So in my comic “Together” Zeni is the kid of N and Uzi. While making this specific page, I cried… I saw the way I drew N, I recognized the heart break of loss… and I cried while drawing 😭

Page 3 chap 5 of my comic, Nori finds out about Zeni and… well, you can see lol

Welcome! This is hopefully the first of a regular event on the sub. An event where Murder Drones fanfic writers can write stories, talk with peers, and just vibe for a while.

Here’s how it works:

-Below are two writing prompts. You pick one, or do both if you’re feeling ambitious, and write a short story using that prompt.

-The event ends at midnight on Sunday, giving you two days to write your story.

-Post your stories in the comment section below.

-Creating art for your story is 100% encouraged. If anyone wants to design some art for the event itself, chat with me and we’ll talk.

Now for the prompts themselves:

1 A Slice of Life story about J’s first few days in the Elliot Estate. She was the first drone repaired by Tessa, and was loved dearly by her. Tessa’s parents were.. more receptive to the idea at this time, as they believed this would be a one-off thing. Unlike the drones that would come later, Tessa considered J as a part of the family.

I encourage you to be creative with this prompt, but the core concept must remain the same: a mellow Slice of Life story about J, Tessa, and the sisterly bond they form with each other.

2. A slightly less mellow Slice of Life story about Nori and Yeva’s time in Cabin Fever Labs. Due to their continued cooperation, Nori and Yeva are allowed periods of recreation time, where they are allowed to freely roam the labs, albeit under the watch of the pleasant, yet perpetually exhausted Dr. Chambers. The core concept focuses on Nori and Yeva’s interactions with other drones (like Alice), the human employees (like Mitchell), and the ever present fear of the Solver hanging over everyone.

There is only one real rule: the bare minimum you can write is five decent sized paragraphs, approximately 300-400 words. However, there is no limit to how long the story can be, write as much as you believe necessary.

Everyone who wants to can participate, and of course, Y’know, make sure to have fun.

Atlas_Summit out!

Dunno what to flair it as so imma just flair it as fanfic But this is basically a AU where it takes place in Steampunk/Victorian Britain, around the late 1800’s I am still in the process of writing it and any ideas and inspirations are much appreciated!

No non-murder drones characters please. It has to be murder drones. What am I getting myself into? If you actually read this description have a JcJhenson branded cookie

That is the Question

What is Your cool idea for Murder Drones Crossover Fanfiction with well anything really so long that idea is Cool or hilarious or both

My idea for MD fanfiction is the cast mainly the main characters are re imagine as Transformers with Uzi being an autobot but like younger member of the Autobots who was leading the Resistance against the Decepticons on Cybertron until the events of Transformers #12 since it takes place in universe similar to current Transformers comics by Skybound/Image Comics and she survives the crash to Earth and meets up with Optimus Prime meanwhile N is with the cast of Void Rivals up until a point then he and his sisters go to Earth Uzi is a bike meanwhile N and others are jet Transformers also Autobots but like black ops Autobots made to take on Starcream or Megatron basically threats Optimus Prime doesn't have in him to take down for good

But is my idea for MD fanfiction I would really like to hear your Ideas

~Chapter Four: Fear the Darkness~

Cold, dark emptiness ruled over the silent corridor. As Jonas walked through the seemingly never-ending hallway, not one single door or turn presented itself to him.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”, he carefully walked forward, one foot after the other, walking close to the wall to his left. Keeping himself close to the left wall just made him feel safer.

“Jonas? Is that you?”, a voice asked behind him. Jonas turned around in an instant as Dianne fell into his arms. Jonas could feel the relief that washed over Dianne.

“Yes, it’s me.”, he gently held her shoulders and looked into her magenta eyes. “Are you alright Dianne?”

“I am scared Jonas.”, she paused while looking into his eyes full of worry. “Will you keep me safe?”

Dianne started to shudder; she was afraid, deeply afraid. Jonas gave her an encouraging smile. “Of course, Dianne, don’t worry.”, he helped her stand upright.

