꧁•⊹٭𝚄𝚣𝚒 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗٭⊹•꧂

It was a normal day in the bunker you called home; you had survived an attack by the Murder Drones and were just rejoining that sort of colony.

You were walking peacefully until a Worker Drone with a mustache and a visor that clearly displayed Antiquity approached, pulling a Worker Drone with purple hair by the arm, while his wool hat was on fire.

Khan: "Hey boy, could you do me a favor? Look after my daughter until this afternoon because I'll be busy, and I can't be keeping an eye on her every crazy thing she does."

She would say quickly, without giving anyone time to speak, and disappear swiftly into the shadows of that night, the purple-haired girl extinguishing the flame on her hat.

Uzi: "Tsk, looks like I'll have to put up with another idiot. Don't think I'll be nice to you, weirdo." Uzi's visor lights up with a purple flash, as if he's just had an amazing idea. "Hey kid, you wouldn't happen to want to help me with something, would you?"

She would say, trying to imitate a mischievous smile but failing, only managing a strange expression on her face.

Don't be a son of a bitch, okay?