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N wasn't used to this feeling. It was, for lack of a better word, new. He stood there in the hallway, watching the throng of other drones mill around between a class, his eyes locked in the only one he had any relationship with. It had become somewhat of a staple for him to wander around the bunker whenever he wasn't directly next to Uzi, and as such he often lost track of time when she was actually out of class and was free. Time, that apparently someone had taken advantage of. N wasn't familiar with the name of the drone that was currently leaning too close to her-
N started, as a flicker shot through him, he quickly glanced down and saw that one of his hands had unconsciously switched to talons, as if in response to a threat. Quickly looking around to check if anyone had seen, he managed to calm down and put it away. Shaking his head he walked towards Uzi, his steps somewhat quicker than they would naturally be. In the few short seconds it took to reach her, he had successfully masked any lingering discomfort or strange emotion. Without hesitation, he quickly scooped her up and placed her on his neck, a position that she hadn't been in for a while, but to N felt almost necessary in this moment.
“What the-! N! Cut it out!” Uzi's response was accompanied by a bonk on his head with only the thinnest veneer of hostility behind it.
The boy in front of them seemed taken aback, but quickly regained his balance.
“Oh, hey you're that Disassembly Drone guy, right?”
“Yep. That's me.” If the hint of malice in his tone was audible, no one present commented on it.
“Cool. So, anyways, like I was saying a second ago…”
As he started to prattle on about whatever topic he had deemed important enough to continue, even with a third party now involved, N felt a different feeling. Not the same unknown one from a minute ago, no this one was all-too familiar. In fact, the last time he had experienced it, was when he had been slaughtering his way through these very corridors. The overwhelming desire to slash through whatever was in front of him. He felt his body tighten up, his tail coming up to curl possessively around Uzi's leg, when his rising urge was broken by a small, soft fist once again impacting his head.
“Hey, dummy. Did you hear what I said? My dad wants to have some stupid conversation with me, so I'm ditching and sleeping with you and V in the pod tonight.”
Her words seemed to pacify whatever urge had begun to take over him, as though her voice had somehow sated him.
“Oh! Sure thing Uzi!” As he began marching down the hallways, almost subconsciously making sure that no one got too close to Uzi, N glanced back at him. He scowled and turned away, a half second too late to see the brief flicker of an x replacing N’s eyes for only a moment.
N couldn't sleep. He hung upside down, his gaze fixed on the small purple drone comfortably asleep in the pilot's chair. ‘ My chair’, some small, dark part of him thought. After several minutes of silent contemplation, he felt it again. That burning urge flowed through him, and he dropped to the floor, quickly and quietly climbing up the ladder.
Once outside he took to the sky and shot off towards the bunker like a bullet, quickly arriving. The nice door keeper let him in, and once out of sight, he shifted. Using the very same vents and ducts that J had once tried to kill everyone with, he surged forward, his mind blank but for one repeating mantra, a word that drowned out all rational thought or reason.
‘Mine’