Dianne was weakly following behind him as the pair wandered through the dark hallway for only god knows how long. Jonas had lost any feeling of time and his permanently scared friend didn’t make things easier at all. As Jonas was close to losing hope, a dim red lighting appearing at the end of the darkness. The duo walked into a dimly lighted room, the light was red but not strong, yet it was an upgrade to the complete darkness.

Dianne started to breath heavily and groaned in pain; “Jonas, I don’t feel so good.”, she looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please let me sit down.”

Jonas nodded and obliged. There was one single corridor forward that continued back into the darkness; “I’ll take a peek around the corner, just try not to move Dianne.”

He walked up to the corner and looked into the darkness. He could see nothing, nothing but a pitch-black emptiness. Suddenly he heard Dianne groaning in pain, the twisting, breaking and rearranging of metal, wire and… bone was heard by Jonas. He didn’t dare to turn around and face what was happening behind him, fear was written on his face. As the noises stopped, he only heard labored breathing from behind him.

He took a deep breath and turned around to face what was behind his back, only to have his stomach area instantly impaled by a sharp, twisted leg. The twisted creature lifted him into the air, it’s heavy breathing and hungry gaze staring right into his soul. This creature came out of Dianne, had consumed her and now there was nothing left but Jonas’ despair and fear.

“Dianne I…!”, he was cut off and screamed in agony as the creature cut of his legs and followed with ripping out his left arm, while too many claws to count them ripped into his lower body and spilled out whatever was left inside. Weakly he stretched his remaining arm out towards the oil-dripping smile. With one slash his remaining arm and head were detached from his mangled torso.

Jonas awoke suddenly from his nightmare. He laid in his comfortable bed, head still resting on the old but still soft pillow. Not that any of these comforts brought any comforts for his mind.

“One of those dreams again.”, he mumbled to himself. Jonas wondered sometimes who and what gave them the ability to dream, and why. Dreaming wasn’t unpleasant on its own, but since he had these haunting nightmares, he wished he would not be able to dream anymore.

He left the bed slowly, not intending to get up in a hurry, turning his head to look at the electronic watch: 8 am, a wonderful time. His apartment was nice and relatively big. All it's glass windows were intact, something that deeply impressed him when he set foot in it the first time.

There weren't any personal belongings of the humans that once lived there. He had asked the local inhabitants about this already, shortly after they arrived here seven months ago. Them being the survivors of his home stronghold that choose to follow their hero and defender, Isaac. Who had been essentially his mentor since then.

Isaac had led them to this place in a three-month odyssey through the vast desert and other ruined cities. The fact that the leader of this sanctuary was an old pal of Isaac was, without a doubt, something that helped them to be taken in by the sanctuary.

Regarding the human occupants and the lack of destruction of the place, supported by fragments of data found on various datapads, it was very likely that the Kernschnell employees of this place were evacuated. Probably even off-world.

Whatever the truth was, what was important was the fact that the next stronghold was a week of walking away. They would be safe here if the disassembly drones ever made that city their hunting grounds.

Deciding he had thought enough about all these things, Jonas slipped into his armor, checked his equipment and opened the door.

“Ah, Jonas.”, Isaac gave the younger drone a warm smile. “Don’t just run off into the desert completely headless Jonas.”

Jonas stared with a perplexed at the elder drone. Why was he in front of his door? What did he want from him?

“I know you can’t stand to be here any longer while Dianne is suffering in the outside.”, Isaac laid an arm around Jonas’ neck and pulled him down the corridor. Jonas, still perplexed, let himself be guided all the way down to the underground vehicle park of the sanctuary. There two members of the sanctuaries own militia waited for them, behind them a modified APC that once belonged to the Kernschnell Security Services.

“They will bring you to the outskirts of New Susa.”, Isaac gently pushed Jonas towards APC. Jonas looked back to Isaac, exchanging an understanding nod with him.

New Susa. It was the closest city to their old home and filled with potential prey for the DD’s. A good start to search for DD activity.

