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N slowly walked down the hallway of the disassembly drone rooms. He had just come from getting himself absolutely wrecked during training, followed by complete and utter humiliation as he was grabbed by the tail, and tied on a lamppost for everyone to come laugh at. They're just helping me, he'd always tell himself. Just helping me.
But it was taking its toll. N always tried to keep up a cheerful attitude and have a playful smile on his face, but it was getting harder and harder. The effects of the humiliations and bullying was starting to chip away at N's usually cheerful personality. There were times when he'd accidently crush his teddy bear, or make a small dent in the walls. He'd assume it was a mistake on his part, but it was no mistake. He was boiling up. A part of him wanted to get back at them. Have them face consequences for their actions, but it was small. He'd dismiss it by assuming the best. They were just teaching him how to be prepared for actual bullies, right? Surely they aren't actually bullying him...
Right?
Flashback
It was Prom day. Everyone was preparing for the huge event. Including Y, mysteriously. N got excited. The letter he got from her had him over the moon. She sent me a letter asking me out? he thought. He would finally have the chance to ask her out! Maybe she'd agree on a date! N thought giddily. Humming as he prepared his suit, he put on his dress shirt, suit jacket, tie, and pants. Checking himself out in the mirror, he looked stellar "Looking dapper N! Y is surely going to like you now!" He said, doing the finger guns. Before leaving his room, he did a quick last minute check before picking up the bouquet of flower he had gotten for Y before exiting his room started to head for hers.
As he was walking, four disassembly drones watched him from around the corner. These drones were A, B, F, and K. They were all snickering to each other.
"Hey A, how much you want to fucking bet how fucking fast that Y is going to fucking reject N and his motherfucking stupid ass proposal?" K suggested, displaying an X on his visor, grinning maliciously.
"Oh I bet! 3 pounds of flakes he get's rejected in 15 seconds. Top!" He bets eagerly. "I can't believe he fell for it. Y doesn't even write like that!"
"N is such a tonto. Senorita Y wouldn't even give him a chance!" F teased.
*knock knock* "Hey Y!"
Y opened her door, and her face look extra irritated. "What?"
N gasped. Y was going to prom! The letter was real after all! That dress looks pretty on her too. "Hi Y! Ready to go to prom with me?"
"F##k off!" Y slammed the door in his face, the deadbolt locking very loudly. N whimpered as he slowly walked away, hurt and rejected. To say K, A, B, and F were laughing their asses off would be an understatement.
N slowly walked, stifling a sniff as he trudged towards the prom event. Maybe I should try later, he thought, trying to put up a smile, stifling back small tears that had appeared on his visor. She surely didn't mean to act like that, right?
N was barely keeping it together. His visor, which usually displayed a happy and chirpy face, was now twitching with anger. There was a volcano in him, and one little thing would set it off. He was near his room, when he noticed that F was approaching him.
"Hola hermano! Buenos dias! Could you help me out with something?"
"Sure!" N replied, trying to crack a smile. "I love doing anything!"
"Thanks N. Could you maybe stand still right there? I'm trying picture something." F smiled, watching K from behind, carrying a bucket full of something, an X on his visor.
"Alrighty N. Just stand still until I say stop"
"Ok! That seems easy to do-" *SPLASH*
K dumped the bucket on top of N, which was filled with trash from the cafeteria. N screamed, dropping to his knees, trying to get the gunk off him.
"HAHAHHA! Maybe next time you should know when you're walking into a trap, little twerp!" A said, pointing and laughing at him.
"Hey everyone! Look at N. He can't even process that he got punked!"
Soon, pretty much everyone was laughing it him. Some were even throwing pieces of paper on him, further causing everyone to laugh. Even Y, the girl who he had a crush on, was snickering to herself. It was too much. He put his hands on his ears, putting his head down, closing his eyes to avoid seeing everyone laughing. He was getting angrier. Tears started to appear on his eyes. So it was true, he thought. Everyone here doesn't like me. They were just using me as the little punching bag. Everywhere around him, they were belittling him. Calling him names. Even making fun of his love life.
"Look at him, he's not even standing up for himself!"
"What a waste of metal!"
"N couldn't even surpass us in kills, how is he even still alive?"
"Hey N! Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows motherfucker! This is the real world! Man up you little bitch!"
"N! Keep crying! More entertainment for the rest of us!"
But one remark spiked a hole through his core. Out of all the people he was hearing, his audio receptors honed in on Y. And what she said, caused him to break.
"I don't fell bad for you N. I don't even like you that much." followed by a little snicker.
