Wait What? O_o

Wait what? O_o

*puts on her space helmet and starts running like a rugby player*

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

"NO! IT'S MINE!" she yelled back as she began to fly away, "It has my name on it!" Tessa thought to herself, "Nope nope nope nope-itty, nope," as she did her best to out run the drone.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

Tessa blushed at J's teasing, awaiting the bite. The second she felt the drone clamp down, she felt that fear that night, but... it faded, recognizing the biting style. It infact was her J.

She let out a joyful squeak, recognizing the tingle of the warning signals that she had been hurt, as well as the trickle of oil running down her steel skin. Tessa tilted her head to the side to let J have better access. She pleaded, her voice weak with love and adoration, "Again, please... That... it felt nice."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

She flies into a building to hide, she makes herself small and hides in an office full of desks next to a skeleton of a dead woman in a business suit with the name tag 'Brenda' Tessa whispers, "Sorry Brenda, gotta hide here."

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

"MAYBE ASK THE OTHER J! SHE BUILT ME AFTER CYN EXPLODED!" flying full tilt, her wings also making a jangling but they're more cheery sounding, despite Tess being stressed the fuck out. "AAAAAAAAAAAAA SHIT SHIT SHIT!" she exclaimed, flying through a narrow pass of two buildings and making it through but grazes her leg a little on the concrete messing up her hazard stripes.

I know you JUST patched things up with that Drone who calls herself Tessa, but you should scare her for fun again. You'll get promoted if you do it, and that means more branded pens.

I’LL DO IT, DEAL ACCEPTED.

The Drone Came Back - Roleplay for @tessajameselliot1001

Once again, the dark turquoise haired drone stepped into the time rift, bringing a bag of goodies from her beauty shop. Lots of manic panic, some pretty bows, and a ton of pretty rocks. She had a skip in her step, even if the manor made her anxious. The pale blue eyed drone leaned through the doorway and knocked on the open door, today in a black gothic dress with white ribbons and lace. She trilled in a friendly tone, "Hello Tessa, I'm back again!"