Soft Reboot (Murder Drones Soft Reboot. Part 1)

Lighthouse - And I Only Ask

The paper fitted nicely, easily even. Doll glanced at the device she had just opened, observing its bright blue plastic casing and almost cube like appearance while she grabbed her phone. Quickly connected it via the outdated Bluetooth method and then went and for a five-minute dive through her and Lizzy's messages to find what she was looking for, of course it had been a few images the blonde haired chick had sent her with zero context. Doll discovering the context was a request to make stickers of said images so Lizzy could assumedly decorate her stuff yet more cutesy addons, as almost everyone including her failed to do compared to her. With a couple more taps and a cat like blip that signalled that the small blue box, which was in fact a scavenged up thermal printer was ready and connected to her phone. Another tap later as a good minute of waiting and she had began business, if business could be counted as making Lizzy some kirby stickers as to pass the time. Fulfilling a promise to a friend as she did.

Doll went back to waiting, waiting for the stickers to finish and double checking the amount she had been asked to make. She had just enough paper left to make a little over fifteen and of course her friend had asked for exactly that amount, of which she was going to have to visit to collect them. Which would be fine, Lizzy visited often and Yeva trusted the cheerleader enough to give her the keycode into the building. That level of trust was impressive for her mother Doll thought as she switched through a couple of the other sticker designs and kept the printer on task. Five were already done and the other ten would be coming along quickly... Although, she didn't really have to make the exact amount, right?

Maybe someone else could have some?

Lizzy would have to be fine with a few less wouldn't she? Doll pondered on that question as a new idea came to mind along with a almost foreign feeling. A sudden surge in confidence maybe, she was yet unsure but it felt liberating at least. If it had of been an environment, she would of described it as sunny and warm but faintly windy like spring breezes that carry forward those beaten down by winters harshness. Thats it, she realised what it was as she printed the eleventh sticker and stopped the process. Had she finally grown tired enough of her stasis to want to put effort towards changing it, maybe.

Racking her now retained memory of the last time she had seen them, more accurately him but then again maybe a sticker would do J some good if not more than it would for N. She was tired of staying here, not that her house sucked but the sheer amount of nothing to do had gotten to the girl. Doll took a deep breath, told herself that this idea was silly and naive. Fix a friendship by giving them stickers and walking back to him intent to do her job and explain abandoning N just because she had felt scared, still felt scared. He may be the sweetest, goofiest drone she had met in a long while but that didn't counter the fact he was a murder drone and if he had survived this long he should have higher standards. Murder being the part that she automatically highlighted whenever thoughts of him first came to her mind, unscrambled visuals of her and him fighting together, sitting and talking that night after almost dying or almost dying for a second time. As much as that last memory was something she disliked Doll had to admit it still carried that same tint of silver freshness compared to the later days or the ones before she had met him.

That fight...

Her chest buzzed with a thrill whenever she remembered the swiftness of the warehouse brawl, still welcomely surprised at how competent she had been in that situation. Considering her abysmal fumble with trying to hunt a single murder drone had now turned to almost managing to take out two of the four drone death squad and befriend one. Three yellows and the elusive brutal blue one with only one yellow counting as a highly likely confirmed kill, Doll counted her supposed prisoners in her head before reevaluating what she knew on them. Just in case she saw them again, which was highly unlikely, Doll lied to herself. While V had been vaguely unremarkable in Doll's eyes asides for the pointed out connection N had with her and the nightmare giving and fear worthy reveal that the metal angels were really hard to properly put down. J and Rebecca meanwhile had been far more effective in their jobs and far more effective at almost making her join her father in the pages of a forgotten history book. That pair seemed to actually carry themselves in ways that proved them oddly worthy of the moniker of murder drone. Doll not liking the idea of getting on their hit list yet again, although J apparently wouldn't do much while the russian girl still held one of her valuables in hostage. Rebecca, well she seemed to be a loose cannon. One that needed to be put in check as the only active threat out of the three hopefully remaining killers.