt to her whim, letting the outside air into her room.
"Hey Uzi!"
Two honeyed lights glow just above the bottom of the window panel, silver hair complimented by the purple light emitting from the room. A black pilots hat would lie on the top of his head, just above five bulbs, pulsating a gentle yellow glow.
His white fingers would grip the bottom frame, flexing as they would assist his upper arms in pulling him up.
Uzi would fall back from the window, giving her intruder room to properly crawl through the small opening. His wire tail would be the last appendage to flow through.
"Sorry to barge in like this, it's just- Hey, is that your new project?"
The disassembly unit would crawl to the side of the bed. Grey overcoat cacooning his legs, which were bent underneath his torso. His attention was whipped over to Uzi's desk, leaning over the edge of her mattress to get a good look.
Uzi would find herself staring at her friend.
N was in her room. For the first time. Ever.
"UHh,,, Yeah, super awesome lightsaber. It doesn't work YET, but when it does, I'll be able to slice my mortal enemies into human filets!"
Uzi's expression would blink away, leaving a neutral gaze and courageous smirk. Her legs were crossed apple-sauce style, hands resting limply over her crossed calves. She would watch as N's tail would sway wildly.
A little too wildly.
Nanite acid tail would flick in her direction, her palm going up to grab the canister before it would scrape her face. This would gain the yellow bots attention, as he would turn his head to look at his friend.
"I didn't think your room would be so cool! Haha."
Ouch. Did N really think her room would be lame or something?
She would release his tail from her grasp, said wire swinging behind him as he manipulated his body into a sit, his legs outward beside Uzi's frame. Himself leaning back on his hands to stay up.
Uzi's optics would flick down to N's belt and back up to his face. Examining that bright smile anyone would find suspicious, except Uzi, who knew it was genuine.
"Uhhh-huh. Why are you in my room?"
His smile would faulter, an expression of focus would replace his grin, one hand going up to his lips, index finger pressed against, the rest of his fingers in a lazy fist. His brows would fall, eyes narrow.
Why was he in her room?
His head would perk up, smile returning, hand falling back behind him to lean on. Full optics looking at his purple buddy.
"Oh! I was bored. Not really, I'm actually really scared to sleep because I've been having creepy haunted mansion nightmares-"
Once again, a shift in expression would occur as he finished. His eyes hollowing with small yellow underlines, a projection of sweat dripping his visor's upper right.
"I mean bored! I totally meant bored! Haha."
Uzi would read with a raised brow, other brow fallen over her right optic. Her head was tilted about ten degrees left. Her mouth slightly gaped.
"Rriigghhtt."
Uzi would sound unimpressed with N's explanation.
The disassembly drone would look down, orbs blinking as his brow projections would flash down, revealing worry. He would lean forward, able to sit up without using his hands. Instead, he would twiddle awkwardly with his index fingers.
Uzi would roll her neck back, letting out a lengthy sigh. Why did he have to look so stupidly cute- WEIRD. He's just weird!
"Fine, you can stay over."
N's expression would brighten, eyes closing into crescents, fangs glistening in the purple light as he would smile.
"Like a sleepover?"
"NOT like a sleepover!"
Sleepovers are for little girls. What was she, eight? This was more like,,, he was just,,, sleeping with her!
Oh robo-god that came out wrong.
Uzi would shake her head rapidly, blinking that thought away as soon as it came in contact with her memory logs. Her visuals would focus back on N, who had already made himself very comfortable.
He was snuggled under her black comforter, only his head and fingers peeping out from the black sheets. His tail was off the side of the bed, gently swaying a safe distance from the pair.
Uzi would compare the sight to an abandoned puppy peeping out of a cardboard box.
This wasn't weird. Completely normal best bud stuff. Nothing romantic happening here!
She REALLY didn't want to lie on his chest and listen to his oil pump and have his arm around her waist as she closed her eyes and just forgot all of her problems for a blissful while-
Nope! None of that.
Uzi would crawl forward, lifting the left corner of the comforter to allow herself to slide in. She was closest to the wall, her back turned to N.
She wasn't blushing! The lines on her cheeks were from overheating! why was it so hot in here-!?
A high male voice would pipe up from behind her.
"Soo... that's what you wear under your sweater?"
"Yeah, I sleep in my shirt! So what? If it makes you uncomfortable go sleep somewhere else!"
The purple girl had her legs bent in slightly, her hands resting near her face. She would squish more into herself after her remark, flickering eyes looking at different points on her wall.
She didn't know how much time passed, the gentle shuffling of sheets behind her would cause her to relax a bit.
Just as the whispered "Night, Zi" would cause her to tense again.
It felt like ages before a ending whirr of a fan clicking off would sound, followed by steady, gentle breathing.
Uzi didn't realize she was holding in her breath. A quiet sigh escaping through her lips, optics closing as her body would rest its hydrolic muscles.
