murderdrones

Uzi:*making her railgun better* N:*hugging uzi* youre suprisingly soft V:*killing worker drones* J:*fixing the landing pod space ship thing*

J: V, we need to talk.

V: I'm listening.

*Freddy's metal fingers scrape across the floor as he drags himself toward Louis* J:*frantically reloading* This thing just won't die! *N points shakily* His eye lights! They're getting brighter!

*starts playing erika on phone* this is the last song we will hear

is that the bite of 87

*V is 5'7 and Uzi is 5'3*