The paper fitted nicely, easily even. Doll glanced at the device she had just opened, observing its bright blue plastic casing and almost cube like appearance while she grabbed her phone. Quickly connected it via the outdated Bluetooth method and then went and for a five-minute dive through her and Lizzy's messages to find what she was looking for, of course it had been a few images the blonde haired chick had sent her with zero context. Doll discovering the context was a request to make stickers of said images so Lizzy could assumedly decorate her stuff yet more cutesy addons, as almost everyone including her failed to do compared to her. With a couple more taps and a cat like blip that signalled that the small blue box, which was in fact a scavenged up thermal printer was ready and connected to her phone. Another tap later as a good minute of waiting and she had began business, if business could be counted as making Lizzy some kirby stickers as to pass the time. Fulfilling a promise to a friend as she did.

Doll went back to waiting, waiting for the stickers to finish and double checking the amount she had been asked to make. She had just enough paper left to make a little over fifteen and of course her friend had asked for exactly that amount, of which she was going to have to visit to collect them. Which would be fine, Lizzy visited often and Yeva trusted the cheerleader enough to give her the keycode into the building. That level of trust was impressive for her mother Doll thought as she switched through a couple of the other sticker designs and kept the printer on task. Five were already done and the other ten would be coming along quickly... Although, she didn't really have to make the exact amount, right?

Maybe someone else could have some?

Lizzy would have to be fine with a few less wouldn't she? Doll pondered on that question as a new idea came to mind along with a almost foreign feeling. A sudden surge in confidence maybe, she was yet unsure but it felt liberating at least. If it had of been an environment, she would of described it as sunny and warm but faintly windy like spring breezes that carry forward those beaten down by winters harshness. Thats it, she realised what it was as she printed the eleventh sticker and stopped the process. Had she finally grown tired enough of her stasis to want to put effort towards changing it, maybe.

Racking her now retained memory of the last time she had seen them, more accurately him but then again maybe a sticker would do J some good if not more than it would for N. She was tired of staying here, not that her house sucked but the sheer amount of nothing to do had gotten to the girl. Doll took a deep breath, told herself that this idea was silly and naive. Fix a friendship by giving them stickers and walking back to him intent to do her job and explain abandoning N just because she had felt scared, still felt scared. He may be the sweetest, goofiest drone she had met in a long while but that didn't counter the fact he was a murder drone and if he had survived this long he should have higher standards. Murder being the part that she automatically highlighted whenever thoughts of him first came to her mind, unscrambled visuals of her and him fighting together, sitting and talking that night after almost dying or almost dying for a second time. As much as that last memory was something she disliked Doll had to admit it still carried that same tint of silver freshness compared to the later days or the ones before she had met him.

That fight...

Her chest buzzed with a thrill whenever she remembered the swiftness of the warehouse brawl, still welcomely surprised at how competent she had been in that situation. Considering her abysmal fumble with trying to hunt a single murder drone had now turned to almost managing to take out two of the four drone death squad and befriend one. Three yellows and the elusive brutal blue one with only one yellow counting as a highly likely confirmed kill, Doll counted her supposed prisoners in her head before reevaluating what she knew on them. Just in case she saw them again, which was highly unlikely, Doll lied to herself. While V had been vaguely unremarkable in Doll's eyes asides for the pointed out connection N had with her and the nightmare giving and fear worthy reveal that the metal angels were really hard to properly put down. J and Rebecca meanwhile had been far more effective in their jobs and far more effective at almost making her join her father in the pages of a forgotten history book. That pair seemed to actually carry themselves in ways that proved them oddly worthy of the moniker of murder drone. Doll not liking the idea of getting on their hit list yet again, although J apparently wouldn't do much while the russian girl still held one of her valuables in hostage. Rebecca, well she seemed to be a loose cannon. One that needed to be put in check as the only active threat out of the three hopefully remaining killers.

That was what she was supposed to be doing, keeping them from taking more of the bunker's lives instead of holing up in her house after a swiftly disproven scare.

