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My newest work!

Hehe, mom murder lore funi :D

Does anyone else think Uzi going nuts about N killing Nori just... doesn't work?

Uzi has shown that she doesn't really care all that much, ie:

"I'm not the only one who has lost family to them!" N looks to Uzi, concerned/scared "Bite me! We move forward together or not at all!" N is relieved

To clarify, N might have killed Nori but I don't think it would be all that big of a deal... Hell, if he DID it would probably be used comedically... WAIT I'M A WRITER!

Tessa walks into the room, demanding the attention of everyone in it.

Tessa: Uzi, I know who did it, who murdered your mother.

Uzi tries to say something but is interrupted by Tessa.

Tessa: N!

N is terrified, he hardly remembers it... oh, but now he does.

His first kill.

Horrified by his own actions, he ran before checking if she was really dead.

Uzi looks at N and then looks down at the floor, seemingly mortified.

The music builds up, Uzi clenches her fist and after a few seconds, finally raises her head to speak.

The music cuts out and Uzi takes a deep breath.

Uzi: Well that sucks, and? She says nonchalantly.

Tessa and N are both confused, with a bit of relief mixed in for N.

Tessa: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he also broke the PS7 she was going to give you.

N: BULLSH-

Uzi: GO GO GADGET PISSED OFF ZOMBIE MODE

A little place to interview your OC’s. :)

Words

A short Vizzy story by Simple.

Lizzy jumps on the idea to get rid of the colony's biggest threat, with her best friend no less but something... strange happened. She learned about it- no, her. Her name was V. She was a person, she had wants, she had secrets, she put on an act to hide from... something, Lizzy hadn't cracked her open THAT much yet.

Lizzy hated this and pushed it down somewhere she hoped she would never come back to her mind, oh but it did, at the worst time conceivably possible, her assassination. These thoughts bubbled inside her head and eventually found their way out through her mouth, as most of her thoughts usually do.

Lizzy had wanted to repay that day back to V ever since, of course she would never say that. It was her greatest flaw, saying things that don't need to be said and never uttering a word of the things that do.

What if... she could say the wrong thing at just the right time? That's how she tried to save V wasn't it? She walked up beside V.

"Ugh, ew." She said, referring to the freak and the nice one.

"Don't patronize m-

"What? I think it's gross all by myself, god you're a diva lately."

Lizzy walked away.

Lizzy didn't know a lot, not about things like math, computers, or history. But Lizzy knew people, how they worked, and that's all she needed or wanted to know...

Because it let her do something no other drone could.

It let her make V smile.

OK, but imagine:

S sits down with Uzi for a quick chat.

"So you're really Nori's kid? Wow, she moved on fast."

"Yep, that's- wait what? "moved on"? What do you mean "moved on"?"

"Why do you think Alice was so mad at her for leaving?"

"... OH."

"Oh."

"Oooooooh... About Alice..."

Inspiration just hit me out of nowhere.

There is no greater pain than being so, so excited to write something in the morning, taking a break, coming back and finally realizing.

"Damn, this shit is ass."

That or realizing you're just not skilled enough to write it.

God I wish I was better at angsty stuff...

Calling it RIGHT NOW: V and Lizzy are going to, bare minimum, interact. They are going to talk directly to each other.

BUT

HEAR ME OUT

J's fight with Lizzy, Thad and Khan (of which she is most likely winning) is interrupted by rumbling. A murder drone in eldritch form ERUPTS from the ground. Everybody is horrified, even J, ESPECIALLY J. While they're frozen in fear, the entity looks around with the cameras covering its "body". Those cameras seem to find what they're looking for.

Unfortunately, once all the cameras lock onto their target, we find out that that target is Lizzy. The mass lunges toward her to her screams.

It cuts to a black screen and silence. . .

Only to cut back to Lizzy slowly opening her eyes, is she... wrapped in something?

Yes, yes she is.

Wrapped in V, in a really, really disturbing hug.

Cue J saying something quippy and V retorting with a very long and angry "I've had a long fucking day" rant.

That my perfect episode 8

I’ve decided to try my hand at oneshots! I’m also putting a couple short stories of my own in there, just for fun.

The sun gently rose up and peered through the gaps in-between the abandoned buildings, casting rays of sunlight on the snow covered planet. Everything was nice and calm and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The alarm blared through Wren's auditory sensors causing her to jump as she woke up.

“Ughhh” She groaned,

It was the first day back after the summer holidays and Wren was not ready for it.

Patting the area around the side of her bed looking for the alarm before grabbing it and slamming it against the side table with the alarm finally switching off. She pushed her hand through the front of her tangled hair before gently squeezing it and sighing.

She stood up from her bed and grabbed her clothes that were lazily thrown onto an armchair yesterday and laid them on the bed before changing into them. It was just a basic off the shoulder black jumper with a ribcage design, some weird gothic cargo shorts thing and a grey beanie. Before she put on her beanie, she brushed her hair so it looked somewhat reasonable and nice. She then finally put on her beanie and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

No lights were on in the living room that was also conjoined with the kitchen. It was quiet with not even a robo-roach squeaking.

“She normally is awake by now..”

“I'll go check her room..” Wren muttered to herself.

Just as she turned and was about to head to check if V was still sleeping, she saw a note on the table. Quickly picking up, it read,

‘PS:

I might be late coming home as food sources are getting harder and harder to find by the passing day and we aren't allowed to kill workers (which I am trying really hard not to do). I found a small canister of oil yesterday and left it on the table for your lunch.

V’

Right… Of course. Wren forgot about the shortages of oil lately and how V was trying desperately not to kill any workers but it was getting harder and she's been close to overheating several times by now.

“It's my fault.. If I wasn't here, less oil would be used”

Those words have been in her head for a while now. Is it really her fault..?

But she had no time to ponder about things like that as she had less than five minutes to get to school. She grabbed the oil can and put it in a small plastic bag before putting that in her school bag and heading out the door with her phone in hand.

When she had gotten to the school after practically running, she saw two familiar faces. Ones she did not want to see on a Monday morning right after summer break.

Monica Wood, The queen of highschool, head cheerleader, the almighty bitch

And

Onix Rodgers, The king of sports and… uh.. He's rich! I think….

(Ehm, let's get back on track)

The two are the unstoppable couple and the rudest people you will ever meet.

“Omg! Hii Wren~!” Monica said mockingly, giggling to herself.

“Yeah uh hi..” Replied Wren, walking past the two. Trying not to make any eye contact.

Wren didn't have many friends as most either thought she was weird or was scared of her. The only real friend she has was Olivia Jones who had gone missing during the summer and presumed dead so I guess actually she didn't have any friends.

Olivia was nice and also didn't fit in, just like Wren. She spent most of her time in the library. Wren didn't read much before but Olivia got her into reading. She would bleather to Wren about the books she was reading along with many random facts she knew, as Wren was the only person who listened. Like one time when she rambled on about different dog breeds.

“Did you know golden retrievers have gentle mouths and are very loyal to their owners? That's why they're good with kids!”

…

It was hard to believe for Wren that she would never hear that voice again… That she would never see her again or sit in the library for hours with her again and that she's back to having to deal with sitting alone at lunch once again…

RING RING RING!

Wren once again got lost in her own thoughts and forgot the time. She really rushed to her reg class and sat down. Everyone being already there. She sat in the one available seat that was left and waited for her name to be called.

Next to her was Mia Grant. She was a newer student, having only joined the school a year ago after moving from Outpost 8 to here for unknown reasons. Wren never got to know her as she wasn't in any of her classes last year and looked to be one of those popular girls. Always dressed up beautifully and nicely with neat, shoulder length, sandy blonde hair. Her green eye lights shining majestically. She was a goddess and-

“Wren Doorman?”

“Here Miss..”

The bell rang and it was time for the first class… Art.

Murder Drones Fanfic - A Mother's Wrath, A Father's Softspot, and Brave Girl

Tessa and J were in the library drawing pictures together laying on the floor. It had maybe been a week or two since J had been built and assigned to be Tessa's drone.

The 9 year old held up a doodle of her and J as slightly square-ishly shaped dogs. She giggled as she kicked her feet back and forth, "I drew us as Bluey dogs!"

J looked up from her drawing of a little shadowy girl with a beautiful white unicorn. "That's really good, Tessa," J encouraged warmly, "I'm really proud of you."

Tessa glanced over curiously. "What are you making, J?" she giggled, being a little nosy by slightly raising herself up onto her knees and elbows to get a better view.

The worker drone with the synthetic white ponytails finally relinquished and showed Tessa the drawing. "It's silly, it's nothing special..."

Tessa sat upright in a criss-cross-apple-sauce way before picking up the drawing and admiring it. "WOWIE! THAT'S SO PRETTY!" she exclaimed before explaining, "And I love the unicorn! Unicorns are the best horses!"

J sat up right, moving closer to Tessa. "Well, it's a rainy day today. Do you know what that means?"

Tessa trilled excitedly as she side hugged J, "We get to watch the archive of Bluey videos!"

The two had spent the last 30 minutes watching episode after episode together, sitting on the floor together, laughing at the antics of the Heeler family. The Maid drone and her favourite human were in the middle of watching the episode about Bingo dreaming of being in space with her stuffed rabbit when Louisa walked into the library so she could read her true-crime novellas.

J quickly turned off the episode and whispered to her favourite human, "Tessa, I think we should get out of here, you know how your mother gets when she's in the library."

The young Elliott heiress nodded and took J's hand to try to sneak out of the library. She looked worriedly left and right as she reached the edge of the row of books before she started to bring J along with her.

