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hugsandchaos · 4 months

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Please don’t freak out, @g1ggl3-c4t, but I made another one. I just love your idea so much!

I’ve decided to experiment with an idea I’ve had for a while and add in Uzi as a disassembly drone! We’ll call her Z for now, because U is a bit too confusing and I wanted to stay true to the whole “Serial Designation (insert letter)” thing. I’m a little proud of this!

The wind outside the window by the bed wailed and howled as it flew past the manor’s walls. The black curtains blocked out light and heat from coming in, but didn’t get rid of sound or cold as well. With the curtains closed, the stale, dark grey sky outside went unnoticed. Through the wind, one could also hear the snow falling towards the earth and being caught in the wind before hitting whatever surface they were thrown to, which sounded kind of like very light or faint white noise. The bed next to the closed window had red comforters and gold vine-like patterns on them, light and breathable, and the three pillows were of a similar design. Two of the pillows were arranged as a sort of soft shield against the headboard while the third was placed in front of them where they touched. Plenty of the old bedrooms were like this, many varying in color and design, and tended to only have a bed, nightstand, maybe a window, maybe a recliner, a carpet, and usually only had one bed. This one had those things, except the carpet. The recliner was placed to the left of the door in the corner while the window and the bed were on the right side of the room, and the nightstand actually stood by the recliner instead of the bed.

J sat in the recliner with her sketchbook in her lap and her pencil in her left hand. In the middle of the room, Z, N’s best friend who he thought was dead and some kind of member of a group from what J heard the two say, laid on her belly in an attempt to sleep with her tail wrapped around one of her own arms despite it containing acid. Z rolled off her belly and onto her back, her eyes closed but showing clear discomfort in them. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked to the nearest wall and laid down on the floor with her back pressed against the wall. She curled up to herself and wrapped her tail around her arm again. J looked up from her random doodles of reptiles when Z moved again. She took a look (for lack of a better phrase) at her internal clock and felt a little bad for the odd drone in the room.

She was built similarly to N, having the same tail, five semispheres, white hair, yellow eyes, but there were clear differences. For one, her legs weren’t built the same as his or a worker drones’. From her “feet” to her knees, there were diagonal caution lines. They kind of looked like boots, similarly to how the black metal with caution lines halfway down her thighs looked like shorts. She wore a dark grey jacket with a white dead battery with crossbones and icicles and dark faux fur lining the bottom. Unlike N’s coat, Z’s jacket was held closed with a zipper instead of a belt. She also had an old winter hat with a puff of faux fur. The two were best friends, so James trusted him to prevent her from causing as much trouble as she would like and allowed her into the manor since she had no stable place to stay. Obviously, they had separate rooms.

Z has been trying to fall sleep for over an hour now, but something seemed to be bothering her. The room was very cold, J believed she heard it was 10 degrees F while getting her jacket to be more exact, so it’s definitely not that. J sat on the recliner in the room while doodling in her sketchbook, so it’s not like she was taking over the bed and preventing her from sleeping in it or anything. Z actually tried the bed for a bit, but then got up again to move 37 minutes later. Z looked up at the chandelier and stared at it. After a few seconds, she yawned again and all of her sharp teeth were on full display for a moment.”Aren’t you nocturnal?” J asked, just to confirm.

Z turned to her.”Yes, but I can’t sleep!” She said. She sounded as frustrated as she had been acting. Her tail swung around in anger for a second and nearly scratched at the wall. J nearly sighed, also feeling a little frustrated, but not as much as Z. J was assigned the first shift to make sure Z didn’t overheat and start rampaging through the manor in search of oil, but the issue she was facing clearly wasn’t that. If J had to take a guess, she’d say that the issue was that Z was worked up about something and it was preventing her from falling asleep, just like N when he first arrived. That was a bit of a problem since one of the few things J believes she’s not good at is comforting people, let alone helping them sleep. She thought of asking Cyn or V for help, since they were better at this than her, but then she remembered something V said about N the other day. Something about one of the features both him and Z had, unlike regular worker drones. An idea popped into her head. She had to prevent a smirk from forming on her face as she began to put her new plan into action.