She stood up from her chair, phone still in her hand as she checked her internal clock. Almost the end of the school day, she could either leave now or wait till after dark. Leave? Where had this come from. Doll scrutinised herself as she scooped up the stickers she had made so far and deposited them inside one of her skirt's pockets. About to leave before realising she hadn't made the other ones for N and herself yet. But of what, crocodiles? Dogodile, wait no he liked dogs that's right. Doll instantly searched upon the outposts secluded interweb for whatever canine stickers she could find, as well as a crocodile one for herself and quickly printed them. Leaving her long time best friend Lizzy short four stickers.

Which should be fine, Doll mused to herself as her bout of positive energy helped her swiftly walk out of her room and over to the kitchen bench where she deposited Lizzy's kirby's. The girl heading for the cupboard again while she heard her mother stir from on the couch, the older woman yawning and revealing her fanged teeth to the world for but a second... If only Doll was looking she might of picked up on them, although there were other parts of her mothers more out there physical traits she had seen before. The old mess of purple hair strands on a brush, her wig apparently never got replaced like others had to due to wear and tear but still being the same length being the one outstanding example she could think of.

"... had a good sleep?". Doll questioned to the room as she prescribed herself to a futile raid upon the kitchen for snacks once more, despite having already deduced that there would be none. Probably, maybe she had not looked everywhere last time.

"Yeah, slept through my alarm... but, that doesn't matter.". Yeva mumbled back as she began to properly wake up, stretching both legs and settling into a normal sitting position among her piles of multicoloured blankets. The TV playing a recording of Copper-9 whale noises in the background.

"Tch, how..?". Doll questioned back, quickly rephrasing her question as she halfheartedly leant upon the kitchen counter, feeling caught by the starting conversation. There wasn't much she wanted to do around the house, games room had Uzi's mattress in it and she didn't really want to touch that at all.

"Aren't the alarms impossible to ignore, because of them being internal?".

"...Something is probably, wrong with mine then.". Yeva yawned again, dreariness in her eyes as she looked over to Doll and her features softened more then she had seen in weeks. To her, Yeva was always strung up about something, concerned over something, worried about anything at all. Her body wouldn't rest when she wanted to and it was pretty obvious when looking at her, sometimes there was a mother in there with all her care and quiet loving fire. Sometimes she looked almost empty inside, the lighthouse dead where it stood yet kept upright by duty. Yeva shone with no light, stood alone upon its weathered rock as inconsequential but ever present waves washed away all it was built on. Doll felt her chest plummet as her head gave her this visual, only for it to be snatched away as the lighthouse spoke.

"Doll, look...". Yeva sighed suddenly, her eyes blinked once before looking at the TV and she settled back into the couch a little. Doll could feel the rooms atmosphere change.

"... Yeah mom?". Doll slowly closed the cupboard and turned around, her hair flicking slightly. The air feeling colder despite the thermostat not changing from its warmer temperature.

"You've had fourteen days and...".

"I.. i know.". Doll admitted softly, a near empty snort expelling itself from her afterwards.

"I, I'm so so glad... Your safe but. What were you thinking going outside, to that spire?". Yeva asked finally, her voice hiding away the roiling emotions within, or more accurately they weren't quite capable of leaving her like this. The question had been asked. For Doll her time had ran it's course and now she'd have to answer, lift her hesitantly placed veil from her mother's eyes.

"Well... I, uhhm...". And just like that Doll had already been stumped, the positive energy in her dissipating a tad in the face of her tired mother's question. Someone she had clearly hurt with her sudden disappearance then almost death twice over within two days, worse was she had let the wound infect with the lack of care and clarity of the situation. She took a breath, thoughts racing as the room felt colder and the candles to her right flickered down to their last stretch of life. Casting heated shadows across the bench and its dim surface, snaking out from the light.