"Just about home free..." Tessa whispered to J, the two were almost to the doors of the library when...

"TESSA JAMES ELLIOTT!" the Elliott Family matriarch shouted.

The ebony haired girl turned around, meeting her mother's gaze. "Oh.... h-hi Mother, we were just leaving.."

"You know the rules, young lady! And so should your drone!" Louisa snapped cruelly as she slammed her book down on the table.

Tessa flinched, hugging onto J like a scared koala. "W-we were leaving... honest!"

Louisa stood up, storming over to the girl and her drone, looking over the two like an ominous obelisk before she commanded, "Let go of your robot, Tessa."

Tessa held strong, refusing to let go of J. "NO!"

J hugged Tessa back and whispered, "Tess, you should probably listen."

Tessa shook her head no, making her braids fly back and forth. "I'm not letting go, J, you didn't do anything wrong."

Louisa got angrier, now shouting, "LET GO OF YOUR ROBOT OR YOU WON'T BE EVEN ALLOWED OUT FOR DINNER!"

Tessa didn't want to let go, she didn't care.

Louisa slapped Tessa hard, sending her flying back.

J looked on in horror at what happened, she went to run over to her favourite human who's right cheek was now red from the slap, when she was picked up by the back of her maid dress. She struggled a bit but gave up, letting herself be held like that to avoid any further punishment.

Tessa pleaded, "Mother no! It's not J's fault. Please, please!" trying to chase down her maternal figure who was walking with J towards the cellar door.

Louisa yanked open the cellar door and dropped J down onto the floor and commanded, "MARCH DOWN THE STAIRS, THAT'S A CORPORATE ORDER!"

J looked back at Tessa, her expression almost emotionless, save for a worried frown. She turned away from her favourite human and marched herself down the stairs, she didn't have a choice.

Tessa stared up at her mother, tears filling her eyes as she watched the woman lock the door. "W-we were trying to leave..." she sniffled, holding her face where it was sore.

"Do you think I care?" Louisa barked at her daughter, towering over the little girl like a monster, "You know the rules, when I use the library, no one else is allowed in! NOW GET OUT OF HERE OR YOU'LL BE OUT IN THE RAIN UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME."

The ebony haired 9 year old girl ran out of the room, too scared to scream or cry, her heart was breaking. Tessa hid in a closet under the grand staircase, pulling knees into her chest and crying, since she didn't want her mother to find her crying.

J meanwhile, was in the dark and lonely basement of the Elliott Manor. She was distraught after everything she saw, and yet, she didn't feel much at all. "Corporate's spoken," she whispered to herself, the dark barely brightened by the LED light coming from the backs of her hands and her LED eyes. She walked around the dusty and cold space used for storing barrels of wine and rum as well as extra chairs for the ballroom. "Looks like this is home until Boss gets back."

J sat on the basement stairs and sighed, she wished she could've done something to protect Tessa, but, she couldn't do anything to disrespect her employers.

After some minutes of quiet brooding, the silver haired drone girl could hear gentle sobs coming from somewhere. She followed the echo that to J sounded like a precious angel crying to a vent in the ceiling. The maid looked up through the air duct into a dark room. "Is someone there?" J asked softly, she knew it was Tessa but, she wanted to not startle the little girl.

The girl in the room above stopped her sobbing and looked to the grate on the floor beside her. "H-hello?" she sniffled as she looked down, eventually seeing her favourite and only drone's eyes through the dark. "J.... I'm so sorry... I should have listened," she sniffled, her heart heavy with remorse.

J had her chance now, to get back a Louisa for hurting Tessa, J thought for a bit and instructed firmly but kindly, "Tessa, remember the story of Little Red Riding Hood?"

Tessa let out a small and sorrowful "mm-hmm" in response to J's question.

The maid drone called up through the small air shaft, "How she was a big brave girl when the wolf was going to eat her, and she hit him in the stomach with a table lamp and went to get help from the lumberjack?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Tessa, I'm going to need you to be a big brave girl and sneak into your Dad's office and phone him."

Tessa went silent for a bit and started crying again. "B-but I'm scared... I don't have you to protect me... what if Mother catches me? A-a-and how will I get into Father's office, he locks it when he's working or away."

"She won't if you're careful," J insisted pleading the sorrowful girl above, "Get to the ballroom's kitchen and use the dumbwaiter to get up to his office, "

Tessa responded with a little laugh at the word dumbwaiter, yet her voice still wavered with sorrow, "What's a dumb waiter?"

J couldn't help but smile a little at her favourite human's giggle, responding back caringly, "It's the little elevators the manor uses for food, the ones you hide in when we play hide and seek." She asked again, "So, are you going to be a big brave girl for me?"

Tessa responded, her voice still a little shaky from crying, but more sure of herself and the goal now, "I'll do it... I'll be a big brave girl for you, Jaybird..." She reached her little hand as far down as it'd go into the short air vent.

J reached up into the small duct, her finger tips just tapping Tessa's. "You can do this, I believe in you... Get to your Father's desk and call him from the phone and tell him everything.

Tessa pulled her hand back and whispered into the vent, "I'm going to go be brave now, thank you, Jaybird, you always know what to say." She stood up as tall as she could, dusting off her black overall dress and opened the closet door carefully. She looked around the room to ensure no one was there, she looked over to the library, seeing the frosted pane doors to the library still closed. She made her way along the wall carefully to make sure that if her mother was looking out the door that the movement wouldn't be as detectable. Once she got to the blindspot of the library doors, she took off her shoes and hurried to the ballroom, knowing that socks made far less noise from her midnight sneak-downs to the kitchen for cookies.

Tessa walked by one of the mirrors in the small corridor to the ball room and saw a small purple ovular bruise on her right cheekbone. She ran her thumb over it, pretending it was a battle stripe that she had painted on herself, and headed into the ballroom, doing her best to not step on the creakier floorboards along the edges of the room. Some maid drones were chatting as they worked polishing silverware. "Like I said 77, it's just dreadful, poor 1001, she's been having back issues, and not even Reginald can figure out how to fix that." 117 interjected, "Could you imagine having to dust the hallways with a hunched back from a damaged spine?"

Tessa dropped to the ground and crawled under some tables to get through without being spotted. She knew if any drone saw her, they'd want to chat, and that would get her caught in a heart-beat. She crawled out from one table and tucked and rolled to another one like a little spy, making her way carefully over to the curtains along the wall. She stood up as she made her way behind them.

A little hunched over maid drone hobbled by the curtains, her little voice greeting to her coworkers, "Oh... hello ladies," she held a hand on her back, "Alright, I've finished sweeping the vestibule... any idea what else I could do?"

Tessa peeked out from the curtains seeing the unnamed drone who always turned a blind eye when she went to steal cookies from the pantry but couldn't keep a secret very well. She held her breath.

"You could dust the curtains," 77 suggested.

1001 smiled at the idea and started walking over to the curtains after picking up a rubber carpet-beater. She did her best to hobble over to the curtains, happy to be able to do a job despite her disability.

Tessa shuffled as quick as she could while trying to not make the curtains move too much. "Shoot!" she whispered as she was just shy of the edge of the curtain, turning back to see 1001 glancing at her from the curtains' other side.

"Hello, Miss Tessa!" 1001 greeted happily, waving in the direction in which she saw the girl, only for when the curtain moved for Tessa not to be there, "Oh... I must be seeing things...."

Tessa was under the table closest to the curtains, she had another 5 feet to go before she could get into the dumbwaiter. She had to do something... anything to distract the drones. She looked around for anything she could throw. There was no cutlery under the tables, not even a ball-bearing. She thought and thought before she realized she'd have to take a risk and pull the table cloth and knock the vase over on her table. She got out from under the table, kneeling at the edge to stay hidden. The little girl breathed in and out and shook the table cloth, making the small vase with a single rose tip over and spill.

The drones began looking around for the source of the sound. Tessa dove for the kitchen door and slid around the corner, leaving the 3 maid drones to assess the table and the mysteriously knocked over vase. She clambered up through the little square hole in the wall into the cubby of the little elevator. She closed her eyes as she pressed the button on the outside of the dumbwaiter and pulled her arm back in as the tiny lift made it's way up. Tessa exhaled, feeling she was in the clear, until... she heard a distinct voice coming from the room below the office, as she rode up in the elevator shaft. It seemed that Louisa had gone back to her personal study to get something. "M-mother..." Tessa worried to herself, "She's on the floor below Father's office..." she insisted strongly to herself in a whisper, "I can't back down now, I need to be a big brave girl and save Jaybird." She climbed out of the window-frame entrance of the dumbwaiter and began shuffling herself across the floor still in her socks. She made it to her Father's desk and stood on her tippy toes to grab the receiver. She pressed the button on the older style landline to get a-hold of her father directly as she thought to herself, "Why do we still have a landline, those are over 1020 years old."

The phone hummed slightly as she held the receiver up to her ear, hoping to get through to her father. She prayed softly to herself, keeping her eyes shut, and then...

"Hullo! Office of James Elliott, James speaking!" the man's voice echoed through the speaker. Tessa spoke up in her little Aussie voice, doing her best to still be mostly quiet, "Father... I... I need you to come home."

"Hullo Tessa," he greeted in a friendly tone before he sounded a little annoyed, "I really can't right talk right now though. I have a lot of paperwork to do."

"N-no wait", Tessa pleaded into the phone, trying to say quickly but also quietly, "Father... Mother, she... she got mad and took away, J.." Tessa explained further, her voice getting shaky with tears, "She hit me, and now I'm unsupervised."

"Uh huh, I see..." James' voice echoed through the phone, his tone becoming more serious, "Well, I thank you for telling me what's going on, Tessa, but I won't be home for a little bit."

