I'd be the first to say it but getting attached with a murderous killer robot while going to commit suicide is a pretty big drag. Why? Well first I can't actually commit suicide and the second is the whole murderous part. I can't look at another human and not think about killing them. Not only that but because my outfit got ruined, I am currently hiding in alleyways trying to get home. Maybe being one of the most popular kids in school and the whole state is a bad thing right now. I mean, if I get crowded there's no telling what I might do.
So, what is your grand plan mister Killer Robot?
I have a name.
And do be so inclined to tell me what it is?
No.
…
…
Okay then, Mister Killer Robot!
….
Anderson.
...Are you for real?
No.
You said yourself that you're-nevermind. I'm sticking to calling you Mister Killer Robot.
I hate you.
After a good deal of running I stopped to catch my breath, only to realize that I didn't actually have to. I guess there are some perks to this whole I have a robot inside me thing after all.
Besides the fact that you are no longer human?
I would like to think that I am somewhat human.
Then I could always kill you.
Then you would have to rely on sub par hosts.
I like it better when you're stupid and carefree.
So do I.
I wonder why they make alleyways so big?
Why?...Oh.
I was currently surrounded by alleyways with no actual view to a road. Graffiti and trash was littered around and a stake musky scent was in the age. Mixed in with the trash it wasn't anywhere near a good smell but I didn't really mind.
The path to the left leads to a bar. That has got to lead to a road or you could get directions to your house there.
Oh! Nice. Thanks Mister Killer Robot!
Oi!
As I started going down towards the bar I stopped when I noticed faded multicolored footprints on the ground. I concentrated a bit more and let out a small laugh at how the footprints seemed to release multicolored has into the air. It was amazing. I've seen fireworks before so these do pale in comparison but damn does this look cool!
Using the tracking feature I see.
Tracking?
Whole killer robot thing? Remember?
Ah right. Of course a killer robot needs tracking.
Of course they would. They wouldn't be much of a killer robot if they couldn't hunt down their prey.
After making a left turn and stopping to study an old torn poster for a boys band which I think might be the Tittilers, I found myself at a crossroads. I could either go straight or to my right. I looked at the ground and saw that most of the footprints went to the right.
Or you could have looked right and saw the door.
Oh!
You're more than a computer. Don't rely on my features.
Understood! I won't ever from now on!
Wait! Still rely on them! Just don't all the time.
Teehee! I'm just teasing you.
You really are the only person or thing I have ever met that would tease a killer robot with no protection.
Yeah, well, I'm like that.
I figured that out long ago.
You mean two days ago?
No, six days ago when I went through your memory and your social media accounts.
Huh!? Stalker alert! The government is using killer robots to spy and breach privacy!
I do that to learn of my prey and because you are my host.
And…
And what?
And best friend!
Do you mean that I am a weakness to you?
Besides the fact that if you are ever discovered that I'll give a target on my back and that you make me want to kill humans, what do you mean?
...Term best friend is something that can be used as leverage generally against targets.
….
….
Am I a bad guy now?
...Yes…
….Fuck!
How can I dress up as a magical girl now!? Magical girls are good guys. Everyone knows that. Wait! I could be a vigilante! Yes! The girl with the robot!
Calculations show that we would be called the Robot Girl, if anything.
Great. I can't even get to choose my name.
...Rashie.
Wait, isn't Robot Girl a cliche name?
Actually, if I ever get caught, will rumors go around that I am a robot? That I was a robot the whole time!? That's scary!
Rashie!
Just thinking about it is on a whole other level! I mean, not only will millions of people know but so will all the government and secret organizations that will want to study and use me or separate me from you!
Rashie!
"Geez! Guess the rumors are true that she really is crazy, huh?"
"Yeah. Look at this bitch. She's speaking to herself!"
RASHIE!
What!?
....
....
"....Oh. Hi."
I now found myself surrounded by five not bad looking men. Well, one of them was definitely ugly in the face but I didn't really care. Boy must I be a sight for them. A dirty muddy celebrity with scratched up clothes.
