#killdroid x reader

You had been a mechanic for the longest time as a sort of hobby turned job. First it started with teenage you fixing some toys or consoles for your friends then you took it a step higher, helping your neighbors with their cars and eventually making your own little automatons. You also, unfortunately, found yourself in a strange realm just like the other survivors or civilians trapped in whatever the hell this endless death loop is, and thus busied yourself with your contraptions and gizmos to keep yourself sane.

Flash forward a year or so into this whole debacle and you found yourself an unlikely rocky ally-ship with the Killdroid. He didn't speak much, at least not to you, only stating matters of fact and various scans or kills he'd gotten or picked up that day. You never minded it, and at one point regretfully enjoyed his company, which brings us to where you are now.

You tinkered and chipped away at a new project you'd been meaning to finish for a while since you've been busy making traps and fixing other such inventions at the request of the other civilians stuck in this hellscape with you. You were lost in thought, your mind swirling with ideas and questions that in the end always circled back to Killdroid. The realization made you shake your head. You couldn't REALLY be so fond of him as to...

[Y/N] Killdroids automated tone waved over you from behind, causing you to stiffen. It was like whatever twisted trickster gods ran this fucked up place just WANTED you to die of embarrassment rather than getting killed in various ways.

"Y-Yeah, Killdroid? What uh- what do you want?" You called back, not bothering to turn around as you heard him shuffle in and plop himself on your work-table.

[I AM BROKEN, AND IN NEED OF YOUR SERVICE.] He called back, tilting his head with a calm whirr as you turned around to see that he looked terrible. His left arm was dislocated and hanging off of the joint by the wires, his right hand was stripped of all outer casing leaving the endoskeletal clawed visage free for all to see, his chest was gashed, one of his shoulder launchers was missing, overall it looked like he got beaten with a bulldozer.

Your eyes widened in shock and slight worry as you ran over to him, grabbing a toolbox and kneeling down to begin working on his legs.

"Jeez, Killdroid did ya get in a fight with a steamroller what happened?" You laughed playfully, glancing up at where his face should be, being met back with the silent emotionless X pattern staring back down at you.

[THE CIVILIANS WERE MORE PREPARED FOR MY ATTACKS TODAY THAN I HAD INITIALLY ASSUMED.] He tilted his head again, headphones threatening to fall off from the motion. You nodded, making quick work of fixing his legs, since they seemed the least damaged. You got up and walked to a nearby cabinet, rummaging around haphazardly for any extra parts that could replace his missing shoulder launcher.

[YOU DO NOT NEED TO REPLACE THE ROCKET LAUNCHER. A SIMPLE REMOVAL OF THE BROKEN PIECES WILL SUFFICE.] He watched you intently, feeling his gaze bore into your back. Turning back around you wandered back to him, some sheet metal and paint in your hands instead.

Hours waged on as you tiredly fixed up Killdroid, sighing in a drowsy victory as you looked at him. He looked as normal as ever now, save for the missing launcher.

"Good as new, buddy." You yawned out, stretching and feeling your muscles relax, bones popping comfortably.

[THANK YOU, Y/N. I AM IN YOUR DEBT FOR THIS SERVICE.] He nodded to you, getting off the work table and walking over to you.

"Anytime, Killdroid." You opened your eyes to be met with Killdroid's featureless face staring down at you, causing your heart to race as you back up a bit instinctively. He stepped closer, head tilting again, much slower this time. Like a predator.

"Uhm... Buddy? Getting a little spooky there." Your shaky voice and higher tone made him pause for a moment, various motors whirring in place before he continued walking towards you.

[YOUR HEART RATE IS RISING.] He lowered his head, looking over your body. To say you were a bit scared was an understatement but you just couldn't bring yourself to run or fight back. Your back met the wall with a small thud, your shoulders tensing as Killdroid stalked up to you until you were eye-level with his chest. He looked down at you, a cold hand coming up under your chin to keep you from looking away.

[YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS ARE TELLING ME YOU ARE NOT AFRAID. YOU WANT THIS. DON'T YOU?] He backs up a bit to lower himself down to be eye-level with you, your heart rate slowing slightly as you weighed what he just said. You knew he was right, you DID want this. And part of you hated it.

You turned away from him, nodding rather sheepishly. Killdroid made a small humming noise in response, leaning over and hoisting you into his arms, causing a small yelp from you.

[GOOD. BECAUSE I TOO WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN WITH YOU.] He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours gently, you assume it's his way of kissing you since he doesn't have a mouth so you reach your hand up to pull him closer, not even noticing him carrying you through your home up to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed rather carelessly, quickly crawling over you to keep you from getting up.

You stared back at him in minor shock, feeling his cold hands slip under your shirt and tenderly grasp at your hips.

"Wait right now? I mean that's a bit forward- a-and do you even have a-" You were quickly cut off hearing a distorted laugh coming from Killdroid, jolting with a whine as he gripped your hips tighter.

[IF YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS. MY SENSORS WOULD HAVE TOLD ME BY NOW. I HAVE BEEN SCANNING YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS SINCE I CAME HERE. AND YES, I HAVE THE NECESSARY PARTS FOR THIS, ALTHOUGH ARTIFICIAL, I DOUBT YOU MIND MUCH.] His words rang with a correctness that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment and your rational sense spring with the hatred at the fact that he's right. Your thoughts are interrupted hearing a loud hiss coming from a panel on his crotch.

You were in for a long night indeed.

((Tee-hee get cliffhangered mfs /silly))

((No but srsly if you want me to continue this with some juicy smut I can certainly oblige it if asked! Hope you enjoyed the read!))

While its original programming was meant to assure the protection of civilians, that's not the case anymore. They despise humans with every circuit in their body, and it hates humans enough to kill whichever ones it comes across.

But if that were true—if that was what he had kept in his code—then why were you still around?

Unlike the other civilians it had come across, Killdroid didn't kill you. At first, they constantly told themselves "not yet." He wouldn't kill you just yet—surely, it was just a short malfunction. You weren't perceived as a threat just yet, but once you were, you would be killed without hesitation.

Months later, they were still waiting for said killed without hesitation.

Despite the obvious fact that Killdroid is a killer robot, you don't seem to mind. You treat it as if it were a normal robot—maybe even human.

He didn't want to be treated human. It didn't want to be treated like those pathetic, weak flesh-covered things that always make its job way more difficult to do.

That description is what flashes in their controller whenever they think about or see humans, but when it comes to you, it's different.

At first, all that popped up in his sight was your name—a simple analysis of who you were and nothing more. You were just another human to them that they happened to spare for some reason, and they were convinced that's all you would ever be.

But then more things started to appear in its vision whenever you were around. It was no longer just your name, but other words or sentences.

{CUTE}

{SWEET}

{NOT AFRAID OF ME}

He ignored them, at first. It was a mere malfunction in their system, and they would fix it later on.

That was what it told itself until more "malfunctions" started to appear.

Whenever you were around, his internals would grow hotter. It wasn't weird for their internals to be warm, for Killdroid was practically a murder machine. The complexity of its robotic insides and with how active it was meant that it was bound to radiate some heat, but when it comes to you, it feels like it's about to explode.

The robot couldn't even wear its jetpack when you're around because it found itself having to constantly open its back panel to cool down the inside, for smoke would start to rise from every crevice of his body if he didn't.

Their vision was eventually filled with random words whenever you were around—so many to the point where they could barely see until they managed to get rid of it all, at least for a moment, that was.

Everything that was going on was why Killdroid was convinced you had done something to it. But why? Why would you mess with his code? Why did the malfunctions only happen whenever you were around?

The sound of the front door unlocking made their attention shift, and they looked over at the door to notice you standing in the doorway.