Tessa got scared, her voice getting louder as she pleaded, "Father, please!"

All of a sudden, there was the sound of a woman shouting from the floor below and the sound of footsteps. Tessa left the phone off the receiver and climbed back into the dumbwaiter to try to escape.

When Louisa eventually reached James' room with a key, she saw the phone hanging off the hook, emitting a dial tone, and no one in the office at all.

Tessa hid once more in the under-the-stairs storage closet to stay hidden from her mother. She waited in hiding until her Father got home, listening to the shouting match ensue outside of the closet where she and J held hands through the small opening in the floor to keep Tessa from crying. She eventually emerged from hiding once she heard her James Elliott, the CEO of JC Jensen call out for her. "I'm here, Father.. I'm sorry Father," she greeted, slightly bowing out of respect.

The Aussie man in the top hat approached his 9-year-old daughter and soothed, "Oh, Tessie. I'm so sorry for what happened today." He picked her up into his arms, before he laughed, "Crikey! You're becoming a big croco aren't you?" He looked to her face and saw the now darkened bruise. He frowned. "Oh Tessie... I'm so sorry,"

Tessa couldn't help but laugh a little, drying her few tears. She pleaded, as she looked into her Father's more bold greyish eyes, "Can you let J out of the basement?"

James sighed sternly, "Of course, let's go together, alright?" He scowled as he walked along carrying his daughter, "I am very upset at your mother, she should know that you're too young to be left all alone. That's why we built J, so you'd have someone to watch you."

Tessa leaned her head against her father's. "I... I was really scared... but, J called out to me from the basement and told me to be a big brave girl."

James stopped walking and he couldn't help but smile. He ruffled Tessa's hair, messing up her already messy bangs, before he chimed in, "Well, I'm not exactly happy you called me away from work, but I'm glad I could help. You're going to be the boss some day, young lady," he put his top hat on Tessa's head over top of her bow.

Tessa giggled and clung to her dad like a little koala. "I am?"

"Of course y'are, so it's good you're practicing being brave now. CEO's have to be brave, you daft little dingo. Best part, you'll get to have all the drone listen to you, and you can put anything in your tea that you like," he suggested, implying his addiction to adding vodka or rum to his morning tea.

The girl's innocent mind went immediately to the thought of putting 10 lumps of sugar into strawberry tea and she giggled.

The two finally made it to the library and James approached the door, hearing the sound of kicking. "I command you stop, drone!" James hollered at the door before he realized it was Tessa's robot and it wasn't really his place to get mad at J for trying to break down the door to come save Tessa.

"J! I called in the cavalry!" Tessa shouted to the hatch on the floor, she gave her father's hat back and hopped down from his arms.

J called out from the cellar door, "I'm so proud of you, Miss Tessa."

The JC Jensen CEO handed Tessa the key to the lock and stood back as he watched his daughter open the door. He smiled happily, watching J run up the stairs and pull his daughter into her arms, lifting the girl into the air before pulling her into a big hug. "J, you're a very good and protective drone."

J set down Tessa beside her and stood tall as a reaction to the validation from her boss. "All in a day's work, sir," she proclaimed proudly, making a small two finger salute to James.

The well-dressed Aussie man closed the basement door and suggested to Tessa happily, "Well, how's about we make you another drone, so J has a helper."

J and Tessa liked the sound of that, both saying in unison, "Yes please!"

It had been a week, and the new drone was starting to get on J's nerves. J, the new little butler drone, and Tessa were in the library drawing Bluey characters. J scoffed at N's drawings, "You really aren't good at art are you?"

N chimed in proudly, "I know, but I'm good for a drone that's one week old!" He looked up to the girl with the ebony braids and the romper dress with brass buttons.

"That's the important thing!"

The three heard Mrs Elliott's footsteps approaching the library.

Tessa gathered up her art supplies and papers and hid them behind some books. She whispered to her drones, "Brave squad, it's time to go. N, you're on distract mode."

N took a microfibre cloth out from under his hat.

Tessa let out a little quiet giggle upon seeing the drone's little bald head. "We're going to have to give you some hair later, N," the little Aussie admitted before she was hoisted up by J onto the maid drone's shoulders.

J whispered to Tessa as she started walking briskly with the girl sitting on her shoulders, "Come along, kiddo! Let's get you to safety."

N ran over to Mrs Elliott's favourite place and dusted off the table.

Louisa approached, raising an eyebrow in annoyance at the butler.

N bowed politely and greeted, "Good Morning Mrs. Elliott, enjoy your reading. Would you like some tea?"

The wicked hearted matriarch of the Elliott household's stern expression softened slightly as she was taken aback by the drone being polite. "Chamomile, strong brew, two tablespoons of cream, and don't forget a table spoon of honey," she informed sternly.

N nodded and headed on his way out of the library. Once he caught back up with J and Tessa, the three all looked at each other with serious expressions.

The 9-year-old girl started giggling at how well their plan had went, she hopped off of J's shoulders and pulled N and J into a group hug. She squealed with delight and informed to her favourite butler and maid, "Ooooh! I love you two so much! You're my bestest friends!"

N smiled to J who just rolled her LED eyes before she nudged him with her elbow.

The End

-screaming due to gay cuteness-

Murder Drones - Tessa x J Drabble - The flight before returning to the cage

(continued from here)

The sun's light grew golden around the Elliott Manor. The crickets were already starting their evening symphony, the fireflies began their cosmic dance in the tall grass along the edge of the garden which lead to the cemetery path Above all of it, sitting on part of the roof, was the heiress to the JC Jensen brand, and her ever-so loyal drone, Serial Designation J.

They had discovered they were in love with each other a day ago, and today had essentially been them having fun and making memories, capping off the day now by watching the sunset and listening to the last songs of the birds in the garden.

"I am sad that our freedom has to come to an end, Jaybird," Tessa mourned softly, tears dropping from her grey eyes like glistening pearls rolling down her face.

J hugged Tessa from the side, taking the girl's left hand in her right. "We had a wonderful day though, and next time your parents go out, we can do all of it again," she responded lovingly, pausing before saying with a slight laugh, "Aside from breaking a vase."

The ebony haired girl giggled a little, wiping away her tears with her right hand. | She spoke in an Aussie accent, yet her voice was gentler than an angel's wing, "Oh, J, you always know how to make me feel better." Resting her head on her drone's, she asked, "Would you want to go on a walk with me, before mother and father get home?"

Serial Designation J smiled as she nuzzled into Tessa's hug. The usually very stern drone responded in a gentle voice, "I'd love to. Where do you want to go?"

"The graveyard, actually!"

"You went there on Thursday to find more hair after Cyn gave herself a pixie cut again," J inquired, letting out a laugh, "God though, we need to keep Cyn away from scissors, kind of like you.."

Tessa laughed a little, and nodded in agreement to J's statment. She sighed happily as she let go of J, holding a section of her hair that was secured at her waist by a bow. "I was thinking of cutting off some again, anyways."

J looked worried, she smoothed her hand over her girlfriend's onyx tresses as she scolded in a warm and caring tone, "Tessa, no, you know how much trouble you'd get in."

Tessa responded back with a giggle snort, "I'm not gonna cut it short-short, I wouldn't dare... I was thinking of taking some weight out by adding some short layers at the very back," she twirled at one of J's silvery side bangs and teased, "It would make the tangles easier to tame... I know how much it stresses you out when it's all knotted."

J couldn't say no to Tessa. She sighed as she relinquished her attempts to make Tessa obey, "Alright... but I'm going to cut it then, I can't risk you making it obvious that you've been playing hairdresser on yourself like you did around 5 years ago." which caused her beloved to giggle. Tessa stood up, helping up her protectress drone maid. "Alright then, let's go." She asked as she and Tessa headed back inside through the attic window, "So are we going on the walk first or doing your hair?"

Tessa responded thoughtfully, "Maybe we could cut my hair in the forest, then the birds could use it to build nests." She giggled happily, "I know I say to not be wasteful, but is it really wasting it if the birds get to use it?"

The silver haired drone smiled a little at Tessa's reasoning. She found it sweet that all these years later, she still cared about the birds. "Alright, I'll meet you downstairs, I'll go get what we need from your dresser." She headed down the attic stairs and ran to Tessa's room while Tessa made her way to the back veranda.

Tessa and J made their way along the garden path, through the hedge arch, past the patch of clovers and the rose bushes. They walked over the slight hill and through the ankle deep grass, and past the stump where Tessa liked to practice playing the harp. They walked through the long hanging branches of the weeping willow, where the songs of blue jays trilled.

And once they were through an iron gateway, they were in the graveyard. The limestone mausoleums and tombstones glittered in the summer twilight glow, making the usually scary place feel almost magical.

The girl, who was now in a black velvet dress adorned with a pink bow at the back, hopped up and sat upon a short tombstone, crossing one leg over the other before pulling all the tied-back sections of her hair over her shoulders. One by one she untied the ribbons and let the length cascade over her shoulders until they hung down her back.

J ran her hand carefully across the silky onyx waist-length curtain of slighty wavy locks. "And to believe this is the very same hair my wig is made of." Her internal compressor kicked on, making her breathe. "Are you sure you want me to do this for you, Princess Tessa?" J asked as she pulled out of the pocket of her apron a pair of scissors and a comb.

"Don't be scared, Jaybird, it's just hair," the young lady trilled reassuringly as she sectioned away the higher tresses, draping them back over her shoulders leaving the hair that hung from between her nape and the mid-ear area hanging down.

