“ But the important thing is that I try not to kill anymore unless I absolutely have to. The worst I do nowadays is eat drone corpses. Not great, but I need to consume their oil to keep myself from overheating and dying due to my intentionally faulty cooling system. “

…

“ Please don’t freak out— “

“ I actually used to be a worker drone myself before that… that thing got to me… it’s a really long and complicated story that I can barely even remember the details of myself due to my memories getting scrambled. “

The drone kept her head down as she spoke. She almost looked like a scolded puppy.

“ Back where I’m from, basically every single robot that I know is some type of drone originally produced by a company called JCJenson in Spaaaaacee. Yes, that’s the actual name, extra letters and all. It’s honestly pretty dumb. “

She shrugged her shoulders.

“ I’m a disassembly drone. “

The other robot awkwardly waved. It seemed like she was just as unsure about this as Roz was…

—screen that made up the upper half of her face, and of course, her tail. It was a long black cable that ended with a vial that had some sort of yellow, glowing liquid in it, attached to a needle that was likely used to inject the substance into things.

“ Uhh… hey. “

—was fairly short, standing barely over five feet. She had a sleek, sharp build, resembling a human a bit more closely than Roz did. To the point where she even had (very fluffy) hair and wore clothes.

Other features of note included five yellow lights arranged in a line on her headband, the—

🦊 || I MISSED YOU TOO RAGHHHH

🦊 || HIIIIIIII LONG TIME NO SEE

Eh, don’t sweat it. I can scavenge for some.

…probably.