And you noticed it standing in the middle of your living room.

[YOU ARE BACK.] He said while he ignored the words that were popping up in his vision.

You nodded at his statement as you slowly closed the door, and you gave Killdroid a smile. "And you are in my house. How did you even get in?"

[YOUR BACK DOOR WAS UNLOCKED. WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE IT UNLOCKED? IT IS DANGEROUS.]

"Because a part of me had a feeling you would stop by, and I would rather my door not get blasted off again." Your tease went unnoticed by Killdroid, for they just tilt their head before questioning.

[HOW COULD YOU FEEL THAT I WOULD VISIT YOUR HOME?]

"Nevermind."

You walked fully into your house, setting down the things in your arms onto the coffee table while Killdroid watched. The words in its vision cleared, and it examined everything that was cluttered onto the table: keys, a phone, and oddly enough, a magazine.

And on the corner of that magazine said "Think you're in love? Turn the page and—"

The rest of it was stained with a sort of liquid—one that appeared like coffee, or at least to Killdroid.

They lifted their head to watch as you walked off toward the kitchen, and they lifted a hand to gently hit the side of their head in hopes the words that were appearing would go away.

When you were out of sight, he looked back at the magazine before hastily snatching it.

Their action was done out of pure curiosity, or it would've been if they could feel curiosity. Killdroid wasn't supposed to feel anything but hatred, but even then, maybe it really only understood hatred—it didn't feel it.

But if he wasn't supposed to feel anything, then why did he pick up the magazine that was talking about love?

The magazine in their hand was flipped, revealing the page that the cover had talked about. It was titled Think You're in Love? and the subtitle below it said that the following symptoms listed were a clear sign of love.

It seemed idiotic to keep reading from there, for there was no way Killdroid could feel whatever symptoms the article was talking about. It was a robot, and like it reminded itself earlier, it wasn't supposed to feel anything.

But then his gaze skimmed over the first symptom listed.

— You feel hot whenever you're around them.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to read a bit more of the article.

— You find yourself thinking about them constantly.

— You find yourself thinking of certain words whenever you're near them.

Maybe that was enough reading.

The magazine was shut and tossed back onto the table—just as you entered the room, and you looked at Killdroid in confusion before looking at the magazine.

"Did you read anything interesting—"

[I WILL BE LEAVING NOW.]

You opened your mouth to question them, but before you could even get a word out, they were rushing to the door. It reached for the lock, only to realize that it was already unlocked, and it opened the door before looking over its shoulder.

[...START LOCKING YOUR DOORS.]

The door slammed behind him as he exited the house, and he continued down the path from your house before stepping onto the sidewalk.

That magazine was written without any knowledge behind it, Killdroid told itself. The magazine didn't know what it was talking about.

But it made sense.

It wasn't his code. It wasn't a change that was making him malfunction.

You were the malfunction.

You were the reason why they were feeling this way, and not because you messed with them or things like that. It was just your presence.

And that how you got into this position, with your ass up and your hole got thrusted with his length. You don't know how program him to do this, but you will got more overwork to fix this—

“A-ah! S-slow down!”

On top of that it also like to play rough with, with how much harder and faster they thrusting you wouldn't be suprise if someone hear you from outside the room.

Clearly someone who design his length don't know how much average civilian can handle, because the length is to wide with long size—you literally have to open up your hole so much for his length to go in, even then is still half his length.

You literally can't do this anymore, your brain feels foggy—you can't think clearly. And when you feels like you about to come it take his length out—making you look at your back to put it back in.

Before you event can request that, they already put it length in with so much force that all of his length is in your hole and with that you squirted all over his length and the table that you in.

And with that, you take your time to regulate your breath. You swear to whatever the to find who responsible to this.

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Reader : What do you means you don't you program it to have sex!?!?