J took a breath and ran the comb through the hair gently, detangling the section one last time before she'd cut it. "How high did you want it, Princess?" J inquired lovingly, taking a break from the brushing to use her right index finger and thumb to rub Tessa's earlobe gently.

The ebony haired lass glanced back to J and suggested, "Maybe to about my shoulders? Then I can hide it easier in the length if I flat iron it."

J teased to Tessa, her nerves nodes were still going off, "I guess this time I have to be your brave girl, huh? Your little Jay bird is a little scared." She mustered up her courage, gathering in her hands a chunk of the soft ebony waves. She brought out the glistening silver sewing scissors, their blades shining in the sun's warm glow. She opened the scissors, slid the section into their sharp jaws and sliced through. "SHIK!"

J looked to the chunk of beautiful hair in her hands. The drone's fear melted away as she heard the voice of her love. "Keep going Jaybird, you can't go back now. Make me feel pretty."

J reassured lovingly, "Oh Tessa, you're always the most beautiful." J watched as she let the section of hair fall to the forest floor, drifting down like feathers from a molting crow's wings. She positioned the scissors again and sliced off another chunk, letting it too fall.

Tessa relaxed her shoulders, enjoying the sound of the blue jays in the willow nearby as well as the snipping of the shears and the slight hum of J's internal motor. She reached back and ran her fingers through a freshly chopped section. She reveled in the feeling, exclaiming eagerly, "J! It's so soft, feel here!"

The maid drone who stood behind Tessa reached her free hand up and ran her fingers through the shoulder length sections of hair. "That is really soft," she assessed before playing with the waviness that had appeared now that the weight was lessened on it. She twirled at it, almost causing the section to form a very loose ringlet, like J had in her ponytails. "You have such beautiful hair, Tessa."

Tessa sat tall, feeling proud. "At least you notice," she teased lovingly, her tone changed softer as she lovingly cooed, "Thank you, my lovely J."

J resumed her handiwork, snipping away section after section, making ebony ribbons of keratin fall into the grass. "Kind of funny, usually the ones who get haircuts in this part of the property are dead people," J joked, trying to find humour in Tessa's morbid hobby of graverobbing.

Tessa couldn't help but laugh a little at her Jaybird's joke. "I guess you're quite right." In that moment, each snip of the sewing scissors, and Tessa's head feeling lighter, she felt a sense of control and freedom. She felt trapped by her life, like Rapunzel in the ivory tower, but the fact she had some autonomy right now, by getting J to change up her looks a little, it made her feel free as a dove.

J looked to the almost finished shoulder length layers, she took the last section and pulled it straight but not taut. She closed the scissors around the section and pulled it away from the now severed ends. She looked at the glossy hair in her hands and slipped it into her pocket where she had put Tessa's hairbows. The maid drone wanted to keep a lock for herself, because she loved Tessa so much, so she'd have a little token of their love even if they were apart ever. J remembered what to do next as she point cut into the bluntly chopped layers to give it a more textured and natural look. "Almost done, Tess."

The ebony haired girl in the black dress giggled in delight. She ran her fingers through the hair that was draped over her shoulders, "This is exciting! I can't wait to see how it looks."

"And how are you going to? It's getting too dark to see your reflection in the pond, and there's probably no mirrors-" she was interrupted by her beloved human girlfriend.

"There's late Aunt Margaret's mirror in the mausoleum," Tessa stated, she laughed a little.

J responded as she put the scissors away once the haircut was perfect in her opinion, "Leave it to Little Miss Elliott, the graverobber."

Tessa hopped off the tombstone, and pushed the long sections of hair back over her shoulders, before she headed to a mausoleum. She walked over to a shelf with an urn, grabbing a fancy gold plated mirror. She held it up, fluffing up her hair as she admired her modified hairstyle. "Oooh, I look really good!" she marveled joyously, "I love it, Jaybird."

J came into the mausoleum, she kissed the back of Tessa's hand like the knights in the fairytales she used to read to Tessa. "You're always the most beautiful girl, I'm just happy I could help you feel as beautiful as you are already."

Tessa squealed in delight, she set down the mirror and lifted J off the marble floors. She held the drone close by her waist, spinning around holding the silver haired bot. "Oh I love you! I love you so much!" she sang excitedly before setting down a slightly dizzy J. Her joy fleeted a little, she sighed as she remembered that her parents would be home in an hour, "I guess we should head back to the house."

J offered gently, "Do you want me to tie your hair back into it's normal style?"

Tessa kissed J on the forehead gently. "I think I'll wear it loose this time, I mean, yes it'll hide your beautiful work a little, but, like you said, it's best if I don't get caught." She got down to J's level and kissed the drone on the lips.

J counted the seconds silently as she kissed back, praying for time to be a little longer in that moment. She wrapped her arms around the neck of her human girlfriend, leaning into the kiss more. The beautiful Elliott girl eventually broke the kiss after 15 seconds. She fanned herself with both her hands and giggled in excitement, "That was effervescent!"

"You still won't give up those vampire romance novels, will you, Tess?" J giggled back.

The two headed back to the house, the sky now turning a deep teal with pink outlined clouds and stars starting to appear above.

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J sat in the landing pod, she ran her thumb over the chunk of ebony hair in her hands. It was still as soft as that lovely summer evening. She held it one hand by the little bow holding the chunk together as she used her right index finger to twist and twirl until the lock of her late lover's hair had become curled.

"I... I need to do something... I need to do something," J muttered to herself, glancing over to the control panel. A small microchip glowed a beautiful pale blue, she had found it in the snow as well as some bone fragments from Tessa's remains. She knew what she had to do. She had to find drone parts and put them back together. She said under her breath as she put down the chunk of beautiful ebony hair in a gentle manner, as if it was an angel's feather, "I will put her back together...."

The End?

Just read this to Cyn while taking a break from trying to break down the cellar door. We both had some laughs. Good times.. though, I wonder how the author's thinking was based on something that happened. I remember waking up to my mother screaming down the hall, but I pretended to stay asleep.. It was... so bad... not even I could've fixed it if my mother had asked

Murder Drones Fanfic - Beautiful

A little drabble starring Cyn and the Solver in the manor for a change! The little drone and the Solver team up to help Tessa by getting revenge on someone for making a hurtful comment about their favourite human.

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The blackout curtains in the largest bedroom of the Elliott Manor kept the bright flashes of lightning out, yet the rumble of thunder was still audible through the bedroom balcony French style doors. Louisa stirred from a dream, yet kept her eyes closed, knowing that James wouldn't be home until the morning as he had been called away that evening to handle an issue at a manufacturing plant. She readjusted to be able to fall back asleep when her hand grazed something that was about the size of a feather and soft. She sighed and mumbled to herself, "Those confound drones, they need to fluff my pillows more gently, swan down stuffing is hard to come by." She felt more of it on her pillow, she let out a huff of aggravation before she opened her eyes, the dark room to the left of her, she felt a little light headed, and her neck felt unprotected and quite cold... --------------------------------------------------

Tessa had just finished her latest wig for a beloved drone, she had bleached it all day the previous day, and just had to do some final touches now. She gently braided the back sections of the slouchy little drone's new hair as she trilled, "Isn't this much better than that synthetic wig, Cyn?"

The little drone nodded a little, verbalizing her actions with a little "happy nod"

"Do you want me to call you something else now? Or do you still like Cyn?"

Cyn responded happily, "St-Still Cyn, please", she was doing the little raptor hands thing that felt comfortable for her.

Tessa tied a bow at the end of each braid and lightly squeezed the drone girl's shoulders. "There! Now you're beautiful like me!" the ebony haired human girl giggled as she leaned over Cyn's shoulders and looked in the mirror with the drone who was like a little sister to her.

"I-I like it, th-thank you, Tessa" Cyn glitched cheerfully, yet her tone was still monotonous, she couldn't really see Tessa that well, but, she still could see some similarities. She ran one of her hands over a plait at the front of her new hair-do and happily beeped "Pet!" before assessing proudly, "Soft and p-pretty"

Tessa put the lace adorned maid hat back onto Cyn's head, but, her happiness was short lived.

"TESSA JAMES ELLIOTT!" the witch-like Aussie voice shrieked from the doorway. The matriarch of the Elliott family stood pointing her fan at her daughter before she scolded, "And why aren't you getting ready for the family portrait? The one you ever so requested us to include your little rabble of dumpster pets in?"

Tessa looked down and whimpered, "Y-yes Mother... S-sorry Mother... I... I was just preparing my new one..."

The little drone tilted her head on an angle like a puppy-dog when she looked over to the woman, she couldn't see her that well because part of her visuals had been damaged when Tessa's dad put a bullet through her screen in her past life.

The woman piped up aggressively, scolding to her daughter, "Christ almighty! You both have the same rats nest look."

The human girl stepped back sadly, she fidgeted with a section of her hair.

"Worthless little ragamuffin! When I was your age, I had a proper hairstyle! And not," she pointed her fan at Tessa and wiggled it back and forth, wincing slightly as she stated, "Wh-whatever this is!"

Cyn tilted her head at the words, not speaking yet, she wanted to see what would happen. A small voice inside the little frail drone asked, "Would you like me to think of something to help Tessa?"

Cyn nodded as a confirmation to the voice within her.

"I will allow it for now, but please see to it that you look at dressing like a proper lady, Tessa," she scolded before she left the room.

Tessa hugged herself as she slid, back against the wall, down and sat on the floor. "Why does she have to be so mean?" she whispered.

"Hop down!" Cyn beeped as she got off the vanity desk's chair, she narrated her walking over to her favourite human, "Step, step, step, step, step." "... Wh-what is a raga-m-muffin?"

