She was soaring above the world again, out and about, to give a sense of timeline, it had been about 2 months since the reunion of MT and her amalgam, she took a deep breath as she landed and looked around, sure no one was around, then began slowly setting up a shooting and training range, setting up training dummies, setting up targets that have a weird design, muttering something about “that op gal sure knows her stuff”, as she set up the place, even cutting wood using her giant knife and forming a rudimentary house out of interlocked wood and fenced off area to create the borders of the training area, it was simple, but it was effective work in a short amount of time, being simple didn’t hurt, and so, she began practicing with her weaponry, her drill, her knife, and her nanite railgun respectively, even swapping using which hand was which testing herself as she tried to seemingly train for…something

Whatever that something was mentally important

“That should be good”

She said as she took a break for a moment, though shortly resumed training only 5 minutes later

The Amalgam had also been flying. They did it daily, feeling more secure seeing everything in its place. They had a home again, and they weren't going to let anything happen to it. They soared over the forest, scanning the tree-line. They screeched to a halt, noticing a clearing that wasn't there before.

"Someone's down there."

"It looks like a shooting range. We shouldn't get in the way."

"Why don't we go say hi? We might make a friend!"

"Do we need more friends?"

"Always."

J was skeptical and V apprehensive, but the fusion ultimately dove into a tree at the edge of the clearing, crouching on a branch. They had gotten better at balancing by now. Pastel yellow eyes peered from the shadows. The sight would've been intimidating if not for three voices piping up cheerfully.

"Heya!"

Tessa had just gotten back to the void when some sort of notification went off in her head. The solver symbol took over her left eye as she received a request for admin assistance from Connie. The message was vague, only saying that someone wanted to meet her. Her curiosity through the roof, Tessa wasted no time in unzipping a portal right outside Connie's door. She slipped through, holding her hat as a gust of cold wind blew past. It would be snowing soon.

"Ello, Concon! Got your message!"

Tessa knocked on the door, excited.

Concon looked at the amalgam, giving a small thumbs up and before gently floating and going over to the door, swimming to the door

“Heya mama, I got a special surprise for you, just prepare yourself alright? Some old friends of yours wanted to say hi…and well, op, aiya, and me, helped them a little, I wanted to help make this moment happen mama, im excited for you to see them again”

She opened the door with her solver slowly for extra dramatic effect, showing the feet, then the legs, then the body, then the head of the drone she had in her house

It was felt before it was thought

Something about the drone brought a familiarity, a sense of something else, her solver recognizing the energy from her own universe, b-but it was impossible…unless…

“Say hi to 3/4 of your manor crew mama, they’ve been looking for you”

Softly chuckling from consumatia as she watched her mother go wide-eyed

it had been 48 hours and mal, chroma, and kenos were stress testing the body shifting changes, and well, it did work extremely well, you could tell who was in the front, taking notes from connie's telling of their apparition forms and how connie could see them, which op explained in depth that those with the solver can see apparitions due to the connection to their otherworldly energy, which for once, it was a thankful moment that connie could see them, when kenos came to front, the wig would darken and grow out slightly into keno's style and have the disassembly drone fem hips to boot to affirm her gender presentation, when chroma came to front, the hair got longer but less messy, turning to his more lighter shade of brownish yellow, even his little colorful addition on the tips of his head were noted and when him or mal were at the front, the hips were at standard worker drone level, they found that it worked surprisingly well, but the cane wasn't forgotten either, a coloration sticker that could be removed or re-added at the group's choice, was linked to who was presenting, showing pronouns of who was at the front.

also helped they had gotten the oil barrels to their shared home

mal was also thinking about the next lab sister, they met bb and she wasn't apart of the trio, connie and op were 2 of 3, a human turned drone who actually seemed to prefer it and a solver strain given sentience.

what would the final sister be like?