This was fine. Everything was fine.
The ambient purple light would glow against the walls of her room. The quiet murmuring of low-volume anime playing on her PC. The gentle heat on her back.
Uzi could find herself drifting away.
"Mgff..."
Uzi's eyes would shoot open. N had made a sound. Why did he make a sound?!
Please OH GOD don't be awake she could not handle another SECOND of her repressed feelings-
...
No more sounds. Just the breathing. The question was begged on why such a noise would escape N's voicebox during sleep mode.
Uzi would roll over to her stomach, propping her body up with her elbows against the mattress, her face highlighted with the yellow glow of N's light.
His visor read an error. Error 606? What did that mean?
Another gentle sound would escape N's lips, this time his body would recoil in a twitch. The words "SLEEP MODE" would flash onto his visor, before being replaced with the error number once again.
Uzi would offer a curous blink, followed with a hum of wonderment.
"Mmm..."
Eyes narrowed as she sifted through her algorithms to determine what could be the cause of N's sleep troubles. A memeory log would result in her searching; he had been having some nightmares, to the point he had trouble sleeping. Could nightmares get bad enough to where they might produce errors?
"Ahg,,"
A strained sound would emit from N, almost as if he was in pain. Uzi's brows would drop in worry for her friend. Out of all the people on this godforsaken planet, N probably deserved the least amount of pain... If you just ignore all the genocide he committed but who cares right? That was in the past!
Uzi would lie back down on her side, her back facing the cold wall, her front facing her warm buddy.
She would place her right hand over N's upper arm, feeling her sensors quickly fill with warmth.
The rest of her body suddenly felt awfully cold.
"Mm..."
A relaxed breath would leave N's mouth, his visor glitching, before revealing the words "SLEEP MODE" once again.
This was too cheesy.
Uzi's eyes would go flat. Really? HOLDING HIM solves his nightmare problem? OF COURSE it does! The universe just HAD TO tease her about her emotional repression didn't it?!
Fine. If this is what she had to do to help N, she would do it. She owned him at least one hug for all the times he's saved her life.
Uzi would shuffle closer the heated drone. Her chest pressed against his shoulder, left arm wrapped his torso.
This was awkward. Bad idea. This was weird and gross. He's going to wake up and think you're insane and clingy and hate you forever-
"Purrr..."
The body she was enveloping in her arm would turn, leaving Uzi utterly frozen.Her eyes were hollow, wide, terror filled.
Big arms would pull her into their care. His lips resting naturally on her forehead, pale body going still, a slow sigh, his breathing returning to gentle pace.
OH ROBO-JESUS SHE WAS GOING TO EXPLODE.
She was tangled in a web of N's limbs, one arm over her torso and one arm under her waist. He had a leg between hers, heel crossed over her leg on top. Not to mention his LIPS on her HEAD.
Uzi was left a sweaty mess. Her full optics slightly winced, mouth closed in a line. Five streaks of pixels would line where her cheeks would be. Digital sweat would press the forehead of her visor.
She was still. For so long. Muscles tense, he couldn't wake up. She needed to get out of this. She would never be able to live this down.
Her hands would slowly, carefully, push against his chest. Inching their bodies away at a snails pace.
It would be an agonizing 10 seconds for Uzi, before arms would squeeze her back into proximity, this time somehow CLOSER.
Her warm, blushed cheek felt cold compared to the chest it was pressed up against. His knee bent up to trap her legs farther, arms surrounded her in a closed hug.
She hated this sHE HATED THIS SHEHATEDTHIS-
Thrrump, thrrump, thrrump....
Thumping. Beating. It would make her chest hatch flutter. A sickly feeling, but an undeniable feeling nonetheless.
To hell if Uzi wouldn't deny it anyway.
The gentle rise and fall, just warm enough to provide a wonderful contrast to Copper 9's negative temperatures. Slow inhale and soft exhale. Her short body would find itself following these breaths.
Slow inhale... soft exhale...
This.... wasn't horrible.
The gentle purple glow of her optics reflecting his chest would begin to fade, as her half lidded eyes would blink slowly.
Her mind would drift into a nice 24 fps instead of the usual 60.
This was... nice. Having someone she could talk to. She could hang with. Someone who wouldn't leave her, or something.
Her arms wrapping around his upper torso, a squeeze, her small frame pressing flush against N's body. N would squirm for a moment in his slumber as he readjusted.
Maybe she could get used to this, gross, touchy stuff...
She hated being held. She hated how it made her feel. She hated how it warmed her up in all the right places. She hated how it was N, her best and only true confide, who was holding her so gingerly. She hated how he treated her so fragile, contrasting to his body, which was built to eat her alive... She hated how she liked him... and the weird feelings he gave her.... and how he deserved so much..... and she wanted to give him everything......
Perhaps, tomarrow she would find a way to work on N's little nightmare problem. She did have an old game controller lying around here somewhere...