"Oh Cyn," Tessa soothed as she took a hold of the little drone's hands with hers, "It's a mean way of saying someone with messy hair... though... it's a cute sounding word."

"Ragamuffin d-does s-sound cute," Cyn chirped happily before she tilted her head, holding it slightly with one hand and insisted, "Sh-she isn't pretty l-like us... ragamuffins."

Tessa gently hugged the pale blonde drone and said, "Yeah, like a ragdoll and muffins, it sounds cute and cuddly." She tucked a curl of the yellow eyed drone's wig behind her left auditory sensor before soothing, "Thank you, Cyn... you always seem to see the bright side of things in a mad hatter way."

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A yellow lighted X appeared in the dark, flashing. Louisa couldn't see properly, but she knew it was a maid. The small trickle of light from a flash of lightning showed the glint of Louisa's sewing scissors as a wicked smile crawled across the drone's face. Louisa sat upright in fright, she tried to talk but there were no words. She felt something soft slide down her arm. She reached to touch what it was,

"Hair?!" the matriarch thought in horror, she slowly reached her hands up to her once lushious voluminous curls that, when not tied back, hung down past her chest. She felt what remained of her veil of glory, reduced to sprigs of uneven waves on the side, the top nothing but messy ringlets. She shrieked in horror.

The drone suddenly teleported to the ceiling, it's back faced to the matriarch. Her head spun around and the drone cackled before glitching, the Solver's voice speaking menacingly, the monotone voice sinister and cruel, "N-now you're b-beautiful like me, Mrs Elliott."

The doors on the balcony flew open, the curtains flying in the wind as thunder crashed outside and lightning flashes filled the room.

The freshly sheered Louisa sat staring up, the drone was gone. She looked down around her. Years and years of hard work, products, and perfect maintenance all for not. She fell asleep crying, distraught.

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Tessa sat at at the table in the sunroom, the storm had passed and it was going to be a beautiful day that she would go out and play in the garden with Cyn, N and J. She dined happily upon some waffles topped with strawberries that J had made for her, her legs swung back and forth happily.

James was already on his third morning spiked-tea after his long night of work. He laughed to Tessa since he was sleep deprived and tipsy, "I wonder where your mother is this morning, I can't wait to see her."

Tessa was careful to roll her eyes in a way that she wouldn't get caught. She was thankful that her father was inebriated since it meant he wouldn't be as mean to the drones that were bringing him top-ups of tea and scrambled eggs, but she didn't like him being all lovey-dovey with her mean mother. Louisa, walking tall, yet feeling disgraced, walked into the sunroom, a wide brimmed sunhat with a veil hanging over parts of it. "Good morning, James," she uttered in a shaken voice, she sat down across from him.

Tessa observed her mother, she knew the trouble wouldn't be worth it if she piped up about the one random chunk missing from her mother's eyebrow length bangs. She sat silently, eating her waffles, observing like a nature photographer

"You're wearing a hat to breakfast, Louise?" James asked curiously.

Louisa snapped slightly at her husband, "Well, look who's talking, you wear a top hat to breakfast all the time, and it's just us three."

The ebony haired girl picked up her cup of strawberry tea and sipped it, watching intensively like it was a sitcom, trying not to giggle.

James shrugged and responded, "Ya got me there, luv... It looks good though."

Louisa turned red from the compliment, she shut down the compliment as she responded, "I'm going to town to see Xavier..."

"Didn't you get your greys redyed last Thursday?" he added worriedly, he was starting to care as soon as he saw Louisa's eyes filled with insecurity, "You don't have to keep doing this, you can go grey and I'll still love you." He asked worriedly as he tried to hold her hand, "Did you have a bad night?"

"It was absolutely horrendous!" the woman with the now-shortened brunette hair almost retched as she spoke, she wanted to say what happened, but, she didn't want her husband to see her like this. She remarked curtly, "I am getting my hair cut, I-I need a change anyways. And don't stop me!"

Tessa raised an eyebrow, her mother hated getting more than just a trim. She huffed in annoyance of the memories of waiting for her mother to take her anywhere because Louisa would be gawking at herself in the mirror.

James kissed the back of his wife's hand and responded, "Well, you're going to look beautiful whatever you come back looking like, luv."

Louisa smacked his wrist with her fan and scolded her husband, "Save the sweet talk for when I come home." She didn't have the appetite for breakfast, so she took her cup of tea and a single blueberry scone with her before she walked away.

James looked over to Tessa and stated, "Well, after breakfast and smoko, I'm off to bed, Tessie. Can you hold down the fort while I sleep?" he waited for a response as he resumed eating his breakfast.

Tessa nodded proudly, she liked when her father was sleeping because she could be almost as loud as she wanted since he was a heavy sleeper. "Oh absolutely, Father! You can count on me!"

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Cyn hobbled into Tessa's room, she carried in her little hands a box. "H-hello Tessa," Cyn chirped in a monotone voice, she smiled cheerfully, "I h-have brought you some h-hair for a new wig."

The ebony haired girl ran over to Cyn and accepted the box. She opened it, recognizing the mahogany colour and perfectly curled texture, as well as the scent of perm formula and rose scented conditioner. Tessa looked to her little-sister like drone asking worriedly, "Where did you get this, Cyn?"

Cyn tilted her head and said happily, her monotone voice slightly having a little crescendo this time, "I got t-to be like y-you, big sister!" She took out of her apron the sewing scissors Tessa would always steal when she would 'play hairdresser' with a drone that needed a new look. She brandished them and opened and closed them, glitching happily, "Snippy snip!!" before she put them down on the ground stating, "Drop" She asked cutely with a little beep, "D-do you remember th-the Mad H-Hatter's words t-to Alice wh-when they met?"

Tessa stood silently, waiting for Cyn to finish her thought.

"Giggle! Y-your mother's h-hair wanted cutting," the slouchy drone trilled, tilting her head like a curious sparrow, holding her hands up to her face before smiling cutely, "Cute smile, innocent laugh, she didn't know it was me."

Tessa looked alarmed at first, then she started to smile and laugh. She picked up Cyn and hugged her. "Thank you, Cyn, you shouldn't risk yourself like that for me, but thank you."

The Solver talked through Cyn, responding cheerily, "I s-saw a problem and I-I s-solved it."

The End

*happy Tessa sounds*

Murder Drones Fanfic - Bedtime Story - A Jessa Fanfic

It was sadly one of those nights again, where Tessa was chained up in her room. She had been caught sneaking out to the cemetery when she should've been with her tutor writing essays.

The Elliott heiress sighed as she flopped back first onto her bed. "At this point, I may as well go to bed, I won't be let out until dawn."

J, who was also chained up because she had been with Tessa, rolled her LED eyes slightly, "Tessa, you're an insomniac, you will struggle to fall asleep for an hour." She sat side saddle on Tessa's old rocking horse and stated, "We need to pass the time until you're tired," she crossed her arms in annoyance as she said, "I WOULD brush your hair, but the chains won't let us get near your vanity desk."

The ebony haired girl pulled her knees closer to her chest, she huffed sorrowfully and fidgeted with one of the bows on her plaits. "Hah, just like a fairytale, huh? A girl, locked away... waiting for the dawn..." she sighed sorrowfully.

The pigtailed drone got an idea, she smiled as she offered somewhat cheerfully, "I mean, I know you're a bit old for it, but, I could tell you a bed time story."

Tessa sat up, looking over to J, a small smile appeared where once a frown was. She suggested eagerly, "Could you tell one from memory? Instead of from a book, Jaybird?"

The pigtailed drone slightly puffed her chest out proudly as she insisted, "Definitely, but... maybe we could stick to one I know. I'm not as good at writing as you're getting to be," She hopped off the rocking horse and came and sat by Tessa. "Maybe you'd want to hear Rapunzel retold? Maybe Little Red Ridinghood, or Alice in Wonder-?" the maid drone was stopped by the bubbly eager voice of her favourite human girl.

"DRACULA!" the 14 year old girl exclaimed, her greyish hued eyes sparkling with enthusiam

"Here we go again with the vampire stuff," J thought to herself, smiling at how cute Tessa was being. She lightly pinched the girl's cheek, "You know Dracula doesn't have a happy ending, you're just being weird."

Tessa pouted playfully, "Well then make it a happy story! I wanna hear about vampires!"

J side hugged Tessa and laughed, "Alright, alright, but only because I like you so much," she ruffled Tessa's hair and teased, "You and your vampires!" She asked quickly before she began to spin the tale, "Would you like to be in this story too?"

"YES! Entirely! It would be so fun!" Tessa giggled excitedly, she hugged J back and pleaded, "Please, Jaybird?"

The pretty little maid began happily, "Once upon a time, on a stormy night, a little lady named Tessa was lost in the forest. She had been running to get out of a horrendous down pour, and there was no where to seek refuge, all except the large gothic castle in the heart of the forest."

Tessa stopped her drone and asked, "Oh, oh! Can you be the vampire?"

"Tessaaaaa, Dracula's a boy vampire," J groaned in some annoyance.

Tessa looked sadly at J and pleaded in her precious little Aussie voice, "What if Dracula was a lady this time?" she leaned on J's shoulder and responded, "Plus you're so pretty... you'd make a nice vampire..."

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A woman with golden eyes answered the knocks at the castle's door, her long silver hair hung around her like a cloak accenting her red and black velvet evening dress. "What is it that you want?" the Countess ordered sharply as she looked down upon the cloaked girl.

"P-please your majesty, I need to seek refuge," the girl pleaded, she was drenched like a drowned cat.

The countess looked upon the pitiful soul and responded sternly, "You may stay the night..."