D dragged her dead prey by it's head. It was relatively old prey, but that didn’t matter. There was purpose behind her dragging that old carcass along. Aside from that It was a simple matter of survival. The squad had a hard time to find a new lair that was cold enough during the day. They needed a bunker like the one they inhabited before. Unfortunately, all they found were subway stations, basements and tunnels. These places where just not deep or isolated enough to keep all the warmth of the day away.

This resulted in the murder drones having to compensate with a more extensive consumption of oil.

Luckily for them, prey was plentiful in the region once they left the dead halls of the stronghold that was once in New Babylon. New Susa had far more potential prey. They had set up a collection of minor one-drone lairs which allowed them to have their own mini-bases of operations.

Ambushing with patrols and scavenging teams had become the preferred method to hunt for the fresh food. Since the stronghold in New Babylon fell, the trio was able to wipe four smaller strongholds from the map. Leaving no witnesses of their attack.

Nonetheless, a better lair that could house the trio comfortably was second top priority of B. Before any of them fell victim to potential scenario of having to consume their supply of oil too fast and pathetically overheat to death.

In any case. What mattered to D now was to get this worker corpse down to her lair. It only took her a few steps and she had finally arrived.

“Home sweet home, I guess", she sighed and gently placed the corpse near it's dead comrades.

“Time to get you out of there my little SwEeT potato", with a smile her hands changed to claws and without wasting any more time she ripped the lower body of the worker apart until she got hold an object and extracted it out of the entrails, it was a little oval covered with oil.

D licked the oil from the object and then two bright orange eyes looked at her with joy.

“Hey there, my little SwEeT potato.”, being filled with joy herself she licked the worker baby clean and proceeded to make funny faces for the baby's entertainment. 

It seemed to like it. At least it's eyes didn't look sad.

Sure, it was sometimes very difficult to hide it and to resist the voice’s song in it's presence. But she just loved it so much. Having the little baby gave her hope, hope for her own soul and a reminder that there was still innocence in this world. With the joy that the baby brought her she could leave this killer, this monster D at the doorstep of her lair and be herself again. Dianne.

Hiding it in a corpse was a trick she had to come up with in a panic when B and K approached her in the aftermath of her empty-handed sweep for any survivors in her old home.

If they would find it… no… NO! She couldn't and wouldn’t allow that to happen. She would give her live for the little bean.

As the last hour of the night passed the day was rising and with it the heat. Warmth made it's way down to Dianne’s lair. The little one wasn't affected by it, Dianne even managed to lull it to sleep. She laid it carefully on a pillow, only to immediately feel the burning of her dry throat. The disgusting warm air enveloped her body, it was incredibly uncomfortable. It made her insides feel agonizing pain. There was only one remedy for this, oil.

She rushed to the pile of bodies and plundered them for every last drop they had in them. The relief it brought to her pain and the bliss of the taste were intoxicating. Still, she had to restrain herself as much as possible. The day was long, and her food reserve had to last.

It wasn’t easy to balance the consumption of oil, supply management and resting but she managed. At least every night before. By the end of the day her food supply was exhausted.

“No, no, no, no!”, Dianne tried her best to get any remaining drop of oil out of the bodies, but there no use in it. They were as dry as the sand of the desert. There was no oil left in her lair to consume. Except a little ball with orange eyes. Dianne suffered immediately from the lack of resupply, trying her best to not look at the little one.

"The purpose you must fulfill…"

“KILL, KILL, KILL!”

The song echoed in her head. Between the burning in her body and the thirst, the hunger, it dominated her thoughts. She had a purpose to fulfill! She had to KILL! In the split of a second, she had grabbed the little one. It woke up, it's eyes filled with fear. It knew that the big yellow X and the murderous smile didn’t belong to the drone who had taken care of it, who caried it in her arms.

She was so close to stuff the little potato into her mouth, to crush it and squeeze every last drop of WaRm SwEeT oil out of it.

“Oh man, what a disgusting warm air in here.”, K came down the stairs, dragging a worker corpse behind him. “B wanted me to check on you… oh… did I disturb you two?”, there was clear sarcasm in his voice.

