Soft Reboot (Murder Drones Soft Reboot. Part 1)

Lighthouse - Maybe, Maybe Not

"Doll, you know. Your really cool for one of my friends.". N said, Doll looking at the completely passive mass murderer before her as they sat in the snow outside her colony and surrounded by what could be thousands of dead bodies. She would have to lie to say the atmosphere wasn't entirely welcoming but N seemed fine with it and she had to keep and eye on their newly acquired prisoner. 

"I, I am?". Doll tilted her head ever so slightly, a frosty wind playing with both her long and deep purple hair and N's lighter silver hear that was kept down by his odd headband. Of course the wind didn't do much to him, not even the chill seemed to have any effect. Doll sitting atop the damaged car she had once before tried to hide behind while her pending friend sat cross legged within the snow below her and holding a rock with a dumb smile carved into it. 

"Yeah, I don't want to be mean to Rockster but he seems less, animate... is that the word? As you.", N interrupted himself by pondering to the aptly named Rockster and holding it out like a skull, Doll's red eyes curiously looking at this as she thought. He can't have a pet rock for real, can he, honestly that is a pretty good name for one though. She brought herself back to reality just as N looked up at her, questioning. 

"Yes. Yes, N thats the word.". Doll assured him, her small waist tied pouch jangling slightly as she leant forward, placing her half gloved hands onto the still intact roof of the car and letting the cold seep into her fingers. A small smile formed on her lips as the girl stifled a yawn.

"Ok cool.". N grinned and held Rockster out away from him, Doll's eyes going wide in stunned disbelief for but a second as his tail started wagging while he wasn't looking at her. The girl covering her emotions up when he turned back around and tossed her the simple pet stone, both surprising her and giving her the opportunity she needed. 

"...Here, you hold him for a bit.". N said happily as she caught Rockster with one hand and he clambered up to join her on the car roof. The vehicle letting out a small grinding of despair as he sat on it and looked over at Doll. The wind dying down outside as it slowly grew brighter between the limited amount of building they could see through the spire's maw, small ice-sickles growing down from the numerous hands and faces in the walls. Morbid beauty that couldn't really be appreciated for the weirdly commendable amount of effort put into it purely because of what it was. 

"All good... Of course, I don't think Rockster would appreciate you saying that to him, poor baby.". Doll cooed to the stone as she held it close to her chest in mock support, like she was cradling a child. Her tease palpable in the air as she shoot N a smirk and went back to caring for the stone, soothing its many many burdens with calming words while N tried to hold back a small chuckle.

"Doll, Your?! Your not its actual mother.". N tried to protest but Doll just used that to her joke as well. The wind humming a soft song through the holes in the city, through the ruins of humanity something sung. 

"Aww, Rockster. You want me as your mother don't you? I'll keep you safe, don't think the big happy N would ever hurt you. He would, never.". She caught her pause on that last word and felt instantly like she had pressed the wrong dialogue option in a game, N just tilted his head ever so slightly while still trying to keep a straight face. Had the word went right past him, or was he trying not to laugh at it all the same. She got her answer. 

"I'd never... and Rockster can't answer you, he only talks to me.". N chirped smugly as he returned his face to a happier look. Briefly showing something that Doll couldn't quite decipher, the Russian girl's eyes softened just a tad in response as the wind passed to fill the silence. She had to at least say her mind, this was different. She shouldn't of said that the way she did, Doll's mind reasoned... But how, she did feel ok around him but he had also killed a fair few drones judging off by the spire alone. She was talking with a killer, why had she not avenged whichever poor family had lost someone to him yet. Doll didn't quite know yet, maybe she was just to tired from the nights activities to think straight... that excuse felt ill.