That was it.
The last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Will everyone.......please......SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!" N roared. Everyone quieted down, but didn't quiet down their snickering and muttering.
K stepped forward. "Oh fucking yeah N? What you fucking going to do about it, little bit-" He was cut off by N grabbing him by the neck. N slowly raised his head, showing everyone his anger, his sadness, his emotion.
Before he could react, N launched his other fist up and uppercut K to the ceiling. The Disassembly drone landed on his face, slowly peeling off the ceiling and landing on the floor in front N's foot, which was swiftly kicked into K's side. Needless to say, everyone else was shocked. What has gotten into N?
"I DO NOT WANT ANY OF YOU TO "SPARE ME" BECAUSE OF SOME *sniff* FUCKING PRANK PULLED ON ME!" N shouted, sniffling tears looking around the room to see the faces he now hated look shocked, some even a little scared.
"I just want you all to acknowledge *hic* that the bullying you do to me...IS UNFUCKING JUSTIFIED!!...I want every single one of you to know, *sniff* that anyone who fucks around, THEY WILL FUCKING FIND OUT!!....So I am the stupid little bitch, the Disassembly drone that can't do shit right? I can't kill...THAT WHAT FUCKING LINE AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE CROSSED?!"
Everyone slowly backed away. They certainly weren’t prepared to be yelled at, let alone by N of all people.
N continues. "How many Workers, right? How many sons, yeah, have you all cut, killed, murdered? Fucking butchered, without any remorse? Just sent them straight to fucking hell didn't you? JUST LIKE ME!!...... All of you fucking stand there. All of you judging me? Standing there and telling me how to DO MY FUCKING JOB?! ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!! ASSHOLES WHO LITERALLY PICK ON THE LITTLEST ONE BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL TALLER!! NEWSFLASH PRICKS: IT DOESN'T!"
He turns to Y, now looking back with a wave of guilt and shame. "What about you Y? You feel better about yourself? After you FUCKING REJECTED ME LIKE THAT?! I got a letter from you! I was so excited! I EVEN BOUGHT A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FOR YOU WITH MY OWN TOKENS!"
Y's eyes hollowed. The letter he got. Did she become a tool for a prank? "Um...N, I'm sorry, but uh.. I didn't write tha-"
"So you didn't write it. AND YET YOU STILL SLAMMED THE DOOR ON ME?! You could've said, 'sorry N, but I didn't write that', BUT YOU CHOSE TO SLAM THAT DOOR!!"
Y tried to calm him down. "N! Please! I'm so sorry-"
"Save it" N gritted. Y slowly put her head down in defeat. N turned, slowly until his eyes met with I. I was silent, a look of slight worry on her face. "So I, me personally, I quite don't understand you. But WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?! EVERYTIME YOU SEE ME, YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO WANT TO MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE!!"
I slowly reached into her pockets and pulled a notepad and pen. She starts to write, albeit with a slight twitch in her hands. She rips off the paper and slowly shows it to N. "Your dad is the reason I can't talk."
N raised his eyebrow at this. "Really? So what did my father do? Accidently shoot a bullet at your voice box? Rendering you unable to speak huh? Ok then...WHY THE FUCK AM I THE ONE WHO IS ALWAYS BEING ATTACKED?!" I didn't write anything. She started to feel as if all the times she silently cursed N behind his back, were so unreasonable.
"I DON'T GET THAT MINDSET. 'OH, SOME GUY RENDERED ME UNABLE TO TALK. LET ME JUST ATTACK HIS FAMILY RATHER THAN HIM.' WHAT KIND OF MENTALITY IS THAT?!"
I kept silent. As did everyone else. And they had no choice, because this side of N was one they would never forget.
N released on everyone. No one was safe, and for good reason. Most of them, if not all, intentionally or unintentionally played a part in N being bullied, harassed, and belittled. As he yelled, N started to lose more feelings. The once cheerful and happy-go-lucky N they once knew was now replaced by silence; a hard wall building up around his heart. Now with no remorse, he would become a different person. And this person now knew only violence. One might say, he even has vitriol.
N turned back to Y.
"I loved you Y. I had a crush on you. And this is how you acknowledge someone who likes you? Don't think of yourself as any better." And with that, N slowly stomped his way towards his room, everyone hastily making way for him. "Assholes..." He muttered, as he slammed his door, and swiftly locking the bolt.
Y looked up to where N went, a steady stream of tears rolling down her visor. Clutching her circulator with one hand and reaching out with her other, trying to muster up the words.
"N... please. I'm so sorry."