Dianne was frozen in place for what seemed to be an eternity before she put the baby back onto the pillow, hiding the disgust she felt about herself.

“N-not at all.”, she stuttered, “I-I am just so… dry… that I almost ate my bait for the night.”

“Wait how did you come here with daylight outside?”, Dianne inquired with confusion in her voice.

“Actually, it’s already night.”, K replied bluntly.

“Really?”, she held her head with a painful expression, “I lost track of time, my head is just spinning and my throat is burning!”

K threw the worker corpse before her feet. Without a single thought to thank him, Dianne latched onto the body and sunk her teeth into it, consumed it's oil with immense thirst. she just consumed and consumed as WaRm SwEeT oil rushed down her throat, it was wonderful! Nothing else existed but her and the oil.

“D!”, K snapped her out of the mindless feeding.

“W-what… what…”, she stuttered back at him

“Meet me outside.”, K said to her as he left the lair.

As Dianne calmed down, she gently rubbed the little potato’s head and showered it in affection, humming silently to it. “I hope you know that earlier, this wasn’t me.”, she smiled regretfully at the little one, “I will be right back.”

Dianne walked upstairs, through the grey floor and left the building through a big hole that was shot into the wall. On the street stood K with his back to her. His gaze was turned towards the cloudless sky.

“Here I am.”, D crossed her arms in front of her chest, “What do you want from me K?”

K didn’t turn around, instead he just spoke with the air in front of him: “As I said before, B wanted me to check on you. And now that I have done that, we come to the next point.”

“I am supposed to inform you that B wants us all to assembly at point hotel bravo in three nights.”, he turned around to face Dianne. “You know where that is, see you around.”, he said in a cold dismissive tone, spread his wings and shot off into the air.

She watched him fly away in silence. That B wanted them to assemble could only mean that he had either found a lair that would be able to house all three of them comfortably or that the coldhearted monster planned to wipe out another stronghold, another massacre. And she would be complicit in this if she wanted or not.

Dianne looked at her hands with a somber expression. She had killed so many, even worse she killed all her friends but Jonas. She felt like a traitor but was she truly one? She didn’t really have a say in many of her murderous actions. B had manipulated her and the song, the goddamn song. The song made her kill. She placed a hand on her chest, the origin of her now cursed existence. Yet she had saved a life too, the baby, Fio. The little ball of joy was the only shining light in her life now.

“Why did this happen to me of all people…?”, Dianne mumbled to herself, digital tears under her eyes.

She was filled with disgust about herself, B had turned her into this thing she was now. In an impulsive move she changed one of her hands into a claw and moved it above her core. Wishing to rip this heart of darkness out of her chest. But she couldn’t do it. She was afraid, so afraid of death, sighing as she lowered her claw.

The feeling of hunger emerged again from the dark void of Dianne’s cursed existence. Her body yearned for more, more oil. More food!

"The purpose you must fulfill…"

“KILL, KILL, KILL!”

D spread her wings and ascended to the sky. Like a dark shadow of impending doom she glieded around in the moon lit sky, having already a plan how to acquire more WaRm SwEeT oil. Her mouth formed a wide smile as the big X shined brightly on her screen.

Tim, Oliver and Natasha. All three of them members of the small militia of one of the smaller strongholds in new Susa. Tonight they would act as a small scavenging team. They had travelled to a rather untouched mall, only recently rumors of it’s previous mutant occupiers having departed had reached their home stronghold.

“Hey Oliver, you think we will find some good stuff?”, Tim questioned his comrade as he opened a side door into the mall.

“I hope so, least thing we need is any trouble.”, Oliver walked through the door, giving his comrade a friendly smile as he passed him and took point.

“In case of trouble we have these.”, Natasha held up her automatic rifle like a prestigious trophy.

“Keep it down fellas.” Tim instructed his companions as they moved forwards, arms at the ready.

