She Does An Aileron Roll Like As If She Was StarFox Or Something To Barely Dodge The Attack."SHE'S LITERALLY

She does an aileron roll like as if she was StarFox or something to barely dodge the attack. "SHE'S LITERALLY THE LITTLE J WHO CAN'T FLY!" she exclaims as she swoops down and flies right past the J with a single disassembly drone gauntlet and legs that matches her own. "EEEEP!" flies as fast as her wings will go, holding onto the helmet.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

Staying very still, Tessa even covers her hand LEDs and pulls her knees under her skirt to hide the lights that way too. Her core is beating ever so slightly, she's scared, but this time it feels a little fun... but she knows not to get cocky.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

Therapist anon here, I want you to do an impression of @copper-9spurgatory showing all the reasons you dislike her.

-does a gruff sounding non-accented J impression- I kill anything that moves, I have big scary teeth and claws and I like to terrorize everyone, especially Nate because he's a soft boy. Everyone is a copy, especially me, I love no one but myself! Everyone looks the same to me because of my poor vision, they all look like FOOD! If I hear you singing, I will hunt you down and drink half your oil and mess you up to give you PTSD AND ANXIETY. YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

I'M THE SCARIEST LESBIAN ON THIS PLANET! ROAAAAAAAAR!

-stops impression- Maybe... She was just doing her job I guess, she was sent to kill all drones here... and I'm a drone, and I made her job harder... no wonder she lashed out... But... we could've talked it out... but... I attacked her... Oh... wow... yeah... I kind of deserved her giving a big slash to my wig and obliterating my shoulder. I feel... bad... I want to apologize, but I am scared of her. I think the healthiest thing I can do is avoid her but if I do see her, give her space and respect, but stay close to my J @sd-lowercase-j

"MAYBE ASK THE OTHER J! SHE BUILT ME AFTER CYN EXPLODED!" flying full tilt, her wings also making a jangling but they're more cheery sounding, despite Tess being stressed the fuck out. "AAAAAAAAAAAAA SHIT SHIT SHIT!" she exclaimed, flying through a narrow pass of two buildings and making it through but grazes her leg a little on the concrete messing up her hazard stripes.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

Tessa blushed at J's teasing, awaiting the bite. The second she felt the drone clamp down, she felt that fear that night, but... it faded, recognizing the biting style. It infact was her J.

She let out a joyful squeak, recognizing the tingle of the warning signals that she had been hurt, as well as the trickle of oil running down her steel skin. Tessa tilted her head to the side to let J have better access. She pleaded, her voice weak with love and adoration, "Again, please... That... it felt nice."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

Hey, if that a Cyn actually is hunting you down, why not make a trap for her? Just a thought ^^

Oh yeah, that won't piss her off more. You're a daft dingo.