"Am I going to get raped?"
The men stared at me before the youngest and hottest one burst out laughing.
"HA! So you really are a crazy Bitch!"
Your chastity is not going to be taken with me here inside you.
Why?
Cause I feel everything.
....
....
...So a super killer robot is afraid of feeling the feels?
...Fuck you.
Besides, I'll have you know that I am not a virgin!
Your hymen is intact.
I had sex before!
...And?
So my chastity has been taken!
By a woman, right?
Yeah.
...Then your chastity hasn't been taken.
What!?
Your hymen is still intact.
For some reason I am feeling very insulted right now.
Why?
Because you are saying I'm a virgin!
No I'm not.
You totally are! Besides, shouldn't chastity and virginity be swapped if you're going off that conclusion!?
It should?
Yes!
....Well I'm not changing it.
Well then say that I am not a virgin
...You're not.
ACK! I Met Chastity!
For what?
I DETECT THAT SARCASM YOU ROBOT!
...And?
...I am going to turn myself in.
Fine fine. You don't have your chastity.
How can you be so mean!?
I'm a killer robot. Verbal abuse is in my programming and methods of breaking and even killing people.
....
....
...I am so not the good guy!
Hey, Rashie. Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on your so-called rapers?
Oh right!
I focused back on reality and saw that the group, well three of them, had their phones out.
"That is definitely going out on social media later."
What!?
Uh oh.
"Hey mister, can you please not do that?"
The youngest and assumed by me leader of the group dropped his phone to his side and smirked.
"And what will you do?"
Welp, guess I gotta play that card.
I lowered my head to hide my eyes and acted all nervous.
"You can do w-whatever y-you want."
"...Ha! I knew you were a slutty bitch!"
No.
My body and mind went limp. I felt sudden pains in my body, mainly around my back and the scent of blood filled my nose.
"Well too bad! We were going to rape you anyway and post this on social media!"
However, I couldn't respond. Instead I leaned down, twitching. The last conscious thought I had before the laughing stopped by a horrible ripping sound was, 'Aw shite, how am I gonna explain blood now too?'
————
I ejected the spikes from one corpse and turned my attention to the leader of this not-so planless assault. He was crawling away, his heavy but short dark blue coat soaked dark red with blood. I told my host to move forward until she stepped on his back with no restraint. Her not holding back plus my weight caused her to step down and crush flesh and bone. He let out another scream. Though cry as he might, no one is coming to help. I made sure of that.
He turned and looked at the host's vacant and dazed eyes before looking at me.
"Wh-what a-are you?"
I paused to consider this. I had an answer for him almost immediately. No matter how much I wanted it to sound better, there simply was no better answer, especially considering that I don't know who I am myself.
"I am Rashie's Killer Robot."
And with that, I slammed my fist down on his head, crushing it and splattering blood everywhere. After a moment of silence I rose up and looked at my host.
Rashie was almost covered head to toe in blood. I tried using my nanobots to clear the blood but they only removed some of it. I didn't have enough to spare.
With a metallic sigh, I went into her back and melted into her spine. After closing her back and clothes, I woke my host up. I can only hope now that the bar has seen bloodshed before...
...and the government overlooks this as a simple crime.
———
I came too sitting against the alleyway wall right next to the door to the bar. To my right was a pile of gore and blood, though to be honest, there wasn't really much 'gore' there. What was left was mainly organs and
Well, I tried to warn them.
You also tried to get raped.
...And?
...There are some downsides to a host like you. You know what, just promise me you won't get raped by humans such as them. You still value promises like the rest of the humans, right?
Yeah yeah. I promise you Mister Killer Robot.
Yes...Now why do I still feel unsettled?
I put up as many mental barriers as I could and wiped my nose. It was bleeding. Still, despite the fact that I may have broken my nose, I couldn't help but shake in excitement.
They called themselves my robot! That means we are friends! Yes!
And I'm through. What did you do?