“I’ve got an idea. It’s helped a ton of drones fall asleep.” J piped up. Z looked at her from the floor and gave her a slight glare with a raised eyebrow. J closed her notebook and placed it and the pen neatly on the small table next to her. She stood up and walked over to the bed, taking a seat with her legs over the edge. Z watched her use an arm to gesture her over to her.”Come here. Lay on my lap.” She said. Z now looked even more confused than before. She stood up, not even looking very mad or distrusting anymore, just a little baffled.“Excuse me??” She asked.

“Just lay down, it’ll help.” J repeated. Z rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but did as she was told. She walked over to the bed and sat down, then turned her body and slowly leaned back until her back was covering J’s lap completely. Her legs were on the bed and she had to lift her head up or she’d just let her head tilt downwards and rest on the bed uncomfortably. J grabbed a pillow and pulled it over to set it underneath Z’s head to support her head. Without much of a word, she then reached and grabbed one of Z’s arms. At first, Z was going to pull away, but J was quick to speak up.”I don’t know the exact details, but something about the sensation helps promote relaxation.” She “explained”. Z gave her a slightly suspicious look, but allowed J to keep moving her arm. J lifted her legs up enough to move her arm underneath and did the same to the other. Z looked at her very confused, but didn’t try to pull away.“This is going to feel weird at first, but if you try to relax, it’ll get you smiling pretty soon.” J said. She lifted Z’s jacket enough to expose her belly and placed her hands on the clear, smooth material keeping the nanite acid or whatever liquid it was inside. She noticed how Z’s arms tensed up for a second under her legs, but they soon relaxed again when she started to gently rub her belly. J used a bit of pressure as she moved her hands slightly up and down, just like the way her parents did to lull her into a false sense of security when she was younger. To tell the truth, she wasn’t lying when she said it helped her and other drones relax, but she wasn’t really sure if it’d work on Z. Since she hadn’t really argued much yet, J decided she’d wait a few minutes or so to see if she could get her to relax and think it was safe.

About five minutes later, Z looked pretty calm and relaxed. The tension had left her shoulders a while ago and she had closed her eyes as well to slowly drift off. Her tail, dangling over the edge of the bed, was wagging ever so slightly. It was pretty hard to hear, but if J listened close enough, she’d hear the faintest purr. Surprisingly, J thought it was nice to see her so calm and relaxed compared to how she usually is. Although this was mostly because she could finally strike. A mischievous grin made its way onto her face. J paused the belly rub to start scratching her belly. Z’s eyes shot open and she began laughing.”Pfft— Hehehehey!!”

She tried to close her mouth and suppress her laughter, but it was already hard to do that with how bad it tickled. J nearly let out an amused, mischievous giggle. It seemed that V was right, the lava lamp bellies were definitely sensitive. She could feel Z tug on her arms, but she couldn’t pull out. She must either be really tired or the arm trap thing worked better than J thought.”Snrk- knohohock ihit off!! Ahahahahahaha— mhmhmhmhm!!” Z snapped through her laughter. She bit the inside of her lip to try to prevent herself from laughing and turned her head to the right. J smirked. It was pretty fun to finally get back at her. She didn’t like how Z was trying to resist laughing, though.“What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” She asked. Z shook her head.”Mhmhmhmhmhm!! Nohohoho!! Mhmhmhmhmhm— Pftt-hehehehehehahahaha!! Mhmhmhmhm!!” Z struggled a lot to not laugh and tried closing her eyes and pretending it wasn’t happening. Her body shook with barely muffled laughter, making the liquid in her belly move around a little. The scratching was bad enough to make Z almost crack open and laugh, but she was determined to resist. Even though she was doing a terrible job. J raised and eyebrow.”Oh, really? Then you wouldn’t mind this?” She asked. She gave Z’s belly a squeeze.