3. had to think about it for awhile but we think harken would be next, her being an angelic construct from another world would put her high in self aware-ness, as it would probably be way easier to tell when someone from another world is present. harken (even when your loud), finds your presents very,, calming, nice. one of the few who would actually not be scared of you at first, and would probably back you "up" if you got brought up negatively. believes your an entity in the world that is just too shy to show themselves.

4. would probably be devesto, he is a normal robloxia like artful and meqote(???), but he has the F3X witch allows he to be more 'aware' of code elements (technically he could be 1. for self aware, but he just didn't really think about it until you "showed up"). you and him against the world, even if your not always there. try's to talk to you like your best buds -during round,, in front of civilians -everyone is confused (you too, you've never heard that voice line before. its not from postal-).

5. WE FORGOT KILLDROID TOO SHIT- killdroid is in this weird boat, where its hard to tell that the reader is there since they were once being controlled by the government and probably still feels kinda normal to them, but that it can still remember the feeling of being controlled and can "sniff it out". he dose not like your ass, as said before, they were once controlled by the government and doesn't like it, so they really don't like you for awhile. hype them up, they like that, makes them feel good and will help them start liking you <3.

6. and 7. are mequot and artful, unless there your favs to push them up neer the top, they have no means of figuring out your there for awhile. both do NOT like you at first, mequot is kinda scaredy, and artful is 99% sure your laughing at him and going "GO FRENCH BOY GO!". mequot (sooner then artful would) dose get used to you, and like harken, really likes your vibe. would be very defending of you, even if he didn't have the words. artful is a little bitch- takes him soo long to warm up to you. but at some point he realizes,, your not leaving. your not leaving, him. its not hard to find out about his past actions, he knows you know. but you don't leave. he doesn't want you to anymore..

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Oh God yes! I've always loved the idea of non human characters confusing isekai-ed humans as being the same species (just an "off" version of the species). Reader is natural stronger than the civilians, taller too, it just leads in to her idea that the reader is just a really weird construct.

I do think that certain things can hurt the reader, just the reader is not affected by much, i.e artful's music box doesn't do anything to the reader, but killdroid's explosions can toss and hurt us. But we're so with you that f4x can't affect us at all, one it makes sense that it doesn't work, two it's funny considering devisto is canonically one of the strongest killers (is devisto being a god true? Or were we fed a lie?), and him not being able to do almost anything to us is really funny to me.

As we said before, I do think that killdroid can hurt us, at least just because the explosions can fling us in to walls, but i do like the idea that the explosions themselves can't hurt us (like we can't get burned from them and what not), it's fun.

Also good Lord badware. Ya badware actually can't hurt us all that much (little baby fists), but like every skin except one is canon, so there's like 6 of these guys running around wanting attention. My God.

As we said before, artful's music box can't affect us at all, so we can just easily break them, and walls don't do much to us since humans are taller than robloxians by quite a bit, so we can just jump them. Artful's hit would probably hurt at least a little bit, but imma be so real, I would throw his wand if he hit us with it. You are definitely right repurpose would fucking hurt.

(still a bit new to the lore, need to do a deep dive on the wiki) if devisto is a god like entity (like I've been fed to believe), I do think he'd be kinda like harken, not exactly but yk. Humans/players can/have used f4x like devisto dose. So clearly your like him, so your his now

Pursuer is definitely like wet cat energy. This mother fucker can hurt us BAD, he's some sort of rock so his fists totally hurt, plus+ he's got a sword. Unsure if I want pursuer to not attack us because we don't smell or look anything like civilians, or if it's all fair game to him, meats meat style. Ether way we can legit put up this apex predator, and he'd desperately try to get out of our arms and just can't, because we have fingers >:)

Meqote I think would be pretty chill, especially if we immediately picked him up at the start. He'd probably look like one of those fat cats when you pick him up, just confusion that you can even lift him, but unlike pursuer who will try his absolute damnedest trying to get out of your arms, meqote will just go limp. Might get winney tho.