Wait, Bonnet Dryers Are Real??

Wait, bonnet dryers are real??

Right right, you don't know the British/Aussie terminology

so like they're your standard salon dryers. They're nice and cozy and good for when you need to get a perm to set, trying to dry hair, or if you're not doing okay and need warmth

(for Feral J AU RT) You needed a haircut anyways, it was too long!

That's really hurtful, anon! It wasn't JUST hair, it was a lovely gift from my old J. She spent HOURS weaving it and styling it.. it kept me warm and it made me feel safe... I will have to wait a while before it grows back, but I will grow it back out nice and long and I will be more careful next time. But be more kind with the words you say, it's really hurtful to say that to a girl who already had PTSD in regards to unwanted haircuts.

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

Nate came out of Uzi's room upon the commotion

@nate-doorman-elliot

Tessa was standing in the Doorman household, wearing one of Nori's spare beanies and also her shoulder was bandaged with oil stained gauze. The blue-eyed drone, as soon as she saw Nate, she collapsed into his arms and started crying. "I'm so glad you're safe!" she whimpered, holding her little darling Nate closely.

-offering Feral J AU!Tessa some hair extensions-

The doors were getting closer. 50 yards, now 40, 30, 20... "Come on, Tessie, come on girl, fly faster!" she yelled at herself who was now flying forwards, her wings working overtime to give her extra thrust just to get away from the impending attack from the disassembly drone. She glanced back, seeing J getting closer, it'd be over if she got caught, she had to move quickly. "Work wings, work!" she exclaimed, the last 20 feet to the door and then.

BAM! Like the sound of an autocollision, RoboTessa was in the snow, underneath the feral J. She kicked and flailed, but her efforts were fruitless. Tessa's internal compressor kicked on, making her catch her breath but she was terrified.

She whimpered like a scared puppy. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered, LED tears falling from her visor's eyes.

starter for the account of @xxrobotessaxx

The sound of a voice singing could be heard floating through the cold wind from just past the ridge

"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he shoved that jumpbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Down came the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred Up came the troopers one, two, three Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag? You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

it was a woman's voice, with an Aussie accent.... what a stupid little soul, to be singing out in the open while there was a dangerous J on the prowl

She slowly emerged from the landing pod. Her optic sensors now alert, trying to figure out the source of the sound. A large bold X appears across her visor. Her mouth slightly opened, just enough for her fangs to be visible. She flew off, tracking down the women

She glides in the sky, getting closer to the source of the sound. She lands on a rooftop, looking over to see if anyones there. She had her claws drawn out.