towerofanimus | September 1964

Characters: Ocelot and you
Setting: Dormitory floor
When: Event start
Format: I'll match
Summary: Ocelot returns... wrong. Part of the Group C workers.
Warnings: Possible violent death.

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Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere. But it wasn't her face staring back at her, it wasn't her body. It wasn't her clothes. It was her mother. Her mother. Younger than Ocelot was now, dead for forty years. She's screaming on the inside, but her mouth is unable to move. Where she wants to express utter terror, only a blank look is present.

She cleans. The floor is so dirty, the mirrors not perfectly clean. There's dirt in places from muddy shoes and boots because people aren't cleaning up their feet before returning from outdoor floors.

All she can do is watch in horror as her mother's image cleans up the dust in the room, unable to escape, just continue to clean up the rooms without the ability to stop herself. Everything is so dirty and that won't do at all.

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In the middle of the night, Ocelot stands, stock still, watching over a bed. Whoever's bed it is does not seem to matter to her as she doesn't seem to be aware at all that she's watching a person. Merely standing there, unmoving. Barely even blinking. It's kind of disturbing, really.

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Nesir was patrolling the hallways. Making sure the residents were in bed. They were to sleep when it was dark unless they held a job that required them to work at night. But many didn't. So much disobedience at night time. As if they thought the darkness shielded them.

It didn't. Nothing passed by their masters. Nothing at all and Nesir was on alert for trouble makers.

However it wasn't a trouble maker she found. It was another drone. Worker drone. A name came to Nesir's mind. Ocelot. But it doesn't matter. What matters is the drone is not working.

"I would be asking you to be going back to your duty."

Though normally obedient, there is no response from the drone. She doesn't look up or move from her spot. She continues to watch the sleeping person, her gaze locked on the form. If she were not malfunctioning, things would be going much better for her, but as it is now it appears that even telling her to go back to her duties is too much.

Nesir entered the room, and made her way to the worker. Everyone had a purpose and a job and deviating from said purpose and job was disobedience. Disobedience could not be allowed, especially from the workers. It could spread to the residents.

She put her hand on Ocelot's shoulder, unfortunately since her fingers were blades that might hurt. "I did be speaking to you. You do be having work to be doing."

The pain makes the drone turn, staring at Nesir, still blank. If she were functioning, she would of course be listening, but there is something wrong. In a flash, the drone tries to attack, to wrap her fingers around the girl's throat. Unconsciously still remembering the manners of attacking, she moves quickly.

Nesir moved just as quickly, blade fingers coming to dig in the fingers around her neck. Air had been shut off but panic didn't come with it, it would be find, she had been modified to be useful to the tower, and death did not mean a thing.

Even with the pain of the blades stabbing her, she doesn't stop trying to strangle Nesir. She could loose all of the fingers on her hand and still find another way to attack. The blank faced drone didn't even wince, her grip tightening.

Nesir dug her blades in, that was her plan, to remove the fingers. Loosen the grip.

There was a pressure inside her head, like something screaming, but it did not make her pause, not even for a moment.

The squeezing around Nesir's throat lessened somewhat, a few fingers only hanging on by a few threads of bloody skin. The pain seemed to have brought the drone back, and now Ocelot, unable to react, unable to move herself out of the way screamed in the back of her mind. The half, meanwhile, was now wondering what to do. She would never normally attack a superior unit.

She could breathe now and she pulled away, taking in the worker with bloody hands. "You will be leaving this room."

Yes, yes, of course she would be leaving!

What was she doing here, anyway?

There was so much work that needed to be done, and here she was, in a person's room. Which meant that she was not doing her job. She didn't need to be told again to go back to work, but there was the matter of needing to be fixed first. Perhaps she would go down to the processing level to have her hand looked at and then she would work.

Nesir nodded and followed her out, letting her go off to the processing level. As much as she had had to be taught a lesson she would be useless without fingers and the blood would just mess the place up, causing more work for others.

On the inside, Ocelot was frantic about the state of her hands, but the drone continued on like nothing was the matter. They just needed to be bandaged up enough that she could continue with her tasks, after all.

Chihiro just happens to awake in the middle of the night when he feels that something is... very wrong... He can't see clearly in the dark but it seems like he can sort of make out the shape of someone standing at the end of his bed??

"H-hello...? Is-Is someone there?"

Unfortunately for Chihiro, there isn't a response to his call. There is very obviously someone watching him though, swaying from side to side ever so slightly. Whoever it is, their presence is fairly intimidating, even if he can't quite make them out yet.

Chihiro starts moving away, curling up and almost pressing himself against the headboard of his bed as he shakes with fear.

"What-what do you want...?"

At the moment, the drone thankfully still doesn't seem to have caught his gaze. It might be enough time for him to get away as she stares out beyond him as though completely oblivious to where she is currently standing. If he does eventually notice who is there, it will probably come to some large amount of shock to see an old woman standing above him.

Chihiro watches the silent figure for a moment longer then he tries to get off his bed slowly. As he goes that, he gets a glimpse of who's standing there. A granny? Why is there a granny staring at him like that?

"O-Obaa-san...? Are you alright?"

There's still no answer, but the drone's eyes finally lock on him and she moves violently to attack, hands moving to wrap around his throat. He doesn't get a verbal response from her, but if he's quick enough he might be able to roll away from her grip.

"AHH!" He quickly rolls away and just manages to get away. "What are you doing?? And he reaches out blindly in the darkness for something to defend himself with and grabs hold of a baseball bat.

The rolling away seems to have startled the drone for a moment, enough that she paused briefly, even while malfunctioning. It's a moment before she moves to attack him again, seemingly not even noticing the fact that he is armed now. He dared to look at her.

He has to die.

"Go away!!" Chihiro pulls himself up frantically and starts backing towards the door, all the while waving the bat around wildly.

The drone pauses, confused, but she still moves forward, trying to get to Chihiro, not seeming to mind the fact that he's continuing to try and attack her.

Chihiro continues swinging the bat at her while reaching out to behind him blindly for the door knob. "Why are you doing this!?"

September 1964

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