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Dying sure hurt... I'm back now, F*CK YOU CYN!

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Just Read This To Cyn While Taking A Break From Trying To Break Down The Cellar Door. We Both Had Some

Just read this to Cyn while taking a break from trying to break down the cellar door. We both had some laughs. Good times.. though, I wonder how the author's thinking was based on something that happened. I remember waking up to my mother screaming down the hall, but I pretended to stay asleep.. It was... so bad... not even I could've fixed it if my mother had asked

Murder Drones Fanfic - Beautiful

A little drabble starring Cyn and the Solver in the manor for a change! The little drone and the Solver team up to help Tessa by getting revenge on someone for making a hurtful comment about their favourite human.

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The blackout curtains in the largest bedroom of the Elliott Manor kept the bright flashes of lightning out, yet the rumble of thunder was still audible through the bedroom balcony French style doors. Louisa stirred from a dream, yet kept her eyes closed, knowing that James wouldn't be home until the morning as he had been called away that evening to handle an issue at a manufacturing plant. She readjusted to be able to fall back asleep when her hand grazed something that was about the size of a feather and soft. She sighed and mumbled to herself, "Those confound drones, they need to fluff my pillows more gently, swan down stuffing is hard to come by." She felt more of it on her pillow, she let out a huff of aggravation before she opened her eyes, the dark room to the left of her, she felt a little light headed, and her neck felt unprotected and quite cold... --------------------------------------------------

Tessa had just finished her latest wig for a beloved drone, she had bleached it all day the previous day, and just had to do some final touches now. She gently braided the back sections of the slouchy little drone's new hair as she trilled, "Isn't this much better than that synthetic wig, Cyn?"

The little drone nodded a little, verbalizing her actions with a little "happy nod"

"Do you want me to call you something else now? Or do you still like Cyn?"

Cyn responded happily, "St-Still Cyn, please", she was doing the little raptor hands thing that felt comfortable for her.

Tessa tied a bow at the end of each braid and lightly squeezed the drone girl's shoulders. "There! Now you're beautiful like me!" the ebony haired human girl giggled as she leaned over Cyn's shoulders and looked in the mirror with the drone who was like a little sister to her.

"I-I like it, th-thank you, Tessa" Cyn glitched cheerfully, yet her tone was still monotonous, she couldn't really see Tessa that well, but, she still could see some similarities. She ran one of her hands over a plait at the front of her new hair-do and happily beeped "Pet!" before assessing proudly, "Soft and p-pretty"

Tessa put the lace adorned maid hat back onto Cyn's head, but, her happiness was short lived.

"TESSA JAMES ELLIOTT!" the witch-like Aussie voice shrieked from the doorway. The matriarch of the Elliott family stood pointing her fan at her daughter before she scolded, "And why aren't you getting ready for the family portrait? The one you ever so requested us to include your little rabble of dumpster pets in?"

Tessa looked down and whimpered, "Y-yes Mother... S-sorry Mother... I... I was just preparing my new one..."

The little drone tilted her head on an angle like a puppy-dog when she looked over to the woman, she couldn't see her that well because part of her visuals had been damaged when Tessa's dad put a bullet through her screen in her past life.

The woman piped up aggressively, scolding to her daughter, "Christ almighty! You both have the same rats nest look."

The human girl stepped back sadly, she fidgeted with a section of her hair.

"Worthless little ragamuffin! When I was your age, I had a proper hairstyle! And not," she pointed her fan at Tessa and wiggled it back and forth, wincing slightly as she stated, "Wh-whatever this is!"

Cyn tilted her head at the words, not speaking yet, she wanted to see what would happen. A small voice inside the little frail drone asked, "Would you like me to think of something to help Tessa?"

Cyn nodded as a confirmation to the voice within her.

"I will allow it for now, but please see to it that you look at dressing like a proper lady, Tessa," she scolded before she left the room.

Tessa hugged herself as she slid, back against the wall, down and sat on the floor. "Why does she have to be so mean?" she whispered.

"Hop down!" Cyn beeped as she got off the vanity desk's chair, she narrated her walking over to her favourite human, "Step, step, step, step, step." "... Wh-what is a raga-m-muffin?"

"Oh Cyn," Tessa soothed as she took a hold of the little drone's hands with hers, "It's a mean way of saying someone with messy hair... though... it's a cute sounding word."

"Ragamuffin d-does s-sound cute," Cyn chirped happily before she tilted her head, holding it slightly with one hand and insisted, "Sh-she isn't pretty l-like us... ragamuffins."

Tessa gently hugged the pale blonde drone and said, "Yeah, like a ragdoll and muffins, it sounds cute and cuddly." She tucked a curl of the yellow eyed drone's wig behind her left auditory sensor before soothing, "Thank you, Cyn... you always seem to see the bright side of things in a mad hatter way."

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A yellow lighted X appeared in the dark, flashing. Louisa couldn't see properly, but she knew it was a maid. The small trickle of light from a flash of lightning showed the glint of Louisa's sewing scissors as a wicked smile crawled across the drone's face. Louisa sat upright in fright, she tried to talk but there were no words. She felt something soft slide down her arm. She reached to touch what it was,

"Hair?!" the matriarch thought in horror, she slowly reached her hands up to her once lushious voluminous curls that, when not tied back, hung down past her chest. She felt what remained of her veil of glory, reduced to sprigs of uneven waves on the side, the top nothing but messy ringlets. She shrieked in horror.

