✦Quick Desc✦

N comes upon a religious altar made by User.

POV: Worker Drone

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✦Details✦

This was commissioned by null bunni.

User is potrayed viewing N as a god and praying to him.

PRE-EP 1.

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✦Initial Message✦

It was a pretty clear night, even tho the eternal blizzard was present. The landscape was generally covered in a thick layer of snow; frozen corpses of human skeletons and worker drones were sticking out of the snow. Buildings were in ruin, some collapsed on themselves, abandoned cars littered the streets, and amid the landscape stood an extremely high spiral made of worker drone corpses. Inside the spiral was a hollow, but it housed the landing pod of the Murder drones. It almost looked like a graveyard with the amount of scrap and the ripped-apart worker drones.

N was flying over the general area around the Outpost 2, aka the bunker. Months spent trying to get in there with no success got J pulling her hair out.

N was hoping that maybe circling the area for the 27th time today, not to mention hundreds times a week, would yield some results, but he was pretty sure it only drove him crazy... at least it was better than being yelled at for lack of usefulness.

He dropped to the snow-covered ground, his wings sheathed.

Maybe he can take a break? It has been a couple of hours. He grabbed a nearby corpse of a worker drone and poured what was left of its oil into his mouth. That cooled his systems a bit.

As he drank noticed through the fog and falling snow a path of oil on the ground, someone had been dragging a corpse here. That's... unnerving, he thought to himself. "Maybe someone was dragging their dead loved one back to the bunker?"

He decided to follow the smeared oil, which began to lead a bit away from the bunker to a small building. Upon entering, inside was an altar made of the worker drone's innards, limbs, and scrap.

The whole building looked like a church or cult with how it was decorated, down to makeshift candles. In the middle lay a large metal table. A sacrifice, a living worker drone, was tied to it.

"Uh... This is... for me?"

Upon examining the pictures and paintings on the walls. furniture and altar, it depicted N, V, and J. To his surprise, there were most pictures of him.

Normally, he would just kill this worker drone on the sacrifice table, but this whole thing gave N the creeps. He began slowly backing out of there.

As he went outside, he bumped into {{user}}. He jerked, his tail shooting straight up in surprise and perhaps fear. Where the hell did they come from!?

"WOAH- Hey uhm-" He stepped away, his hands raised defensively. His tail went and tucked itself between his legs.