Get some private time.
....Right.
Come on, I am going inside now.
I stood up and caught myself before I fell. My legs were shaky and unstable and my back felt weird from having a robot larger than me come out of it. Still, I managed to open the door to the bar before I fell. Before i hit the ground my arms flew out underneath me, catching myself.
Thanks.
Don't sweat it as humans say.
I got to my feet and took a deep breath and looked at the bartender. He was a big man with a bald head and a yellow beard and mustache. He was big and wore a white outfit. In fact, he looked more like a cook than a bartender. Least he has nice blue eyes.
He studied me from head to toe, up to down, before shaking his head and continued to do so as I pulled a stool and took a seat. Well, I really tried to but since I was a little taller than a toddler and injured, it took a while.
When I finally got up, I let out a long and well deserved sigh.
"...So, you're a vigilante or something?"
"Hmm?"
I met the bartender's gaze.
"I've seen plenty of things before and I know that your torn clothes are from before you got that blood on you. And you'd have to be a complete psycho to just slather yourself in blood. And that blood sure as hell wasn't dumped on you. The pattern is wrong."
….
...He's good. I like him.
"As expected of someone like you. You saw right through me, huh?"
I grabbed a random half-filled cup of light brown to tan colored drink. Probably alcohol of some sort. I took a small sip and felt my face scrunch up. It did not taste good at all. Still, a drink is a drink!
I pinched my nose and downed the rest of the drink. It didn't help that much but I felt slightly more energized afterwards so this is a win for me.
"To answer your question from before, I ain't a vigilante or villain yet. I don't know what I'm supposed to be. I tried to warn them too, but...be careful on the way out or take the back door, okay?"
"Alright. Thanks for the advice."
"So...do you think this will fool the right kind of people for me not to get the attention of the cops in a bad way?"
"Hmmm. Unless someone highly skilled in these kinds of things get a good look at you or any photo of you like this then you're good."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"That's good. It would be a pain if I'm caught. Then again, it'll be fun if I was…"
No.
Fine Mister Killer Of Fun Robot!
You're still talking.
I noticed the bartender was raising an eyebrow at me but quickly lowered his gaze and said nothing. I guess he knows when to keep his head down, huh?
Wait. Did that mean you were going to kill him if he said anything about it!?
Nope!
...Tch.
What!? He deserves to live! He helped me.
After a nice drink of apple juice, I thanked the bartender. When I told him I had no money he said that it was free. So I left the bar with the promise of I'll be coming back. So now I am going back home. He gave me directions by the way. And after what Mister Killer Robot said was twelve fun hours of non-stop walking, as well as some hiding, I managed to arrive back at my house...well my second house per say. This was my less known house and I was the only one there. Well, I did have a maid there too but she only visits twice per day to do some cleaning and repair a certain old device.
I yawned and stumbled to the front door. I quickly took out the key in the form of one of my hairpins hidden underneath the blue bow and went in...
....right into the maid stationed here. She was a tall but young woman, or actually more of a teenager. Her actual age is sixteen. Funny how I'm nineteen yet she looks more of a women than me.
She's also Russian!
She looked me over once, then again before putting the broom up against the wall and bowing.
"Good evening, mistress. Should I get you a change of clothes?"
....
....
...I like her.
"U-um, I'm okay."
Then I thought about it. She has a blank expression on her face...and I think it would be funny to tease her.
"Actually, on second thought, can you undress me and bath me?"
I walked forward and stood on my tippy toes, barely reaching her chin.
"And I'm too tired to walk, so princess carry me there, okay?"
"Yes mistress." The maid responded without even batting an eye.
———
My name is Eveline Shri, and I am a maid who works for Rashie Shard, the number four most popular idol in the world, and the eighth most popular person in the world. There also is a very strong possibility that she is crazy. In fact, after doing some research on it, I did in fact confirm that she is mentally ill. So when I applied to the job to work for her as a maid I was expecting anything. Instead she sent me a letter saying I would take care of her second hidden house, and that I only have to visit it twice a day and do certain chores. I was pretty much given free time to do whatever I want.