"It's, just...'. She started again, did she really have to explain why to her own mother she should know just as much as Doll did. Feel the answer in her core, like her daughter did. Right..? Furthermore why did it feel so crushing to even try, to speak the long overdue truth and not hide away again. She had lied before but those were small things without consequence worth noting. Not this, not almost dying. Not over this.

"Dad.". Doll almost whispered and moved from the kitchen, returning to the bookshelves from earlier with half hearted purpose. Standing on her tiptoes to gently take her fathers scrapbook before stilling as she felt its aged and loved weight, surface strong yet supple and its pages an antique brown done on purpose to achieve the visual effect Molotov had liked. Yeva blinked at her in surprise, tired red eyes meeting tired red eyes across the room and holding each other in place. One bound by knowledge and the other looking for answers from the question that plagued their heart, Doll turned her head away just so Yeva couldn't see the welling tear upon it.

"It was for dad. Revenge by you know... killing his killers, i lied to myself as much as i did to you.". Yeva listened to Doll, her body swept by an unnatural cold. Despite the oil, wire, metal and other unwanted things that she could list ran inside her Yeva was empty almost. Stunned by the thought, unmasked to a ever swaying serpent head and its intoxicating problem that she had been subject to for long enough that dates weren't remembered. The idea that Molotov had been gone for years was coin like in nature, two sides that both held revelations of their own and yet in this instant she was a beggar enough to have never seen currency before.

"He's st-..". Yeva cut herself off, instead pulled again by internal thoughts and repelled by the stench of the lie. She saw Doll look back at her, but it didn't click within her head that she did.

Revenge, her daughter had almost killed herself, had lead to the deaths of others over revenge and succeeded on putting down the yellow devil that which had removed not only her friends but her husband from the mortal plane. Yeva had failed once already at carrying out that task, yet her daughter had completed it with only a crossbow and her wits and without even alerting her of her attempt until it had almost backfired. She herself had tried but due circumstances she couldn't put the effort in to win, yet Doll had put revenge through the devil itself with almost flabbergasting help from another. While Doll had no doubt prepared for her adventure out, Yeva had slunk away from her duties to wallow in self pity to such a degree that she had forgotten to take care of her daughter and this had blossomed forth from her lack of care. What a pitiful accident.

"He's still?". Doll questioned back, her visor showing a trio of red question marks on it. Incredulous to the meaning of what Yeva had half spoke.

Those two words seemed to wrap themselves around Doll's processors, take root inside her head and worm confusion into her. What did Yeva mean by this, her father was long dead and was left only to memory or what came of his life. A legacy if one could so call it that and have the man live up to the word, which was highly unlikely for all she could remember him having done. Raised her for the few years he could, helped those he could, made mother happy, imparted his most cherished memories into the book she was holding. Molotov had done nothing special but also everything special and his legacy was only a book, a camera, the now long gone crossbow and a pair of broken drones. Doll scowled internally, she believed he could fix this if he was still here but he wasn't and she was left alone to plan revenge for something that had happened eighteen years ago. No guiding light, or maybe she was fool enough to ignore the care she had been given from her eternally tired mother.

"He is...n't, alive. Not anymore.". Yeva whispered just loud enough for Doll to hear her, unsure if she was convincing herself or her daughter. Delusions seeping away from her with every second like ice under the thermostat. 

"I know he's not.". Doll raised her voice and took a few steps away from the bookshelf, one hand on her other arm while said other arm was on the scrapbook. Holding weakly her fathers legacy as if a slight wind would destabilise it beyond repair.

"...bu-". Yeva cut herself off again, looking away from Doll before tearing at herself mentally. He was gone, had been for ages but she just couldn't let go could she? She had gone to pitiful lengths to keep it that way, but now was time to confront the reality left behind by the dream in all its deserved fury. Truth was they were both hiding something. 

"That's the reason i did this, Mom... did i not make that clear? At least Dad would of listened, or CarEd.". The effect was instant and Doll could tell, the rooms atmosphere shifting again, getting colder again as hearts were laid bare.