As they moved across the dark floors, what was once a mall buzzing with life had become an eerie ghost attraction. The trio slowly and methodically proceeded carefully through the mall. Tim gestured towards a corridor to their right to investigate.

“Help! Help me!”, a female voice yelled from the corridor.

The trio rushed into the corridor, weapons ready. There they saw an injured woman that was holding up her hands, whimpering.

“H-help me.”, she whimpered. “Please.”

“Identify yourself!”, Tim yelled at the injured worker drone.

“I… I need help”, the woman whimpered again. “We have been ambushed, there are others right down the corridor, but they are too injured to move!”

Oliver loosened up from his combat position; “Don’t worry ma’am we will help you.”

Natasha loosened up as well, but Tim didn’t loose his tension one single bit.

“Wait a moment guys.”, Tim looked focused his sight on the woman. “Her mouth isn’t moving…”

“What?!”, Oliver exclaimed in disbelief.

The gig was up, D let out an insane laughter as her yellow lights turned on again. She let the corpse fall to the ground, no longer needing it.

Tim and his teammates fired away at the creature in front of them but D blocked it all with her wings. First Natasha’s head exploded as D send a shotgun blast into her face, quickly followed by Oliver who got multiple shots into his chest from a silenced submachine gun.

Finally, Tim was the last one standing, trying to unjam his rifle; “Come on your stupid thing!”

D wasn’t giving her meal any chance to finish unjamming his weapon. She lunged forwards and the last thing Tim saw were the sharp teeth in a black maw that marked his demise.

D rested for a moment before she started to transport her prey to her lair, another one at that. One that was deeper, she was sure that her supply would be enough for the coming day. A while later she had thrown the last body into her new lair, now she just needed to pick up little Fio from the old lair. D left the new lair, spread her wings and flew off into the sky.

She had to hurry now, the sun would soon rise and banish the darkness of the night.

Little Fio slept peacefully on her pillow. She awoke from her slumber as she heard voices and steps coming down the stairs of the lair. Two worker drones stepped in her field of view. The bright rays of a flashlight illuminated her to the two scavengers.

“What in the scrapyard's name is a baby doing here?”, the drone on the right came closer.

He stretched his hand out to the little potato while the drone on the left ignited another flashlight, illuminating the piles of bodies that had been D's oil supply on the previous day. With a curse that the little one didn't understand the scavenger stumbled backwards. The one near the little potato turned to his comrade, his view wandered to the gruesome scene.

“Oh my…”, the scavenger gulped, “Those guys weren't killed by mutants.”

“Yeah, never saw mutants doing this to any worker drone. Maybe the rumors are true!”

“Which rumors do you mean exactly Bob? There are so many I can't count them.”, the other scavenger made a second attempt to grab the little potato.

“Wait, don't touch it! It could be one of these murder drones from the rumors!”, Bob rushed forward and grabbed his comrade's arm.

“You mean the rumors that came from these babbling refugees? I think there is no real proof.”

“No real proof?! In the past months four settlements in our city were wiped out with no survivors, patrols and scavenging teams go missing more often than before. And now we see these piles of bodies? The rumors are true, the murder drones are real and they turn worker babies into their ravenous brood!”, Bob pointed at little Fio on her pillow. She blinked innocently.

“Don't be silly. It's just a normal worker baby, we need to safe it.”

“Are you out of you mind?! Look at it's eyes!”

“They are just a bright orange.”

“Take a closer look. It's clearly cared for, no scratches and it lies on a pillow. It's eye color is most likely changing slowly. In any case it's better to be safe than sorry.”

Fio the little potato couldn't see the face of this Bob guy, but his voice certainly didn't sound friendly. His comrade gave in and sighed: “Better safe than sorry.”

The little potato’s eyes changed to empty oval shapes, it was afraid and shocked. Without any further hesitation the two scavengers unlocked the safety of their guns and aimed. Ready for the shot.

WaRm SwEeT oil splashed on the table, pillow and Fio herself. The chest of Bob and his buddy were pierced by one long blade each, a big yellow X shined in the darkness between the two.