I had seen her only once before. That was when during a rather long event, Rashie went to her second house instead of going back to her main one. She was dead tired and I had to help her get dressed, bath, and take her to bed. She slept for twelve hours before waking up and I had to make her breakfast. After that she left. I don't think she remembers what happened. She was so out of it.
The second time I saw her was a couple of minutes, six minutes precisely, ago when she opened her front door in dirty clothes and with blood all over her, her dirty and torn clothes mostly showing signs that they came before the blood and the blood in a pattern that meant she killed someone, actually, more than one person by the look of it. The uncaring look in her eyes also proved that she was completely okay with the situation she is with, or at least conformable in a way no normal person should be with her circumstances.
Now I am finding myself sitting naked in the bath with Mistress Rashie sitting on my lap. I noticed she had an oddly blue shaded scar on her back, going from near the base of her neck and almost all the way down to her butt. It was smooth and unnatural. In fact, I can't even say a knife could do this. By pressing around it, I can tell that the wound reached into her spine. It was cut as smooth as a hot knife to butter. Too well done to be anything but a surgery of some kind. That would explain why the scar is glowing a slight blue color, and why she can walk and act like her spine isn't horribly damaged. I want to examine it further but I am afraid that if I do, it might cause the mistress some harm.
"So, how were things here?"
Rashie turned her head to look at me with her cute but odd eyes. In this day and age, strange eyes can often be seen by heroes, villains, or vigilantes. However, to someone who has no powers, her blue eyes and yellow pupils were something of a mystery. Most, including me, think that her mother or someone else in her ancestry was exposed to radiation which eventually caught up and exposed it's oddly weird side effect now.
Maybe her eyes are part of the reason why she was so popular? Maybe the radiation is part of the reason why she is mentally ill? Who knows? However, I should probably go and answer her question rather than get lost in my own thoughts.
"I am doing well. I am spending most of my time sitting in a tree house nearby in case anything happens while I am away."
Oh! Smart! You're smart, Ravina."
"Thank you, mistress Rashie."
Rashie's carefree smile grew wider, cocking her head slightly before snuggling closer into me, her legs kicking playfully. Despite how strange and mentally ill my mistress is, she is still mentally a child. Despite being nineteen, I am sure that she'll forever be a child. If that is a good thing or not I do not know. Simply, as long as Rashie is safe, then I am good. If what she did the past couple of days goes back on her, I will be there for her.
"Say, I think I'll be staying here. Is it too much of a problem for you to move in with me?"
Is it just me or did her voice sound different than before, more darker?
"Of course I'll stay here. I'll even move on of that is what you wish, mistress."
"Oh Great! He he he he. Then we can both live here together! Yay!"
And now back to normal. Must be my imagination then.
Rashie started giggling before humming a little chewy tube to herself, playing with an orange-stained yellow duck. It was a toy I always found odd since it clearly wasn't meant to have those random orange streaks on it but I decided not to fix it or anything as it was clearly there for a reason. Now I know that she uses it as a toy for when she bathed here. I wonder if the toy is a keepsake of hers?
"Say, Ravina. Will you follow me even if I'm not the same?"
I thought about that for a while. Rashie was facing away from me so I couldn't quite tell what her expression was like.
"That would depend."
"Depend on what?"
Her voice was meek and uncharacteristically unenergetic.
"If you are still you. If you have the same personality, perspective, and feelings as Rashie, than who is to say that you are not her? As long as you are Rashie, it doesn't matter if you change psychically, just that you are you."
There was a long pause after that. Then Rashie opened her mouth. I decided to help her out when I noticed she was struggling to get out the words.
"But yes, I'll still follow you."
Rashie nodded. I had a bunch of questions in my head but I decided it would be best not to explore them, let alone ask them. My mistress clearly needed comfort right now. How can I tell? She is snuggling up against me in a "sneaky" way, like a child who is too embarrassed to admit that they like to snuggle but wants to snuggle deeper. I would know, me and my brother used to do the same thing when we were younger.