"I- Y, yes...Moliv, would of...".

Doll stared as the room seemed to almost blur at its edges and the heat made her sensors feel like they had destabilized with how it clawed uselessly at her. Neither of them had heard that nickname in eons, and its sudden reemergence just weighted heavier upon them from that. Images now dredged themselves up from the back of their memory.

Picnics outside under the ebbing stars of Copper-9's sky as she and him spun in circles and threw snow to the side as mother stayed beneath the umbrella at the table with a smile unseen for years since then. Molotov scaring the both of them when he excitedly exclaimed that he had done it, the three of them rushing into his room to find a small hologram of a spaceship sitting on his desk and hope shining in his eyes as he proclaimed that they were one step closer to walking on the moon. Yeva and him showing Doll the bunkbed that her and her older sister would sleep in, all decked out with enough lights to put the Milky way to shame as the pair quickly drowned Doll's pillbaby form in blankets and the three of them stayed on the bottom bunk for the night.

These memories shone so so blindingly bright, all because of Molotov, all because of her Dad. A name that brought to many things along with it for how bland it was to those who marked the caskets for the colony's dead, they had inscribed his full name on that empty casket, a name to go with the nobody inside.

"Yeah, sorry i, can't seem to focus.". Yeva curled into herself, bringing her legs to her chest and pulling a blanket up around her before beckoning the younger drone over to the couch. To which Doll silently followed, bringing herself and the book over to sit non the couch as a family member. The mother, the daughter and the farce documentation of whoever else was supposed to be here on a couch that once fitted more then four and now was only lived on by one. Doll having to step around the coffee table to get to her destination, of which she did without noise and perfectly despite the welling tears. Of course, she was too grown up to cry. Right?

"I, I'm sorry that just slipped out of me and i didn't mean it and your just-". Doll sputtered out before Yeva softly cut her off, voice commanding attention and silencing Doll without any effort.

"Distant... thats what i am, you don't have to apologise.".

"...That's... yeah, exactly what i was, going to say.". Doll admitted shyly, somehow both enjoying and feeling unwelcome sharing the blanket here and watching the blank screen of the television. It felt, nice, pleasantly warm even but she couldn't shake that impossible weight between the two drones after what had just been admitted. Both of them had definitely thought that that was the case, minds contemplating the idea of just saying the truth but that had always lead to the uncomfortable situation afterwards. At least they thought it had, but the feelings now were a lot less then expected.

"Tired?". Doll asked as if nothing had happened, aiming anything to escape the dreadful cloud of regret that hung above her.

"..Yes, sadly, but I've been sleep deprived for the last thirty years, i can stay another thirty minutes.". Yeva answered before pulling her blanket off so she could give half of its surface to her daughter, extending one hand towards Doll as she shifted to a cross legged position. Doll hesitantly took the blanket, laid it over herself and looked towards her mother with the tiniest of smiles. The pair sat, just there in the heat that felt warmer as the situation tempered down. Both stuck on what exactly to say that wouldn't make it worse as if there was a one sided rhythm being played by the other.

Until they broke it.

"I'm... Im sorry, ok. Lying to you was a bad idea and I shouldn't of left just to get peo, people killed during those two days. I.. alm- ost died, Just for D- dad, and he's not even here to say he's proud of me or anything.". Dolls words stumbled out of her as she deflated on the couch with Yeva

"I'm sorry, its just.., i shouldn't of left you alone as much as i did, and i would try so much harder if i could but its just... I can't. I can't let go of him. He's still right here, i swear I can hear him but i know its to good to be true.". Yeva finally cracked, admitted to herself as much as Doll.

They both jolted to look at each other after the joint confession, eyes meeting as they comprehended the other's problem. IT had been long overdue on both ends, they both knew that now in a flash of teary eyed connection. It wasn't entirely their own fault for the situations, this pebble of understanding tying the two to the revelations and each other. The pair both began to cry, slowly