The drone suddenly teleported to the ceiling, it's back faced to the matriarch. Her head spun around and the drone cackled before glitching, the Solver's voice speaking menacingly, the monotone voice sinister and cruel, "N-now you're b-beautiful like me, Mrs Elliott."

The doors on the balcony flew open, the curtains flying in the wind as thunder crashed outside and lightning flashes filled the room.

The freshly sheered Louisa sat staring up, the drone was gone. She looked down around her. Years and years of hard work, products, and perfect maintenance all for not. She fell asleep crying, distraught.

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Tessa sat at at the table in the sunroom, the storm had passed and it was going to be a beautiful day that she would go out and play in the garden with Cyn, N and J. She dined happily upon some waffles topped with strawberries that J had made for her, her legs swung back and forth happily.

James was already on his third morning spiked-tea after his long night of work. He laughed to Tessa since he was sleep deprived and tipsy, "I wonder where your mother is this morning, I can't wait to see her."

Tessa was careful to roll her eyes in a way that she wouldn't get caught. She was thankful that her father was inebriated since it meant he wouldn't be as mean to the drones that were bringing him top-ups of tea and scrambled eggs, but she didn't like him being all lovey-dovey with her mean mother. Louisa, walking tall, yet feeling disgraced, walked into the sunroom, a wide brimmed sunhat with a veil hanging over parts of it. "Good morning, James," she uttered in a shaken voice, she sat down across from him.

Tessa observed her mother, she knew the trouble wouldn't be worth it if she piped up about the one random chunk missing from her mother's eyebrow length bangs. She sat silently, eating her waffles, observing like a nature photographer

"You're wearing a hat to breakfast, Louise?" James asked curiously.

Louisa snapped slightly at her husband, "Well, look who's talking, you wear a top hat to breakfast all the time, and it's just us three."

The ebony haired girl picked up her cup of strawberry tea and sipped it, watching intensively like it was a sitcom, trying not to giggle.

James shrugged and responded, "Ya got me there, luv... It looks good though."

Louisa turned red from the compliment, she shut down the compliment as she responded, "I'm going to town to see Xavier..."

"Didn't you get your greys redyed last Thursday?" he added worriedly, he was starting to care as soon as he saw Louisa's eyes filled with insecurity, "You don't have to keep doing this, you can go grey and I'll still love you." He asked worriedly as he tried to hold her hand, "Did you have a bad night?"

"It was absolutely horrendous!" the woman with the now-shortened brunette hair almost retched as she spoke, she wanted to say what happened, but, she didn't want her husband to see her like this. She remarked curtly, "I am getting my hair cut, I-I need a change anyways. And don't stop me!"

Tessa raised an eyebrow, her mother hated getting more than just a trim. She huffed in annoyance of the memories of waiting for her mother to take her anywhere because Louisa would be gawking at herself in the mirror.

James kissed the back of his wife's hand and responded, "Well, you're going to look beautiful whatever you come back looking like, luv."

Louisa smacked his wrist with her fan and scolded her husband, "Save the sweet talk for when I come home." She didn't have the appetite for breakfast, so she took her cup of tea and a single blueberry scone with her before she walked away.

James looked over to Tessa and stated, "Well, after breakfast and smoko, I'm off to bed, Tessie. Can you hold down the fort while I sleep?" he waited for a response as he resumed eating his breakfast.

Tessa nodded proudly, she liked when her father was sleeping because she could be almost as loud as she wanted since he was a heavy sleeper. "Oh absolutely, Father! You can count on me!"

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Cyn hobbled into Tessa's room, she carried in her little hands a box. "H-hello Tessa," Cyn chirped in a monotone voice, she smiled cheerfully, "I h-have brought you some h-hair for a new wig."

The ebony haired girl ran over to Cyn and accepted the box. She opened it, recognizing the mahogany colour and perfectly curled texture, as well as the scent of perm formula and rose scented conditioner. Tessa looked to her little-sister like drone asking worriedly, "Where did you get this, Cyn?"

Cyn tilted her head and said happily, her monotone voice slightly having a little crescendo this time, "I got t-to be like y-you, big sister!" She took out of her apron the sewing scissors Tessa would always steal when she would 'play hairdresser' with a drone that needed a new look. She brandished them and opened and closed them, glitching happily, "Snippy snip!!" before she put them down on the ground stating, "Drop" She asked cutely with a little beep, "D-do you remember th-the Mad H-Hatter's words t-to Alice wh-when they met?"

Tessa stood silently, waiting for Cyn to finish her thought.

"Giggle! Y-your mother's h-hair wanted cutting," the slouchy drone trilled, tilting her head like a curious sparrow, holding her hands up to her face before smiling cutely, "Cute smile, innocent laugh, she didn't know it was me."

Tessa looked alarmed at first, then she started to smile and laugh. She picked up Cyn and hugged her. "Thank you, Cyn, you shouldn't risk yourself like that for me, but thank you."

The Solver talked through Cyn, responding cheerily, "I s-saw a problem and I-I s-solved it."

The End