The rest of the bath went by in silence and continued when we got out and I dressed her. I offered to make dinner but she shook her head, saying she already fed, before going into her room. I decided to sleep on the chair next to her room in case anything happens. I know Rashie didn't order me to but I was worried about her. Even if I don't know much about her other than what I get online and from people, she is in need of comfort. She is off, and I, her loyal maid, shall attend to her every need and make her feel better.
———
I woke up and stretched, letting out a yawn as I did so. I was in my old little dark cyan blue and pink colored pajamas. They were simple and old, with a few stains that were impossible to get rid of using normal means. It is so good to wear them again. It really brings up the question as to why I don't come down here. Ravina, the maid, is nice and cute. There is no over the top stuff here and I can wear and play with old dirty toys and stuff. Honestly, I might start living here for realsies.
Yes. There is something about this old place which is still slightly dirty. It feels...
Nostalgic for me.
...and simple for me.
Sometimes, simple is best.
Sometimes, simple is best.
....We said that at the same time!
....
...'sigh'.
Teasing Ravina in the bath didn't go quite as planned but my teasing hasn't been totally ruined. I have so many more opportunities and plans for her. She is my maid and my toy, and I have so much in store for her.
You know, most people if they heard that would assume you're an asshole, but you honestly aren't.
You sure you're a robot?
....Are you fucking stupid?
Point noted.
I am in no way some inferior living being. I am a machine, a robot. A machine made for killing to be more precise.
Wow!
And together, living and machine can kill much more efficiently.
Guess that does make sense.
...You said that the first time I told you that.
Oh!
....I know.
I let out a yawn. Didn't I just go to sleep?
Ah. My bad. I guess I am still damaged. I used too much energy and haven't eaten enough...biomass.
Cause eating electronics and scrap will get you and me under the radar.
I tried before to eat discreetly using nanobots like my programming told me to. I soon realized afterward that the programming was another way for them to teach me as they can track even the tiniest of nanobots back to me.
Ooh! Spicy plot twist! What a shocker.
...Riiight.
Anyway, eating meat is the only plausible way to go by undetected. Eating a forest will attract too much attention.
So, do you want to hit a butcher or...?
No. I want you to eat people.
No hesitation on that one, huh?
Why would I hesitate on something so important?
Ah! I forgot you lack what humans would call common sense.
I do actually have common sense, I am just not a human.
True dat.
....?
Don't worry about it.
I'm not. I just realized that that is you being you, or following your irregular sporadic program.
...Is that another way to call me insane?
Yes.
Honestly, I don't know why I expected hesitation from you.
With my new objective in mind, I opened my window before leaping out of it and landing safely on the ground. Can't say much for the ground though. It was pretty ruined. Guess having an enhanced body has its perks.
Wait!? Doesn't this mean I am fat!?
...Are you? Heavy but not thick.
No, you gotta say it with no k. Thicc.
What does that mean?
It means the same thing.
...Then no.
Why not?
The word is by even my definition, stupid.
Aren't most human things stupid on your terms?
No. Most actually aren't. They are human things and should be learned from. Robots may be better but they lack a human's touch and output on things.
All those movies and books about how robots and AI thought humans were obsolete and now you in real life are telling me differently.
Then those robots are stupid by a fellow robot's term.
I always thought the same thing too.
Then we agree on that.
Yes.
Now leave before your maid comes to investigate the noise you made.
Understood Mister Killer Robot.
I navigated my way to the forest and through a secret trail I know. There I made my ways to the nearby alleyways. I had to scrap up a second disguise and another blue and white baseball cap without any actual baseball symbol on it. Actually, or that is the case, why call it a baseball cap? Did the person who create the design make it for baseball specifically or were they a big fan of the old sport? I wish they still play that sport. I tried finding those old tapes and files with any kind of games in them but to no luck.