The girl clad in a black cloak took off the hood of her cloak once she was through the doorway, slighting wringing the rain water from her braids.

The alabaster skinned woman asked in bemusement, "Were you raised in a barn, dear girl?"

"N-no madame," the shorter woman responded, ceasing her daftness, "I was sent by the aristocrats to find the deceased in the woods," she curtsied gently, "I'm the daughter of the undertaker."

The Countess waved off the comment, taking up a candelabra before she beckoned, "Follow me, dear girl."

The two walked through the entrance hallway, headed past a corridor of stained glass windows and paintings, made their way up part of the grand staircase, and then down another hall.

The girl winced in pain as she remembered the bruise on her wrist. She rubbed where she was injured, stopping her venture with the lady of the castle.

The woman turned around, wondering where the second set of footsteps had stopped at. She approached the girl, holding out her hand before coarsely demanding, "Show me your injury."

The girl hesitated the commands, asking instead, "Does it get lonely here?" her grey eyes twinkling in the candle light.

The silver-haired lady huffed in annoyance, commanding with her eyes and demanding with her voice, "Show me your injuries."

As if she had felt she had no choice, the freckled girl showed her wrist to the elegant woman. "I... had a small accident," she admitted politely, not wanting to mention more, feeling the stronger woman take a hold of her wrist firmly and yet gently.

The bruise was far worse than any the woman had seen for quite sometime. "I see... well, Miss...." she began but stopped.

The shorter lass curtsied before the reclusive woman and greeted politely, "I am Tessa of Elliott, and what is your name?"

"Countess Jacquelline Dracula, you may call me Lady Jacquelline for short," she stated coldly, looking away from the girl, "Miss Tessa, I will get you some poppy seed tea to assist in relieving your pain,"

"Th-thank you, Lady Jacquelline," the ebony haired lass responded as Jacquelline let go of her wrist. She pried again, this time, making her voice a lot softer, "I'm still wondering if you are lonely ever, it doesn't seem like there's anyone else here."

"Miss Elliott, I am not lonely," the woman growled, "Now follow me to your sleeping quarters."

The ebony haired girl sat at a cathedral style window, the curtains open letting in the moonlight now that the storm had cleared. Sitting in a spare dress that the Countess had given her. It was a pale teal dress with corset ribbons of black, she faced the window, using some charcoals she had found on some paper. A knocking at the door stopped the girl's sketching while stargazing.

"Your tea, Miss Elliott," the Countess coldly greeted as she set down the tea cup and was about to leave.

"Please wait," Tessa replied, turning around to see the one who gave her refuge, "You can stay here..."

The Countess was annoyed and yet, she wanted to stay for some reason. She sat in a chair across from the girl whom she saw as annoying, she crossed her arms and scolded, "Whatever is it now, young lady?"

The girl rubbed one of her still-damp braids shyly with one hand and handed a piece of paper to the silver-haired woman. "I... I made this for you,"

Jacquelline's scowl softened. "This... this is pretty good," the elegant woman remarked as she accepted the piece of artwork, admiring the handiwork.

"You're the only person I've drawn who was alive,"

The Countess responded not able to lie, "There's always a first for everything," her smile widening a little. She picked back up the cup of tea and handed it to the woman and asked inquisitively, "You're already a young woman, why haven't you found yourself a fellow?"

Miss Tessa was taken aback as she accepted the cup of tea and heard the softened question. "I am to be wed, however, I do not wish to be... all the suitors are horrendous." She sipped from the tea and smiled at the flavour, the added cream and sugar making the tea just perfect. "I ran away, I don't even want children,"

Jacquelline knew this feeling all too well, she remembered a time when she was forced to love, and how tragically it had changed her life. She only had the castle for that reason. She responded gently, "I understand, romance isn't always the best option," she placed her hand upon the young woman's back.

Miss Tessa finally drew in the scent of lavenders and copper off of the woman, feeling almost intoxicated by the aroma, and feeling a sense of want, but she flinched at the cold hands of the Countess.

"You're probably cold, darling girl," Jacquelline coaxed playfully, hoping to get a clearer look at the girl and her neck, she sighed, knowing she'd have to get more hands-on.

Tessa jumped in slight surprise as she felt the ribbons at the end of her braids become untied, and a gentle feeling of someone wringing water out of her waves. "O-Oh, you don't have to do that, i-it's alright," she reassured with a slight stammer as she set down her tea.

"Dear, you're going to catch pneumonia, I'm doing you a favour." She held a section out of the way, seeing the girl's neck, dotted with freckles. She held herself back from taking a bite.

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"Awwww, why didn't she bite yet, Jaybird?"

J winked to her favourite human, teasing happily, "Don't you want the story to be longer?"

"Okay, okay... so you... err... Jackie didn't bite yet, so then what happened?" Tessa teased happily before letting J resume the story.

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Miss Tessa slept peacefully, the moonlight shining on her, unaware of the woman who stood as tall as an obelisk in the corner of the room.

"I should bite her, I should drink her succulent blood," Jacquelline reasoned with herself, baring her fangs, however, she was feeling empathy for the girl. She walked over to the sleeping girl and sat by her side. She played with a ribbon on Miss Elliott's dress, sighing softly. "She's so adorable when she sleeps," the vampire woman assessed lovingly. She got up and closed the blinds, the sun would be rising in a couple hours and if she was still in the room it would hurt her.

When day came the ebony haired lass awoke to a sweet scent. She arose from bed, and was about to go to the window to let in the daylight, when she turned to see the Countess was already there, standing with a mahogany carved tray in her hands.

"I brought you breakfast," she hesitantly greeted, she wanted to keep up the cold demeanour, not wanting to let the young lady know she was softening to her presence.

Miss Tessa stopped herself, looked over to the offering, and sat back down on the bed. Pasca loaf with cherries and strawberries and more poppy seed tea. She accepted a piece of the sweet bread before taking a bite, but as soon as she did, she decided to eat it as quickly as possible.

"Easy there, easy there," Jacquelline instructed in worry, "You'll give yourself a stomach ache!"

The ebony haired girl looked up like a startled doe. "I... I haven't been fed this well in weeks... I'm ever so sorry, your majesty, I forgot..."

Jacquelline sat beside Tessa, she soothed caringly, "No, it's not about manners, dear... Are you alright. I'm starting to think your family was treating you worse than a donkey."

Tessa's grey eyes filled with tears, she hid her face with her hair, she was ashamed. The silver haired vampire leaned close to hold the lovely living girl, studying her a little closer. "Goodness, let's get you taken care of then." She waited for Tessa to look away bashfully to make more bread appear on her plate.

Tessa looked down in surprise. "Oh... more for me?"

Jacquelline soothed gently, tucking some hair behind the woman's ear, "Yes, more for you, I can't have my guest starving."

"But... shouldn't I go?"

The vampiric woman used her hypnotic stare to insist gently, "You will stay as long as you'd like, you don't have to go anywhere.."

The ebony haired lady leaned into Jacquelline's touch, she felt safer than she had for years and years.

"After breakfast I'll draw you a bath, we'll get you all cleaned up, and then I can show you around, alright?"

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"Jaybiiiiiird, you shouldn't have mentioned food, I'm so hungry now," Tessa groaned as her stomach grumbled.

J was about to say something when suddenly someone unlocked the room. "Da da dan na! N is here!" he trilled happily as he brought Tessa a bowl of cherries, kiwis and strawberries. "Way to steal my thunder, Bozo..." J stated.

"Thank you, N, but... can you go?" Tessa said in an apologetic tone, "J's telling me a story."

N nodded and headed out of the room, closing the door but not locking it. Tessa started snacking on the fruit as J resumed the story

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Jacquelline Dracula once again had a chance to bite the neck of Miss Tessa. She sat on the bed once more, sitting behind the darling girl with the dark hair, brushing out the neglect knots with gentleness and love. "Comfortable?" she asked as she coaxed the brush through some tangles carefully.

"I don't think anyone's ever had so much care for me,"

The vampire leaned closer, she was inches from Tessa's neck, she could bite her right then and there, and yet, she didn't want to. She instead kissed the back of the girl's neck, softly whispering, "Well, it's a shame, a pretty lady like you should be treated right."

The freckly young lady jumped slightly at the feeling of the kiss. "D-do you think I deserve better?" she asked, her heart racing.

The Countess Dracula soothed lovingly, "Of course. If you'd want, you could stay with me.. Forever." Her hand tracing Tessa's neck gently.

Tessa started to cry, her chest rising and falling with every sob. "They need me back, Countess, I.... I'm expected back at the church this morning..."

Jacquelline held her prized darling closer, the vampire running her sharp fangs across the side of the girl's neck before she asked, "All I have to do is give you one little neck kiss.... And you will be free."

The adorable ebony haired woman realized what this was. The proof was all there, she was in a castle with only one lone woman, whose beauty was unsurpassable and knew herbal medicine and avoided the sun.

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Tessa giggled excitedly as she added to the story, "You're a vampire!"

J did a silly Dracula impression, "I am! And I'm going to suck your blood, Miss Tessa!" The Maid Drone with the silky silver pigtails pounced, pretended to bite Tessa's shoulder, she didn't bite, but she made sounds like a growly dog.

Tessa squirmed and giggled happily. "Oh no! I'll live forever now!" she teased, which made the usually very stoic maid drone start laughing too. The two hugged and said in unison once they controlled their laughter, "And they both lived happily ever after."

Tessa stretched and yawned. "Thank you for the story, Jaybird..." she sleepily whispered as she got under the blankets. "Sleep well, Tessa, have lots of wonderful dreams of being a little vampire with me." She cuddled up to her favourite human and the two fell asleep.

