HOLY WATERMELON WTF *Decks it*

Hello! =D

They turn around warily, stepping back. "Who are you?"

I’m bloomy

They look at them. "What are you doing out here?"

Why are you in the trash ?

They grumble something along the lines of 'hungry..."

You seem hungry would you like some food ?

"Do you have oil?"

Yeap

i-um may i help you?

They yelp, turning around.

Matt: *Silently watches while holding his toy bunny*

Ron - hello

Raccoon "grabs R-700

Sy: *says the image caption*

Middo:*in mind* what the-

They're tearing apart the body of an old worker drone.

Middo:...?

David: *holding a slipper* OY, GET OUT OF MY GARBAGE BEFORE I HIT YOU

*imagine this guy but as a worker drone*
Mr: "..hm? Hey, what are you doing out there? It's not safe. And where are your clothes??"

"I left your jacket... I'll leave now, but- thank you. Best if you go back inside."

Mr: "..*sniff*..lemme guess. I'm gonna go for my jacket or the door, and while my back is turned, you'll kill me. There's no use avoiding it.."
*He went and grabbed his jacket, and stayed bent over, expecting that they will kill him*
Mr: "...i-if you're gonna do it, just do it now.."

"I'm not-!" They put their hands up in surrender, and he heard them step away... and away... and away.

Mr: "..yeah, sure. You're nice. That's what they told my brother.."

No response.

*Mr got up and turned to face her*
Mr: "You know what that got him..?"

"What?"

Mr: "It got him KILLED. Slowly. All I could do was watch from my hiding place. I can never forget how much the drone enjoyed slamming his face into the wall until he stopped moving. And how it pretended to have no bad intentions moments before."

Mr: "And how unfazed it was after."

They went silent, knowing that his story was true. They hung their head low, pursing their mouth. "Im sorry..."

.

*Mr went from crying tears of sadness to tears of anger*
Mr: "If I open the door, you'll get in. And if you get in, everyone will have to go through what I WENT THROUGH. I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm staying out here even if it gets me killed."
*He put his coat on while he was talking and he is absolutely furious*

!!!

*oops meant them not her sorry*

(dw about it :))

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Mr: "HEY!"

The drone approaches him with the jacket they were offered, putting it back on him.

*Temperature: Critically Low
Raising by one degree per two minutes
The jacket alone will not save him*

They audibly panic, bringing him in closer to the second wall, banging on it.

*His body lightly twitched*

They kept banging on the wall, realizing the worker drones wouldn't hear them... They picked him up, and swiftly flew out of the doors.

*The twitching turned to shivering*

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Mr: "Hey! I'm talking to you! You'll freeze!"

"I'm not going to *do* anything-" They chuckle bitterly. "It's a kneejerk reaction, I'm sorry-"

Mr: *sniff* "..don't play tricks with me... It just makes it hurt worse.."

He heard them step towards the sound of his voice. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in the walls?"

Mr: "..I just check the outside every now and then..."

He can hear them hum in thought. "Why?" They had never seen him out there.

Mr: "..exterior check is my job.. they added it as a job after those couple of murder drones showed up... But I know not all of them are as friendly.."

They laugh. "The others, right..."

*Mr began crying quietly*

"Wait, wait, wait- Don't cry-!!" They walked faster, before just- taking off the coat and laying it on the ground.

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*Mr didn't run, he just sat, crying and praying*

...

...

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Mr: "Why are you out there? And why are you indecent?"

(the picrew didnt have clothes, lets just say they have a jacket on)

*Open or closed? And either way, that's still indecent (no bottom)*

(a closed jacket, and pants)

*ohh okay*

*in that case Mr was offering his coat to keep her warm*

Their eyes flicker, staring at him. A wide grin spreads on their face, you can see their tail twitch.

*briefly before this*
*He walked towards her, taking of this coat"
Mr: "Here, you can wear this as a skIRT OH NO OH GOD!"
*he ran back inside, hit the door button and ran off, stumbling*

They don't move, as if they're pondering following him, and they do, taking off in his direction.

*Mr eventually hides behind some pipes, silently praying and crying (also he dropped his coat earlier when he was gonna give it to them)*

They pick up the coat of of the snowy ground, and something registers. He was pretty nice to them. They hold they coat in their hands, feeling its weight. Mr. can hear they haven't moved.

Mr, thinking: "there's no way I can outrun them.. my friend couldn't, and he was faster than me..."

Their wings fold into their back again, and he can hear their sheepish voice call out. "I'm sorry- That was really rude of me!"

Mr: "..whatever you're going to do to me.. please.. just make it quick..."
*Also replace freind with brother in that last comment it works better*

Their eyes widen, and flit around while looking at him. They purse their lips, before letting out a sigh. He could hear the unsheathing of wings...

Mr: "you're gonna do it now, aren't you..?"

*Mr seemed to be accepting for a moment.. but suddenly, he fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around his stomach, planted his forehead on the ground, and began hysterically crying. Absolutely bawling*
Mr: "..I*sharp breath*DON'T*WANT*sharp breath*TO*sharp breath*DIE!"

The air was empty, all he could feel was biting cold.

Mr: "I-I I KNOW I SAID I'D DIE FOR EVERYONE IN THERE, B-BUT I STILL WANNA LIVE! I JUST GOT A GIRLFRIEND- I-I WANTED TO START A FAMILY! PLEASE, D-DONT KILL ME!"

If he had opened his eyes, he would he the drone was gone.

*Mr turned to look, only to find them gone. He took this opportunity as quickly as he could to go in. As he opened the door, which opened and closed slowly, he slid under and then quickly his close. It began closing*

The drone watched, hidden away in the rubbish.

*As the door was sliding shut, you could see him attempt to walk away, only to faint from the extreme stress he was just through*

They feel bad.

*He seems to be critically cold and needs warming, else he will die. The door is roughly one third closed by now.*