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"Oh, you make me feel like a mausoleum full of Luna Moths, Jaybird," she responded to the compliment, feeling the braid finished being styled, the familiar weight of the hair she felt fully again, smiling joyfully before she pulled it over her shoulder and ran her hands down the length admiring J's handiwork. "It's so perfect, thank, you Jaybird!"
The First Sight - @xxrobotessaxx
The worker drone rubbed her LED screen, the bright light shining on her from the desk lamp above was bothering her. "Five more minutes..." she groaned, laying back down on her side. Wait... what? She turned over, scanning around with her platinum LED eyes until she finally saw the drone Tessa with the pale blue eyes. "I guess I'm no longer just the protectress in your dreams then?"
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.
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
Oh goodness gracious...
At this point just put Cyn in Witness Protection
my baby boy
Winning Smile.
;u; aaaaaaaaaa this is a good synopsis of how it went!
@urabsolutefwend you'll like this
part one
"Awww, Cyn, you're too precious and good," the drone replied, some happy tears in her eyes forming, "And you're also a little princess, you've been brave and strong for so long, and through so many tough things, and yet, here you still stand and I'm happy for you." Tessa started to hum the melody of Waltzing Matilda as she untied all the bows and set them aside. She laughed a little at Cyn's impression of herself. "Awww, just like when we used to play impressions," before she said in higher-pitched robotic voice, "I remember. We played this. Until Jaybird was. Annoyed. giggle!" She patted Cyn gently on the head before ceasing her melody as she stated cheerfully, "I sometimes get to wash the a wig while the drone is wearing it, but, it can be a little scary hearing a liquid that close to your auditory sensors..."
She turned on the taps letting warm hydrogen peroxide fill up the sink, the wig gently floating in the liquid while it fizzed, lifting away decades of dirt like it was nothing at all. "I love seeing it do this part, it looks so pretty seeing all the bubbles working their magic."
"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.
I miss my Jaybird... and her wavy hair
Okay but J with curly/wavy hair, yes? Yes.
Gotta say writing the comfort scenes for my J (and Tessa) fanfiction makes me sappy. Now I couldn't get the image out of my head that Tessa opens up Js hair to brush it and being like "omg what the fuck girl your HAIR!!!! it's gotten CURLY???"
just completely in awe & J not knowing how to take the compliments lol
(find the fanfiction here hehe shameless self ad: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59188150/chapters/150925069)
awww, so precious
How many crayons has N gone through this year?
To be honest? Not as many as you’d think! He also uses regular pencils now, says his art skills are expanding! Something about an… an? Anime? Book? I’m not sure, lil guy always has fun with it though!
A fanfic by my Mun, it's a memory I had long since forgotten. I guess Father used to care... that hurts so much more knowing everything now... but, it's so wholesome
Murder Drones Fanfic - Dear Old Dad - James Elliott story from before he became mean.
Warning, some characters might be OOC but maybe Tessa's parents used to be more kind and caring, making it so much worse for Tessa when they did finally change, anyways, enjoy the story!
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The birds sang on that sunny spring morning, the Elliott Manor full of light and laughter.
A four year old Tessa squealed with laughter as she tried to leap out of the way of her dad. "Oh no! A big crocodile!" the little ebony haired girl exclaimed as her father figure chased her with open arms.
"Rooooooar! I'm gonna gobble you up for mornin' smoko!" James called out, making his Aussie voice more grumbly and loud, he eventually caught his daughter and lifted her up. "Got ya! You silly girl!" the man in the tophat exclaimed, he wasn't in a suit today, but just in a sweater vest, some jeans, and his dress shirt.
Tessa stole the tophat off of her father as he held her up. "I got your hat Mr Crocodile! You gotta let me go now!" she exclaimed joyfully before putting it over top of the floppy bow that was barely held on since that was the bow she fell asleep wearing.
"Nope! Now it's time for morning brushies!" the Elliot family patriarch remarked with a laugh.
"I don't like to sit still," the little grey-eyed girl pouted cutely before she tucked her messy hair under the hat.
"Would you sit still for one of yer dad's silly songs?" James said in the silly crocodile voice
Tessa cheered happily for that suggestion, and she took off the hat and gave it back to the fellow holding her. "But only if we can play Kangaroo after!" she negotiated as she was set down on her bed.
James playfully waggled his finger at his daughter. "You drive a hard bargain, Missy," he teased before responding, "Done deal!" He untied the bow and picked up Tessa's brush, standing behind her and brushed the messy hair neat as he sang Tessa her favourite song.
"Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone Say you've knocked off for a smoko And you'll be back la-ater on Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue"
Tessa sang along with her father,
"True Blue, is it me and you Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo Is it standin' by your mate when he's in a fight Or just Vegemi-ite True Blue, I'm a-asking you"
They had a little giggle as James picked up some hair ties off of Tessa's night stand and braided her hair. He resumed singing
"Hey True Blue, can you bear the load Will you tie it up with ribbons Just to keep the show on the road Hey True Blue Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum"
Tessa laughed, still being a good girl and sitting still, "It's not ribbons, you're such a Mad Hatter!"
James tied a big bow at the top of one of Tessa's braids and laughed, "I'm not putting wire on ya, you daft little dingo!"
The two laughed a little, and once James finished his work he picked her up and put her on her shoulders. "Now, you're getting too big for Kangaroo, but we can still play Wallaby Ride."
The tot in the blue romper dress laughed as she was being lifted up onto her Father's shoulders. "Hold on, lil' jumbuck, we're going to the outback!" he teased before he started running with a spring in his step, Tessa holding on.