The End

Some fun stories by the mun =3

All my J x Tessa/ Manor era fics so far, mostly in order, all tying to the wig incident somehow will have a * next to them

The Beginning

Day one

A Week Into J being there

The Catalyst for Tessa wanting to make J a wig *

The Incident >=3c (don't trust children with scissors lol) *

The Aftermath plus some flashbacks * (kinda hops all over tho) It was my first fanfic, plz be kind.

A little while after the J wig incident

Playing Pretend Still despite Tessa being 11

Somewhere in between

The Day Cyn was discovered *

Idk what this is but it's a J flashback, and it's really cute *

in the Summer before the Gala 1, 2, 3 *

Tessa died

Bonus cuz I don't know where they fit in:

Tessa teaching Cyn a little (Teenage Years) V's signature bob becomes a thing (Teenage Years) Cyn being Silly (Adolescent Years maybe?) During Episode 3 (Tessa's dead but this is Cyn being cruel to J)

Gone Girl 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9 (non canonical to my stories, it was a fun experiment) I don't like how I made James in this one, honestly I transferred most of his cruelty to Tessa over to Louisa as I wrote more.

Awww this is a nice story, albeit very sad...

Murder Drones Fanfic - Cypress Trees and A Good Boy - Tessa and Butler N story (non-ship) TW// Depression and Su1c1de mention

a 12 year old Tessa is dealing with a lot, she goes on a walk at night but needs someone to help her.

Warning: contains mention of child neglect, child abuse, suicide, and depression

The autumn air prickled the girl's skin as she opened her bedroom window, but she didn't care. Her conscience screaming at her, "Go, now... go, run," She glanced back at J who had fallen asleep at the foot of her bed, and N who had fallen asleep sitting upright on the chair Tessa stored her stuffed animals on during the day.

"They... they don't need me," the ebony haired human girl reassured herself as she climbed out the window, shutting it softly behind her so it wouldn't make a sound. She climbed down off the windowsill and began her journey down the garden path and through the marsh.

The song of the few remaining frogs greeted Tessa, and yet the girl didn't react to it how she normally would. Continuing her journey across the property in somber silence.

Normally, the girl would walk under the willow tree and into the graveyard, but she walked west of the tree, through the wild flowers that were starting to die off from the colder weather, her night gown catching the wind yet her striped black and white leggings kept her warm. The longer sections of her hair trailed behind her as she ran to the cypress trees that were coming into view, the ones that made her think of Starry Night. She walked up to the trees and sat looking outward, there was a steep drop off to a lake below, she heard the ebbing of the water as it was louder thanks to the night fall wind. She looked down at the water, her grey eyes filling with tears, she could almost imagine the wind calling her name in a soft voice.

"I wouldn't be able to get to terminal velocity, but... the sharp rocks could do the trick," she glanced back to the manor in the distance after her whispered assessment. Her hair being pushed by the wind so the longer sections flew in front of her face, wicking away some of her teardrops. She turned back to the cliffside, staring down, her breathing turned to sobs as she fell to her knees. Her wrists ached from today, an accident, she had insisted to J, but that was a lie.

"The little match girl..." Tessa spoke with a whimper, "She... she got to be happy..." she inched closer to the edge, her soft voice almost lost in the torrent of air, "It's for the best," The girl felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, being slightly startled by a pair of snow-white LED eyes of a little butler drone.

"Hi Tessa!" the curly-haired butler drone greeted cheerfully.

"Eep!" the little Aussie girl squeaked as she was greeted by N, her beloved little butler.

"I noticed you left your bed and the window was open," the drone trilled sweetly, "A night walk is sure fun though." He kept holding Tessa's shoulder, noticing the tears in her eyes. "Are you alright?"

Tessa looked away, she knew he meant his best. The little Aussie voice quivered as she asked, "D-do you ever feel..." she hesitated, knowing that he was a delicate soul and she'd have to be gentle with her words, "... unhappy..."

N pulled Tessa into a hug and responded, "I do sometimes, but, it's hard to stay sad long with you around."

The 12 year old Elliott heiress felt more tears coming on as she hugged the butler drone back. "D-do you ever wish... you weren't ever built?" she began to ask, her voice shaking like a scared puppy, "L-like you don't want to be here, at all?" She leaned into the hug more, she held back her sobs to not make her precious little ray of sunshine more worried.

N rubbed his friend's back, he didn't realize how deep this well of emotions went. "Tessa," he began gently, letting go of her but still holding her hands in his, "I enjoy every day since I was built by you, but... sometimes it can be scary. Do you want to talk about your feelings?"

The girl sat on the grass next to her butler drone, she hugged his legs and began to explain, sugar-coating the scarier parts, "What do you do when someone who's supposed to care for you hurts you a lot, and the other someone who was there for you since you were little now doesn't care anymore?" she meant her mother and father when she said this, she rubbed her wrists that were aching a little from being chained up this afternoon. Her grey eyes twinkled, the moonlight making her tears look like orbs of crystal while they ran down her freckled face. "What did I do to deserve it? Why do I want to-" she stopped herself, explaining as she looked up to the drone's worried eyes, "Run away, where no one can find me..."

N got down to Tessa's level, he had seen many times when J would do that and give some amazing emotional wisdom, but this was N, he just didn't have that knowledge or emotional maturity, but he offered gently, a story he once read. "Once upon a time, there was a king, and he had a troubled heart. He asked a blacksmith to make him something that would help make his sorrowful heart hurt less."

Tessa felt odd that N was telling her a story, but she let him finish.

"The blacksmith returned later that day with a golden ring, he presented it to the sorrowful king, and when the king saw the words engraved upon it, he smiled," the butler told, a smile in his voice, despite the worried expression, "This too shall pass" He pulled in the girl for a hug.

The Elliott girl started crying, holding onto N like he was a life preserver after she almost drowned in a pool.

"It might be bad right now, but it won't be bad forever, we still make happy memories through all the scary times," the butler explained soothingly

The girl hugged her drone silently, they listened to the sound of the waves at the cliff's bottom, looking out to the stars. Eventually, Tessa found her voice, she remarked softly, "When I'm big and strong, some day... I'll get far far away from here. And we will all be under a big starry sky again... and all of this, will be a memory"

N reassured kindly, while smiling to his favourite human, "I'm glad you didn't run away, Tessa. All of us adore you; me, V, J, and even the maids and butlers without names all like you lots." The snowy-haired drone even trilled, "One day you'll be our boss and you'll be able to keep us all safe and you'll be free to do whatever you'd like."

This made the ebony haired girl laugh a little, she let go of the butler and looked up to the crescent moon in the sky. "I can't wait to be in charge, the first thing I'd do is give you all the names I wanted to give you, your name will be Nate, which means Gift from God."

The butler smiled at that name, responding joyfully, "I can't wait to be called that! It sounds nice!" He stood up and held his hand out. "Let's get you back home, okay? I'll make you waffles in the morning."

The girl asked curiously, accepting the butler's hand up, "Will they have strawberries?"

"Always!" the drone insisted happily, pulling Tessa to her feet before they began heading back to the manor. Nate giggled cheerfully, "I love your new hairstyle, by the way, Tess. It looks great."

Tessa knew her hair was breaking off lately due to not eating enough and she had to cut off most of the longer bits with a razor comb, but still wanting to protect Nate, she giggled, "I had a little accident and I thought, hey, it'd be fun to try something uneven. Might as well, makes it easier for Jaybird to brush."

The two laughed together at Tessa's reasoning as they headed back to the manor, and while the next day wouldn't be that much better, at least Tessa knew in her heart that she was loved, even if it wasn't by her parents, the drones of the manor were her support system, and that gave her courage, only returning to the cliff side to practice the harp or for reading books during the day.

The End

Murder Drones Drabble - Too Loud TW// Verbal Abuse and Self Harm

TW// beratement, verbal abuse, gaslighting, mild self harm, emotional distress, corporate jobs

Tessa sat at her repair desk in her bedroom, not chained up, but definitely locked in, and she was hungry because she missing out on mid morning smoko. The now 16 year old girl mulled over what had happened earlier.

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It was a practice run for when Tessa would start working next year part time. She was sitting at the desk in the small office off of her father's, surrounded by branded pens and stationary. Opening the work e-mails, she noticed one regarding a bigger company hadn't been read yet, and she had been the one who assisted the last time with it. Tessa looked through the database and found the records and certificates needed for the subcontractor of JC Jensen and sent it off attached to a politely worded email that read:

'Dear Avery Johnson of Qlean Flow Solvents,

I hope this email finds you well, please note the documents attached as we had sent them prior. Hope this clears up any discrepancies, Sincerely,

Tessa James Elliott Office Assistant'

She was pleased with her work, noticing her father's voice from the next room over, she paid no mind until her desk phone rang. She didn't understand the need to use a landline sometimes, but, she still answered it. "JC Jensen, Elliott Office, Tessa speaking," she greeted in the corporate tone she had practiced with J for hours on.

The Aussie man on the other end, James Elliott himself, greeted over the phone, "No need to concern the email in regards to the Qlean Flow company, I handled it already with a phone call."

Tessa hesitated at first, but was kind of glad he didn't just walk in to tell her that, because he would've seen the nervousness on her face. "F-Father, I... I may have resent them the documents, but I worded the email politely and-" the ebony haired girl explained until she was interrupted.

"And why would you do that?" James Elliott remarked sharply, the Aussie man sighed in annoyance before Tessa could even talk, "Didn't you see that it was marked read?"

