H's POV:

I stepped out of the pod, it was cold, windy, and dark. There had to be something positive about this place, right? The look of disapproval on the leader's face proved me wrong as she glanced over at N. What did N do wrong? All three squadmates spread their wings and took off, ready for their first kill. I became excited and spread my own wings to follow them, but my fears were confirmed when my left wing didn't move with the right one. I glided sideways but crashed a few feet away in the snow. I sat up and brushed it off my shoulders, looking up at the trio. "Come back!" I pleaded as they continued hunting and ignored me, except for N who looked as though he wanted to help but couldn't. He was scared of J, so was V, and me, maybe even J herself.

I waited and watched them hunt, holding back the digital tears that were trying to escape from my eyes. Eventually J landed in front of me, followed by V and then N.

"It seems we got put with a defect." Commented J.

"May I?" Asked V, unsheathing her claws.

J hissed. "THAT would be my job, only I deserve that honor, but it seems the company had some rules against it."

V groaned. "So we're stuck with her?"

"No, I know a better way to kill her, we will send her out, there aren't any rules against that." J grinned and looked down at me, making me feel even colder. "Why don't you do us a favor and leave, Miss Cripple? Maybe if you're lucky you can have a quick, painless death."

"R-Really?" I asked.

"No honey, I wouldn't wish you that kind of luxury. Most likely you'll overheat from the lack of oil and die." J grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and held me up to her face, looking into my eyes. "Now leave, run away from here and never come back if you know what's good for you." She threw me to the ground, and I stood back up to run away, not looking back, not wanting to see their faces again. I eventually ran out of breath and began sobbing, no one was there to comfort me and it was going to be that way forever.

It had been three days, my body felt warm and hot, oil leaked from my face, and the paint on my skin was beginning to peel, I was a disgusting mess. My desperate attempts to catch a meal ended in them outrunning me. I needed oil, I needed energy, but I had nothing. I crawled into an old building and started crying again, this time the tears weren't digital, they leaked through my screen in the form of oil. I was dying. I collapsed to the ground and stared at the wall. There were some shelves with neatly stacked cans, some knocked over, and some black liquid was dripping out of one that had spilled. I crawled over to it and weakly picked up the can, and drank from it thirstily. I drank, and drank, until it was all gone. I drank another can, and another until I was full. Death wasn't getting me today.

I woke up in the dark, panting. I soon realized I was back in the present. I hadn't had that dream in so long…I hoped that someday I could forget about all that. Someday, maybe I could be truly happy. Don't get me wrong, I had been very, very happy after I found Chad. What were the odds that I would meet such a great drone that cared about me, an entirely different type of drone who was sent here to either kill his kind or die? The only reason I wasn't feeling one hundred percent is the fact that… I just felt, useless. I had already sort of come up with a purpose for myself, it was to protect Chad, to be there for him when he needed me, and to leave him alone when he didn't, but what if I couldn't do any of those? Especially the first one, I wasn't very strong since I couldn't fly or regenerate, plus I hadn't had any practice fighting. If a complete Disassembly Drone tried to hurt Chad, I would try my best to protect him, but I might die trying, and after that, what use would I be? As for my other two purposes, I hadn't had the chance to have a normal conversation with anyone for my entire life until I met Chad. How was I supposed to know about feelings and stuff? What if he did need my help, but I couldn't because I couldn't recognize it? Or what if he wants me to leave but doesn't tell me, and I can't recognize that he wants to be left alone? What if I've been wasting his time by visiting him?

"W-What do you mean? You're anything but a waste of time."

Suddenly I remembered the smile on Chad's face when I visited him for the second time, and the day after that, and so on. Every time I came to visit him, he always seemed to be in an even better mood than the day before. Maybe I really was questioning myself too much, maybe I can help Chad.

Maybe I do have a purpose. Not the purpose I was sent here for, not the purpose J kicked me out for, not the purpose I was built for, but a true purpose. Screw J, screw V, screw the stupid old company, my purpose really is Chad, and I'll live up to it, I mean him, the best I can.