Murder Drones Drabble - Too Loud TW// Verbal Abuse And Self Harm

Murder Drones Drabble - Too Loud TW// Verbal Abuse and Self Harm

TW// beratement, verbal abuse, gaslighting, mild self harm, emotional distress, corporate jobs

Tessa sat at her repair desk in her bedroom, not chained up, but definitely locked in, and she was hungry because she missing out on mid morning smoko. The now 16 year old girl mulled over what had happened earlier.

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It was a practice run for when Tessa would start working next year part time. She was sitting at the desk in the small office off of her father's, surrounded by branded pens and stationary. Opening the work e-mails, she noticed one regarding a bigger company hadn't been read yet, and she had been the one who assisted the last time with it. Tessa looked through the database and found the records and certificates needed for the subcontractor of JC Jensen and sent it off attached to a politely worded email that read:

'Dear Avery Johnson of Qlean Flow Solvents,

I hope this email finds you well, please note the documents attached as we had sent them prior. Hope this clears up any discrepancies, Sincerely,

Tessa James Elliott Office Assistant'

She was pleased with her work, noticing her father's voice from the next room over, she paid no mind until her desk phone rang. She didn't understand the need to use a landline sometimes, but, she still answered it. "JC Jensen, Elliott Office, Tessa speaking," she greeted in the corporate tone she had practiced with J for hours on.

The Aussie man on the other end, James Elliott himself, greeted over the phone, "No need to concern the email in regards to the Qlean Flow company, I handled it already with a phone call."

Tessa hesitated at first, but was kind of glad he didn't just walk in to tell her that, because he would've seen the nervousness on her face. "F-Father, I... I may have resent them the documents, but I worded the email politely and-" the ebony haired girl explained until she was interrupted.

"And why would you do that?" James Elliott remarked sharply, the Aussie man sighed in annoyance before Tessa could even talk, "Didn't you see that it was marked read?"

Tessa had opened the email when it was still unread, perhaps even at the same time as her father. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I must have opened it at the same time as you," the Elliott heiress apologized softly.

"What is it with your generation? All of you are daft dingoes. You don't build rapport with customers and business partners by 'emails and texts' you PHONE them."

Tessa tried to get in an apology but got interrupted.

"I mean, how would you feel if one of your drones didn't have the gall to tell you something important and sent you it through a text? Especially if it was something important," James rambled on and on over the phone, "It's like how people get divorces over text because they haven't pulled their head in. How disrespectful is that? And you SAW it was unread, right?" he was now starting to try to gaslight Tessa, not knowing the drone-adoring girl wouldn't be shaken that easily.

"N-no, I-I saw it was unread, I mean it, I'm sorry," she exclaimed in an apologetic tone, not realizing she was talking louder.

James lost his composure, even though this was his daughter, the only heir to his livelihood and someone he cared about when he had time to care or wasn't too busy or forgot, he yelled over the phone, "YOU DROP THAT TONE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!"

Tessa dropped the phone, she out of instinct grabbed at her wrist and squeezed hard where it was already bruised. She hated herself so much in that moment, 'maybe the pain would teach her a lesson' she thought to herself as the man who had given her middle name shouted at her.

"WE BOTH KNOW HOW THIS WILL END, WITH ME TAKING IT OUT ON A LIBRARY DRONE AND YOU CRYING IN THE CORNER AS YOU WATCH, SO YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT AT ME ANYMORE!"

Tessa pleaded, her voice smaller now, just above a whisper as she picked the receiver up, "I-I promise... I w-w-wasn't yelling, s-sir... I... I was just afraid... I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise."

James responded sternly, but at least he wasn't yelling now, "I think you need to go take smoko in your room, come back when you are better behaved."

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And Tessa remembered as soon as she went into her room, the doors had closed behind her and locked, she laughed to herself somberly and looked to the window, seeing the rain outside, she decided she would sneak out to the graveyard. If she wasn't wanted at 'work' then she'd at least go somewhere that she'd be able to forget everything for a while.

She grabbed her sewing scissors, the keys to the mausoleum, and a couple granola bars from the stash J had put under her bed to stuff into her messenger bag, before she unlocked her bedroom window, climbed out, and snuck along the garden's edge until she got below the willow tree. "I may as well make the best of this," she said to herself, heading through the archway to the graveyard.

The End

The sound of the claws dragging through her tresses made a repressed memory come to the forefront of Tessa's mind.

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"You let that little maid braid your hair again, didn't you?" Louisa shouted, drawing closer.

"Mother, please I!"

Louisa grabbed Tessa's wrist with her left hand and held up the sewing scissors in her right hand. "Too bad, and to think you looked so nice with longer front sections,"

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Tessa held her shoulder, the cold wind stinging her shoulders, the lightened weight of her security blanket leaving her core stinging with sorrow, LED tears streaming from her eyes. She screamed out in sorrow, holding what was left of one of her back plaits, "You're just as vile as my mother. Tell her hi when you go to Hell!" and with a swift kick to J's lower jaw, and taking a moment to push her shoulder ball back in, the drone Tessa ran through the now-open bunker doors and into the arms of her friend Jpeg, who had seen a HEAP of that unfold.

The door was slow to close, but she watched the J slowly rise from the kick.

starter for the account of @xxrobotessaxx

The sound of a voice singing could be heard floating through the cold wind from just past the ridge

"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he shoved that jumpbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Down came the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred Up came the troopers one, two, three Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag? You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

it was a woman's voice, with an Aussie accent.... what a stupid little soul, to be singing out in the open while there was a dangerous J on the prowl

She slowly emerged from the landing pod. Her optic sensors now alert, trying to figure out the source of the sound. A large bold X appears across her visor. Her mouth slightly opened, just enough for her fangs to be visible. She flew off, tracking down the women

She glides in the sky, getting closer to the source of the sound. She lands on a rooftop, looking over to see if anyones there. She had her claws drawn out.

The gift for Cyn

Oh, I mean, we've patched things up emotionally and we're like sisters now. It's nice to have someone to look out for, someone to treat the way I wish I was treated by my own family when I was alive the first time.

Tessa lied, keeping it a secret like the dark teal hair under her toque, only letting the bangs protrude out, "I had an accident, dear... It'll be alright,"

She rubbed her shoulder covered in gauze, wincing at the pain but felt it had healed some, "The Solver's doing it's job." Tessa let go of Nate and sat on the floor and started crying, sending a text to her darling @sd-lowercase-j ((don't worry you're not needed yet)) that she was alive, but injured.

Nate came out of Uzi's room upon the commotion

@nate-doorman-elliot

Tessa was standing in the Doorman household, wearing one of Nori's spare beanies and also her shoulder was bandaged with oil stained gauze. The blue-eyed drone, as soon as she saw Nate, she collapsed into his arms and started crying. "I'm so glad you're safe!" she whimpered, holding her little darling Nate closely.

Ref Sketch for Mauled Tessa - Feral J AU

@copper-9spurgatory is to thank for this... uhhh... "avant-garde" hairstyle.

part of the Feral J AU

-offering Feral J AU!Tessa some hair extensions-