Z pulled her legs up a little and finally let herself laugh.“AAhahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Dohohohon’t dohohoho thahahat!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” Z said. The squeeze made her laughter go up an octave for a second, and J was happy to have found this out.”That’s what I said when you held me in the air by my arms so Tessa could tickle me, and what did you do?” She asked. Both of them already knew the answer. The worker drone squeezed her belly again, then again.”Wahahait!! Hahahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” Z pulled her legs up in attempts to protect herself, but it didn’t work.“What’s this? The big, bad drone can be reduced to a puddle of laughter with just a few squeezes?” J teased. A small yellow blush appeared on Z’s screen, clearly embarrassed. She turned her head to the left and scrunched up her shoulders in a poor attempt to hide her embarrassment. Recalling all the times N’s best friend had fought with her, J was pretty happy to finally find a weakness to “exploit”.

She continued tickling her for a good four or five minutes before she stopped the tickling, but didn’t lift her hands off Z’s belly or let her go.

Z’s laughter slowly died down and she turned her head to glare at her.“Ahare you dohone?” She asked angrily, giggling a little from the phantom tickling feeling. J raised an eyebrow and gave her an “are you sure you want to be talking like that to me?” type of look.”No, there’s still something I need to try.” She said. Z’s glaring expression suddenly changed to one of slight fear and she tried to suck her belly down, away from J.”Wait, what?! What do you mean you’re not done?!” She asked. J smirked and lowered her head. Z looked horrified when she realized what she was doing.”J, don’t you dare!!! Don’t— AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Z could barely talk through how hard she was laughing. She threw her head back and started kicking her legs, and J would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about getting kicked. She wasn’t going to chicken out just yet, though. As she prepared another raspberry, she used one of her arms to wrap around Z’s upper abdomen to hold her still and lightly scratched her with that hand, just to add a little bit of extra torture. She took in another breath and blew.”AAAAAIIIEEEEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

J looked at her and waited for her to calm down from hysterical laughter to tense giggling, still lightly scratching with one of her hands. She lifted her head and smirked at her.”One more, then we’ll be done.” She said. Z looked at her and watched as she used both hands to very lightly scratch at her belly. J shifted between moving her free arm around in circles and up and down. She was going to make her anticipate and wait for the final blow. It was one of her favorite things to do. To make it even worse, she lowered her head as if to get ready to blow one, but she didn’t.

After a few minutes, she glanced over at Z, who was trying to glare at her.”Hahaha! Ahahare yohohou gohohoing to dohoho it or nohohohot? Hahahahahahaha!” She asked. J raised an eyebrow.”Are you asking for it?” She asked. She gave her belly a small squeeze with her free hand. Z’s laughter went up an octave and she briefly pulled her legs back up. The small blush on her screen grew a bit bigger.”Ahahaha!! Ihihihihi juhuhuhuhust wahahant tohoho sleep! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!” Z said through her laughter. J lifted her head and faked a snarky, thoughtful expression with a small hum. She waited only another ten seconds to smile mischievously at Z.”As you wish!” She said. She lowered her head again and took in a deep breath. Then she blew.“AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Z howled with laughter and threw her head back. She kicked her legs wildly, somehow not hitting J, who was pleased with herself for getting Z to practically ask for it. She took another moment to calm down enough to stop moving so much, but once she did, she was left panting to catch her breath with the occasional giggle. J lifted her legs enough for Z to pull her arms out and scooted to the side so Z had enough room to curl up and protect her belly.

Z yawned again and looked at J.”Alright, now let me sleep.” She said, looking more tired than before. The worker drone did as she was asked and got off the bed so Z could try one more time to fall sleep on the bed. She walked over to the recliner while Z lifted the covers and crawled under them. Her tail wrapped around her arm again and closed her eyes while J picked up her sketchbook and pencil again to continue drawing. She would look up and check on Z thirty minutes later and find her finally getting some sleep.

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