Mal, in an effort to extend an olive branch, had given Chroma control of their body on the condition that he focused on the task at hand. Chroma passed by a shattered window on his way to the lab, and stopped to look himself over. It would take time to tailor a suit exactly like the one he had, but the outfit he had picked out was a marked improvement over the rags the other two preferred. He had a dark winter coat with decorative buttons on the front. His look was accented with a rainbow scarf. It was a little gaudy, he acknowledged as much, but it was colorful and comfy, and that’s all that mattered. His snow boots and slacks complemented his coat. Altogether, he looked like a new-yorker on the way to a pride event. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad.

“How long are you going to stare?”

“Can’t I appreciate Op’s handiwork? I thought we were supposed to be playing nice.”

“Yes, and I’m proud of you, but we’re looking for Aiya right now, remember?”

After bb had had a nice nap and MT had gone off to check on consumatia, she was flying about, trying to get used to her flight in general of her khan systems though..this is the fusion of doll who posed like sonic adventure and uzi doorman who tried to look cool as shit while burning a core, she was doing aileron roll’s like nobodies business, chuckling a little as she did

The amalgamated fragments of V, N, and J had finally found a tear in reality large enough to crawl through. Tessa felt closer every moment, but no luck actually finding her. Still, this was a big deal! They were getting out of the void! Maybe they could find help! It was so hard to think and work together when their very beings were shattered across the multiverse, but it seems their determination had payed off.

“squeeze!”

“this isn’t going to-“

“everyone will run screaming anyway.”

“we have to try!”

Next thing the amalgam knew, it was facedown in the snow. They felt a buzzing sensation. Their fuzzy, reality-defying body seemed to be coalescing into something that made at least a little sense. Hopefully they’d be easier to look at. Still, the feeling made them nervous. Was this going to make things more permanent? They looked at their hands. Instead of the blurry afterimage of several different hands overlapping, they were finally solid. Normal. Their usual grey metal tube arms ended abruptly in weird white cones with hazard stripes as decoration. Their legs were similar, worker drone legs ending in some sort of mix of white boots and weird pegs. They sorta looked like hooves, the N part of them mused. Their outfit was a torn, raggedy mix of a maid dress and butler outfit. They felt their head. The hardhat was missing. In its place was a black cap… Were they supposed to have more eyes? No, that didn’t make sense. Why would they have eyes on their head? They had the perfect amount. No, what was really weird was the tail. Why did they have a tail? It was a wire that ended in a knife-like point. There was no vial, V thought. But then again, why would there be. Ugh. Confusing.

They tried to pull themself up, but fell back down pitifully. It had been a long time since they had an actual body, and the three of them were anything but coordinated. They readjusted their glasses. The cracked lenses weren’t helping.

“Ow…”

Three glitchy voices spoke in unison.

Luckily for the group, there seemed to be a…weird drone of some sort walking by in this snowy land, humming softly to themselves as they were in the distance, her body was…odd, to say the least, silver white hair that reminded them of their own that was tipped with a purple, a coat to seemingly both match the environment and cover up…well that looked like a more humanoid chest, must be some weird design, the drone did have the extra eyes on their head, maybe they could explain that one at least, they also had a weird tail, different from their’s but still a weird tail, maybe that too they could explain? They also had a weird machine on their back, the drone didn’t notice them just yet but they did seem peaceful, collecting certain stuff, like scattered drone parts left behind.

Wouldn’t hurt to try, they got this far, they were getting closer to tessa, maybe this person had seen their’s?

*he tried running into his room, but trips onto his own feet and falls onto the floor*

Hii have a drone Tessa))

@dr-tessa-elliot

The drones froze at the knock on the bunker door. All three were still reeling from the fatal breach just hours ago. After a moment, one of the workers, Miyu, slowly made her way to the front. It couldn’t be a human, as far as she knew, her bunker was the only one deep enough to house human life post-explosion. It couldn’t be a disassembly drone either, they didn’t knock. Oh god, she hoped they didn’t knock. Apprehensively, she punched in the code and the giant door slid apart.

“Hi?”

It was possible someone at the bunker sent out an SOS, but help actually coming was a crazy thought. Miyu eyed the doctor’s disassembly drone parts.

“Uh, sorry, you’re a little late. Everyone is dead. Well, mostly everyone.”