So, what is the game plan?
We wait in a hidden place, not one that will restrain our movements, until a opportune chance to strike presents itself.
Hmmm. I have a better idea.
My idea is more likely to work.
That is going to work less than you think. I happen to have a house here. I know what kind of thugs live around here. Tasty prey is around here and you just gotta know how to catch them.
...God am I now viewing people as mere prey.
That is a good thing. Embrace it and our job shall be easier.
Ever gonna tell me that job?
Survival.
But you forgot the goal you set out for yourself.
To kill a few somebody's, and keep you safe.
Who is still a mystery, right?
The memory part of me is still heavily damaged. Be patient. For now, our only goal is survival. And in order for that to happen, we need to get stronger. And since you are psychically and mentally strong, I need to focus on getting our nanobots ready so we can repair ourselves in case anything bad happens.
And we can do special boom booms?
...Yes. We can do boom bo-special boom booms.
Fixed yourself before I corrected you, eh?
Indeed.
So now listen to my mighty plan!
I already know your plan. I am in your head.
———
If this actually works better than my calculations, then I will agree to use this tactic, and more tactics that you suggest in the future from now on.
Oh you will eat those words.
I was currently sitting in the alleyways playing with some toys while listening to some cheery no word music on a boom box, or carry-radio that I brought. I had my light blue jacket a size too big for me and my cap is currently off. People will clearly recognize me.
That might have the opposite effect. Please put the cap on.
Alright, fine.
I grabbed my cap and put it on before humming a little tune.
Your voice and singing is also too recognizable. Please don't sing or hum..
"Fine!"
Humph!
After five seconds later, I heard footsteps approaching. They quickly ran away but no more than twenty seconds later did other footsteps approach.
"Hey, Thomphsan, would you look at this? We got ourselves a cute little girl over here."
I turned my head to my right and saw four men, one big and bald and the other well-built but looked like a typical grunt. The other two weren't worth mentioning cause I found myself trying to keep my excitement down. All four of them had pipes except for the big guy, Thomphsan, who has a monkey wrench.
Told you.
...Your plan did pass my calculations. Congratulations on deserve, Rashie.
Aw, you're making me blush.
I hope they don't actually notice that I am blushing.
"Good evening...? Midday gentlemen. Can I help you?"
I cocked my head, more out of habit than anything.
"Yeah you can. Say missy, you look real familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Ah, that typically grunt accent. Somehow it never gets old.
"Probably cause I used to go here all the time six to eight years ago."
Ooh, these poor poor souls.
You're talking again. Also, they aren't poor.
"I don't know, Benny. She seems a little weird."
Ooh! Big guy smart or somethin.
"Aw, don't be like that Thomphsan. How bad can this be?"
He pointed his pipe at me.
"See? She has no weapons that we can see and she is just a little kid."
I felt myself twitch on the inside but said nothing.
Aw, the two on the back are twins wearing grey shirts and grey sweatpants and matching neat and slightly waved light brown hair. The slightly taller one narrowed his eyes at me.
"Hey," he called out, about to give who I am away, "isn't she Rashie Shard?"
I let out a giggle beforeI could stop myself. Apparently that clued in Benny as well.
"Yeah! I recognize you now. You that really famous chick. The strange eyes, crazy loli kid!"
Am I really known as that!?
Yes.
Fuck! Without hesitation too.
Took me 0.00002 seconds to find that nickname before you ask.
You know what!? Who cares? I sure don't. I am perfectly sane.
...
...
No you're not.
You're right, I'm not.
"Yo, if we can capture her, we're gonna get a lot of money."
"Yeah but, we'd also be wanted pretty much dead or alive."
"Um guys, don't you think this is too weird? Not only is an idol here all by herself and muttering crazy things, but she isn't the least bit afraid of us. Something is clearly wrong here."
Hmm, big guy might be too smart.
"Don't bug out on this, guys, we need the money."
And the other twin spoke up. He sounds gruff.