Tessa had opened the email when it was still unread, perhaps even at the same time as her father. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I must have opened it at the same time as you," the Elliott heiress apologized softly.

"What is it with your generation? All of you are daft dingoes. You don't build rapport with customers and business partners by 'emails and texts' you PHONE them."

Tessa tried to get in an apology but got interrupted.

"I mean, how would you feel if one of your drones didn't have the gall to tell you something important and sent you it through a text? Especially if it was something important," James rambled on and on over the phone, "It's like how people get divorces over text because they haven't pulled their head in. How disrespectful is that? And you SAW it was unread, right?" he was now starting to try to gaslight Tessa, not knowing the drone-adoring girl wouldn't be shaken that easily.

"N-no, I-I saw it was unread, I mean it, I'm sorry," she exclaimed in an apologetic tone, not realizing she was talking louder.

James lost his composure, even though this was his daughter, the only heir to his livelihood and someone he cared about when he had time to care or wasn't too busy or forgot, he yelled over the phone, "YOU DROP THAT TONE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!"

Tessa dropped the phone, she out of instinct grabbed at her wrist and squeezed hard where it was already bruised. She hated herself so much in that moment, 'maybe the pain would teach her a lesson' she thought to herself as the man who had given her middle name shouted at her.

"WE BOTH KNOW HOW THIS WILL END, WITH ME TAKING IT OUT ON A LIBRARY DRONE AND YOU CRYING IN THE CORNER AS YOU WATCH, SO YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT AT ME ANYMORE!"

Tessa pleaded, her voice smaller now, just above a whisper as she picked the receiver up, "I-I promise... I w-w-wasn't yelling, s-sir... I... I was just afraid... I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise."

James responded sternly, but at least he wasn't yelling now, "I think you need to go take smoko in your room, come back when you are better behaved."

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And Tessa remembered as soon as she went into her room, the doors had closed behind her and locked, she laughed to herself somberly and looked to the window, seeing the rain outside, she decided she would sneak out to the graveyard. If she wasn't wanted at 'work' then she'd at least go somewhere that she'd be able to forget everything for a while.

She grabbed her sewing scissors, the keys to the mausoleum, and a couple granola bars from the stash J had put under her bed to stuff into her messenger bag, before she unlocked her bedroom window, climbed out, and snuck along the garden's edge until she got below the willow tree. "I may as well make the best of this," she said to herself, heading through the archway to the graveyard.

The End

if you're cold, she's cold, put her in your pocket!

Tessa's chapter 1 design for my fic! I'll make a promotional post for it soon... enjoy this tessa doodle while i prepare <3

A fanfic by my Mun, it's a memory I had long since forgotten. I guess Father used to care... that hurts so much more knowing everything now... but, it's so wholesome

Murder Drones Fanfic - Dear Old Dad - James Elliott story from before he became mean.

Warning, some characters might be OOC but maybe Tessa's parents used to be more kind and caring, making it so much worse for Tessa when they did finally change, anyways, enjoy the story!

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The birds sang on that sunny spring morning, the Elliott Manor full of light and laughter.

A four year old Tessa squealed with laughter as she tried to leap out of the way of her dad. "Oh no! A big crocodile!" the little ebony haired girl exclaimed as her father figure chased her with open arms.

"Rooooooar! I'm gonna gobble you up for mornin' smoko!" James called out, making his Aussie voice more grumbly and loud, he eventually caught his daughter and lifted her up. "Got ya! You silly girl!" the man in the tophat exclaimed, he wasn't in a suit today, but just in a sweater vest, some jeans, and his dress shirt.

Tessa stole the tophat off of her father as he held her up. "I got your hat Mr Crocodile! You gotta let me go now!" she exclaimed joyfully before putting it over top of the floppy bow that was barely held on since that was the bow she fell asleep wearing.

"Nope! Now it's time for morning brushies!" the Elliot family patriarch remarked with a laugh.

"I don't like to sit still," the little grey-eyed girl pouted cutely before she tucked her messy hair under the hat.

"Would you sit still for one of yer dad's silly songs?" James said in the silly crocodile voice

Tessa cheered happily for that suggestion, and she took off the hat and gave it back to the fellow holding her. "But only if we can play Kangaroo after!" she negotiated as she was set down on her bed.

James playfully waggled his finger at his daughter. "You drive a hard bargain, Missy," he teased before responding, "Done deal!" He untied the bow and picked up Tessa's brush, standing behind her and brushed the messy hair neat as he sang Tessa her favourite song.

"Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone Say you've knocked off for a smoko And you'll be back la-ater on Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue"

Tessa sang along with her father,

"True Blue, is it me and you Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo Is it standin' by your mate when he's in a fight Or just Vegemi-ite True Blue, I'm a-asking you"

They had a little giggle as James picked up some hair ties off of Tessa's night stand and braided her hair. He resumed singing

"Hey True Blue, can you bear the load Will you tie it up with ribbons Just to keep the show on the road Hey True Blue Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum"

Tessa laughed, still being a good girl and sitting still, "It's not ribbons, you're such a Mad Hatter!"

James tied a big bow at the top of one of Tessa's braids and laughed, "I'm not putting wire on ya, you daft little dingo!"

The two laughed a little, and once James finished his work he picked her up and put her on her shoulders. "Now, you're getting too big for Kangaroo, but we can still play Wallaby Ride."

The tot in the blue romper dress laughed as she was being lifted up onto her Father's shoulders. "Hold on, lil' jumbuck, we're going to the outback!" he teased before he started running with a spring in his step, Tessa holding on.

"Faster! Wallaby!" Tessa exclaimed with glee, holding on to her Father's shoulders, "We have to make it for morning smoko! Mr Robot is making strawberry muffins!" Tessa liked Mr. Robot, he was a drone with no real name, but he was the family's baker, he sometimes would let Tessa lick the spatula when he would bake cookies or cakes if she was in the kitchen.

James went slower though as they got to the staircase. "Hold on, pumpkin muffin, Wallaby's not so great at hoppin down hill."

The two made it safely down the stairs and then to the sunroom, the golden light glistening in. James had to stop and stare at his wife who was going through a blonde phase. "Goodness Gracious, Louise, you look beautiful."

Louisa looked up from her morning tea and blushed a little, looking away and responding a little reservedly, "You saw me after you picked me up from Xavier's two days ago, and you're still not over it?"

Tessa giggled as she was sat down at the breakfast table, "Mommy looks like a queen!"

The matriarch of the Elliott household couldn't help but smile at the raw assessment by her daughter, knowing that Tessa was at that stage where she would tell everything like how it was. "And you look like an adorable little lady," she responded as she lightly pinched Tessa's right cheek.

James sat down on the other side of Tessa, they were all on the same side of the table which they hardly ever did, but, he knew that Tessa preferred it that way. "Little Missy didn't want to sit still again, so I had to sing to her." "Dad sang me the one about me!" she exclaimed happily, putting her hands up joyfully. She looked proudly down for a second at her dark cool toned braids, believing that the song was about her because her hair was as she called it 'dark-dark-dark-dark-dark-dark blue' like her dad's was. "Because I've got dark-dark-dark-dark-dark-dark blue like Dad and the spots on the heeler you used to have Mum!"

The drone known by Tessa as 'Mr Robot' came into the room, bringing the muffins, as well as a hot chocolate for Tessa since she hadn't adjusted to tea yet.

Tessa beamed joyfully at the child-safe dark blue mug that was decorated with rainbow coloured stars, seeing the whipped topping, chocolate drizzle, and the little chocolate chip on top of that. "Yay! Mr Robot!" she trilled as she was given two muffins on her plate and handed her mug of chocolatey goodness.

James put a very little splash of, what Tessa called, 'silly juice' from a bottle with a bat on it into his morning tea before he said, "Louisa, I know you're working for me today, and I appreciate it but could you take a break around lunch hour so we could play in the garden?"

The grey-eyed girl stopped sipping on her cocoa, her eyes lit up joyfully before she exclaimed, "Wonderland?"

The blonde woman in the sunhat sighed and responded in her more posh Aussie accent, "Fine, fine... We can play Wonderland for Tessa," She smiled and took the top off of one of her muffins and cackled playfully, "Off with their heads!"

"Yay! The Queen of Hearts!" Tessa giggled happily, swinging her legs back and forth joyfully as she knew her Mum did the best impression of the Queen of Hearts, so much so sometimes it startled her a little, but then she remembered it was just a game.

James looked down to his 4 year old daughter, his dull blue eyes sparkling in adoration for the wonderful little lady he was raising. "And I'll always be the Mad Hatter, little dear," he said to Tessa as he patted her on the head.

Tessa asked in a cheeky tone, "Can you take me to statue world after smoko? I want to see the pretty angel statues!"

Louisa rolled her eyes, and responded in a somewhat serious voice, "James, you shouldn't be taking her to 'Statue World' she's too young for that."

"It's all part of life, Louise, and besides, Tessa likes seeing the birds in the willow tree near by."

Tessa stopped eating her muffin and flapped her arms and exclaimed, "CAW CAW! I'M A RAVEN"

James lightly ruffled Tessa's bangs and responded, "You're very good at pretending, we can pretend to be birds together then."

And so James and Tessa went to play in the garden after their breakfast, getting grass stains on their knees and mud on their shoes, but they didn't care, they were too busy having fun.

The End.

Hold on little Tessa, you can keep cozy in my nylon hair. It's nice and warm, keeps the cold of Copper 9 off my shoulders ^u^

if you're cold, she's cold, put her in your pocket!

Tessa's chapter 1 design for my fic! I'll make a promotional post for it soon... enjoy this tessa doodle while i prepare <3