The hallways were dark, only illuminated by Y/N's eyes(digital eyes on the visor.) It was only them in the school after dark.. at least that's what they thought. Y/N turned around the corner witnessing a murder in action.. Doll, the silent, Russian drone murdering one of the girls from the prom court known as "Kelsey Day." Doll brutally rips off her arm, then sends a butcher knives flying at her finishing the job.

Doll turns around, her red eyes locking with Y/N's. Then she.. glitches away?.. Y/N sees a shadow behind them. Doll was right behind them, as soon as they face her. They're knocked out cold.

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ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ..

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..

Y/N wakes up with a gasp. Their head was spinning. The room was faintly lit with a red hue. It smelt like oil, the smell was strong.. too strong. Y/N was restraint to a seat, in from of the kitchen. It was horrifying. Countless disassembled bodies of worker drones scattered among the place, oil filled pots and roboroaches.

“Привет, маленький рабочийдрон.”

A voice came from behind them, with a strong Russian accent. It was Doll. Her eyes were calm, yet filled with coldness.