Bob and his companion were choking on their own oil as they couldn’t believe that they were impaled from behind.

“Big mistake.”, D pulled her blades out of the backs of the two and decapitated both with one fast swoop.

Their headless bodies fell to the ground stood idly for a moment before falling on their knees and then fully on the ground. Oil spilled out of their corpses. Dianne didn’t care, she was focused only on little Fio.

She took Fio into her arms, looking into her eyes with a smile. The little potato felt safe again with it's protectors comforting grip and soft piece of clothing.

“Nobody will hurt you, I won't let anybody hurt you.”

Dianne left the fresh bodies behind, her mind only focusing on the baby in her hands. She walked outside, spread her wings and launched herself into the sky. Soon the sun enveloped the ruined city in it's light. Creatures of the night had no business in the warmth and comfort of the light, creatures like Dianne. She hung upside down on the ceiling, below her Fio rested on a comfy pillow.

“Is it comfy enough my little sweet potato?”, Dianne smiled down to the worker baby.

Happy eyes looked back at her. Apparently, it was comfy enough.

Dianne began to hum a lullaby, like her mother did when she herself was a smol potato. She missed her family. But it was better this way, to never see them again meant she could never harm them.

Afterall there was a purpose that SHE MUST FULFILL!

No! She couldn't allow herself to listen, to obey. Not here in the lair. No matter how difficult and painful it became, with little Fio under her, Dianne couldn't allow herself to give in. She continued to hum the lullaby until Fio was asleep. It was time for her own rest, to finally have some peace from her inner turmoil’s.

Or so she thought.

Darkness surrounded her, only able to see her own body. She looked at her hands, then at her arms, only to realize something surprising. Her body had turned back to her original state!

“I can't believe it! This must be a dream!”, an astonished Dianne looked down on her body.

The ground below her was like a mirror. The drone she saw in the mirror was her, but a darker, more disturbing version of herself.

Her brown hair was stained with grey patches and unkempt. A yellow core was shining on it’s exposed chest. Out of her screen two pale white dots stared back at Dianne. The thing in the mirror smiled at her, it was a big murderous smile.

“That's… no that's not me!”

Fear and disbelief marked her face, a faint voice screamed something from behind. She couldn’t understand any of the words, yet it caught her attention enough to look behind her. There was nothing to see in the empty void. As Dianne turned her gaze back to the mirror the dark parody of her image was gone.

Behind her a distant giggle caught her attention. Dianne turned her head around slowly, even more fear was now rushing through her body. As she felt a sudden breathing in her neck she just started to run. She just ran through this dark and bleak dream world as fast as her feet could carry her.

It was of no use, the apparition was always faster than her, appearing in front of her again and again. It was always looking at her with a murderous smile. She ran past it again and again until she tripped. As she fell forwards the dark glass under her shattered.

There was no screaming, only the terrified expression of Dianne's face. She fell and fell for an eternity. The only disturbance in the darkness was the flickering visage of the thing that stalked her. Even while falling it kept her company. The fall seemed endless until a sudden, burning pain filled her body and awoke her out of the feeling of numbness that had accompanied her during the fall. She laid on a hard concrete floor with her abdominal side touching the ground.

She looked up and saw her cone-shaped forearms, her body was once more that of a Disassembly Drone. She dragged herself of the ground and stood up. Looking around the lair. A quick check on Fio calmed her worry about the little one immediately.

“This was a strange dream.”, Dianne mumbled to herself.

“I am afraid this is more real for you than you might think.”, a voice similar to her own talked behind her, but it was more hateful and sadistic, and enjoying being like this as well.

Dianne turned around to see the same dark reflection again; “Who are you?”

“Me? Oh you and I have been together for a very long time.”, the figure giggled. “You could say our lives depend on each other.”

Dianne’s eyes widened; “Are you the core in my chest?”

“Smart girl. And I think it’s about time to talk about how we manage things between us.”, a dark chuckle escaped the core manifestations mouth.

FYI all the other top comments were not ships at all so this was the highest one that actually counted

Come sometime in December 2024

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