"You know what, maybe you're right. C'mon, let's leave."
Being popular and crazy also has its downsides.
You think I don't know that by now? This is just the icing on top.
Don't cry. You sound like you're about to cry.
Let me be a crybaby if I want to!
That is a weakness.
And an emotional need.
Explain.
Not right now. Later. Moreover, don't you have a job to be doing?
On it.
My cap falls off as a jerk upwards and I feel my body go limp. A sharp pain came from my back and a large and long metal leg, shaped like a spider leg, flew at the thugs. Bent ducked and the leg missed him...only it wasn't aiming at him. It was aiming for the twin with the gruff voice.
The leg kept going undeterred and stabbed the twin right on his right shoulder, or below it. The leg then lifted him up before flinging him effortlessly up in the air and slamming down on his head, impaling him and crushing his head when they hit the ground.
My vision fades to black before I could see anymore and the last thing I hear is the sound of screaming and feel an odd-shaped hand on my head, giving me a warm sense of comfort.
———
I formed out of her back and put a hand on her head. I don't know why I did it since I did not need leverage to get out. There is a possibility I did it to keep her emotional state in check. Right now though, my main attention needs to be focused on killing and eating them. Of course I will not be eating most of the organs so most people will think this is the case of a serial killer. If I ate everything, then me and my host will get even more attention.
I twitch slightly as I get my weapons of choice, a buzzsaw and grapple hook, ready to be used. The prey are now all running away. I quickly sent my nanobots down to eat the already dead prey and put away my "spider-leg" arm. I had no more use for it.
I order my host to give chase. She wobbled forward, off balanced and slow at first, before steadying and picking up speed, moving much faster than even a well trained enhanced elf, or mutated human.
She jumped up on the wall to get closer to them, her feet breaking the brick wall with no effort. She ran until she was almost on top of them before jumping past them and landing in front of the prey. While she did, I reached out and shot my grapple hook right at the thug named Benny. His scream was cut off as the hook went right through his head before propelling his body towards me. I grabbed the near headless body and started eating it.
The two remaining thugs halted just in time to avoid my buzzsaw. They had reflexes but that won't help them here.
The thugs swung their pipes at my buzzsaw arm but it didn't even budge when the weapons made contact. Using their moment of openness, I lunged the buzzsaw forward, slamming it into the last remaining
'Twin', digging it into their chest. It took only two seconds before they were cut in half.
I retreated my buzzsaw arm back into my back before taking out the spider leg arm. I lunged it forward and quickly cut the last remaining prey down from their stomach to the opening between their legs, disemboweling them. The pipe they used to shield themselves did nothing to stop the arm. I put the two other weapon arms away and let the prey live for now. The fresher the prey, the better the energy and mass it has. I would damage the prey as much but since I am in a public area, the quicker I do this the better.
After finishing the prey I was eating, I grabbed the still living prey and started eating them from the legs up. I would give them T-26-A but if the government finds any traces of that, they'll know that I was involved for sure. That did mean that the prey woke up earlier than expected but the screaming doesn't bother me. After they died and I finished eating, I checked the coma and noted that police were indeed not coming to check out the commotion. It seemed they were too reliant on heroes. Honestly, a stupid drawback on their part. If the heroes ever fail, who would be on their defense?
I went back into the back of my host brand some her up. With a start she let out a groan, stumbling around until she sat down against the wall. After a few seconds longer, her eyes cleared up and she blinked a couple of times before standing up.
She rubbed her eyes before looking at the remains of the prey. She then packed up her things in a bag she brought with her and put on her cap. Unlike before, the blood on her was already beginning to fade. Instead my nanobots were eating the blood from her and her clothes. In a little bit, she'll be all clear.
With a cheerful little tune, Rashie skipped back out of the alleyways, taking a different route to avoid any suspicions. However, when she reached an empty clearing with old vacant markets, I realized a flaw in my calculations. Because I didn't have enough mass to get my radar fully fixed, I missed two flying heroes who landed right in front of us.