"Faster! Wallaby!" Tessa exclaimed with glee, holding on to her Father's shoulders, "We have to make it for morning smoko! Mr Robot is making strawberry muffins!" Tessa liked Mr. Robot, he was a drone with no real name, but he was the family's baker, he sometimes would let Tessa lick the spatula when he would bake cookies or cakes if she was in the kitchen.
James went slower though as they got to the staircase. "Hold on, pumpkin muffin, Wallaby's not so great at hoppin down hill."
The two made it safely down the stairs and then to the sunroom, the golden light glistening in. James had to stop and stare at his wife who was going through a blonde phase. "Goodness Gracious, Louise, you look beautiful."
Louisa looked up from her morning tea and blushed a little, looking away and responding a little reservedly, "You saw me after you picked me up from Xavier's two days ago, and you're still not over it?"
Tessa giggled as she was sat down at the breakfast table, "Mommy looks like a queen!"
The matriarch of the Elliott household couldn't help but smile at the raw assessment by her daughter, knowing that Tessa was at that stage where she would tell everything like how it was. "And you look like an adorable little lady," she responded as she lightly pinched Tessa's right cheek.
James sat down on the other side of Tessa, they were all on the same side of the table which they hardly ever did, but, he knew that Tessa preferred it that way. "Little Missy didn't want to sit still again, so I had to sing to her." "Dad sang me the one about me!" she exclaimed happily, putting her hands up joyfully. She looked proudly down for a second at her dark cool toned braids, believing that the song was about her because her hair was as she called it 'dark-dark-dark-dark-dark-dark blue' like her dad's was. "Because I've got dark-dark-dark-dark-dark-dark blue like Dad and the spots on the heeler you used to have Mum!"
The drone known by Tessa as 'Mr Robot' came into the room, bringing the muffins, as well as a hot chocolate for Tessa since she hadn't adjusted to tea yet.
Tessa beamed joyfully at the child-safe dark blue mug that was decorated with rainbow coloured stars, seeing the whipped topping, chocolate drizzle, and the little chocolate chip on top of that. "Yay! Mr Robot!" she trilled as she was given two muffins on her plate and handed her mug of chocolatey goodness.
James put a very little splash of, what Tessa called, 'silly juice' from a bottle with a bat on it into his morning tea before he said, "Louisa, I know you're working for me today, and I appreciate it but could you take a break around lunch hour so we could play in the garden?"
The grey-eyed girl stopped sipping on her cocoa, her eyes lit up joyfully before she exclaimed, "Wonderland?"
The blonde woman in the sunhat sighed and responded in her more posh Aussie accent, "Fine, fine... We can play Wonderland for Tessa," She smiled and took the top off of one of her muffins and cackled playfully, "Off with their heads!"
"Yay! The Queen of Hearts!" Tessa giggled happily, swinging her legs back and forth joyfully as she knew her Mum did the best impression of the Queen of Hearts, so much so sometimes it startled her a little, but then she remembered it was just a game.
James looked down to his 4 year old daughter, his dull blue eyes sparkling in adoration for the wonderful little lady he was raising. "And I'll always be the Mad Hatter, little dear," he said to Tessa as he patted her on the head.
Tessa asked in a cheeky tone, "Can you take me to statue world after smoko? I want to see the pretty angel statues!"
Louisa rolled her eyes, and responded in a somewhat serious voice, "James, you shouldn't be taking her to 'Statue World' she's too young for that."
"It's all part of life, Louise, and besides, Tessa likes seeing the birds in the willow tree near by."
Tessa stopped eating her muffin and flapped her arms and exclaimed, "CAW CAW! I'M A RAVEN"
James lightly ruffled Tessa's bangs and responded, "You're very good at pretending, we can pretend to be birds together then."
And so James and Tessa went to play in the garden after their breakfast, getting grass stains on their knees and mud on their shoes, but they didn't care, they were too busy having fun.
The End.
Hold on little Tessa, you can keep cozy in my nylon hair. It's nice and warm, keeps the cold of Copper 9 off my shoulders ^u^
if you're cold, she's cold, put her in your pocket!
Tessa's chapter 1 design for my fic! I'll make a promotional post for it soon... enjoy this tessa doodle while i prepare <3
Day 17 - Pick an AU - Dying and Getting Over it by @seraphont
She looked up from her sticker-covered laptop, her LED eyes that were on dull-low light turned bright as she saw Nate, digital tears trickled down. "Nate!" she exclaimed in a shaky voice, she got off the bed and held him up in a tight hug, but didn't swing him around like when she was a human girl, she just stood there, in the dark room, hugging Nate.
Her little Aussie voice chip let out soft sobs.
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.
"I'm... I'm right, Nate, I... I promise..." she stated, clearly not alright, as she set him down, looking away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this..." she stated, looking around the room at the mess of bottles, "And... that you see my room like this.."
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.
Tessa was a little embarrassed, but... like all the times when she got distressed as a little girl and Nate was there to help cheer her up, she nodded. "M-maybe... I could use some help cleaning up the bottles..."she asked gently, "If... that's okay.." She stood off her bed, and adjusted her long plain cotton dress and smiled weakly at Nate before she walked over and turned on the bedroom light.
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.
Wait what? O_o
*puts on her space helmet and starts running like a rugby player*
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.
She's starting to get too warm, she looks for a place to hide. Flies into an abandoned building and hides.
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.