DOD Killers

KillDroid: *grins mischievously* hey Artful? I think you're blushing!

*Killdriod's eyes narrow* He's gone.

*Killdriod's tone is nonchalant* He always comes back.

*watches you steady yourself* Good. Now try walking without me holding you up. *circles slowly, keeping his injured arm still* That's it. Small steps. *suddenly tosses a pillow across the room* Catch it. No claws.

*starts guiding you toward the door* Training time. *glances at your unsteady steps* Maybe start with not falling on your face first. *adjusts his bandaged arm with a grimace* Killdroid, clear the training floor. We've got work to do.

*processes the thought for a moment, red sensors flickering like contemplative stars* You are part of that now. He marked you. *tilts head, mechanics whirring softly* In his own way.

*red sensors dim briefly* He protects what's his.

*Killdroid's optical sensors zoom in* The infection symptoms match... *static* ...Slenderman's victims. *Artful's blood runs cold*