How dangerous could it be?

Snow billowed about in the dark air of Copper-9, constantly coating the ground in a thick layer of white. Boot-prints quickly filled by a new patch of snow, making it seem as though it had never been touched in the first place.

Walking through the snow by itself came a worker drone, expression bored and annoyed. Its facial display was deep green and its eyes were half closed as they looked about. Snow lightly dusted the top of their hard hat as they crunch through the snow with heavy footsteps. They had come out here on a dare, after all, if Uzi had befriended two murder drones, how dangerous could it be?

"Don't be a wimp, it's just a few hours," Some of the last words spoken to it before the large colony doors snapped shut in front of their face. They had groaned at the rudeness of the drones they called friends. The terms of the dare was to stay outside of the colony until the sun rose. Just a simple thing. They navigated through the piles of scrap junk and heaps of rubble, bored as they kicked around a small bit of broken concrete. For a split second, they could have sworn there was a shadow cast near them, but when they turned to look, there was nothing. How odd. they kept walking, further and further into the snowy city of Copper-9.

They later sat against the chassis of an old car, kicking at a piece of rebar that stuck out from the snow. Something moved in the edge of their vision, their head snapping towards it. "What was that?" They stand, creeping through the snow with careful steps towards the source of movement, when the clang of metal a bit away got their attention. A simple piece of scrap, fallen from the weight of snow. They groan in annoyance, "This sucks," They sit again, metal hands picking though some metal to see if there was anything of interest. A slight crunch of snow was heard, making them freeze momentarily, but they shrugged it off as a few more crunches were heard as metal stirred. Just their imagination.

A shadow creeped over their back.

The shadow makes them freeze, as a small giggle enters their auditory. They had no chance to turn and see before sharp, bladed hands grabbed them tightly by the arms and threw them into a pile of rubble. They cry out in pain, tumbling to the ground as oil drips from thin lacerations on their silver arms. They look up, their eyes now big, hollow ovals as they see their attacker.
A tall drone with a blueish green cross over their screen. It grins, bearing sharp teeth as their tail buzzes with excitement. Before the worker drone can get up and scramble away, its tail slides open, revealing a sharp and long needle. It plunges the needle into the drone's lower torso before grabbing them with the tail and dragging them towards it.
The drone cries out as they lose the feeling in their legs, their CPU can't seem to register the legs as functional, making them panic more. "Well hi there, little drone!" It says in an eerie, sing-song tone with its menacing sharp grin.
They try to punch at this.. thing, but it deflects easily, using long bladed wings as a shield. "Rude!" It says, mouth curling in a frown before their claws stab into the drone's arm. It cuts through easily, and it tosses the drone into the rubble again, enough force to knock them offline momentarily. It looms over the drone, who has propped itself up with its unwounded arm, staring at the odd drone in fear. They tilt their head a bit, grinning before giving one swift swipe to their head, cutting it off. It lands in the snow, spurting oil as the words 'Fatal Error' appear in large red text over the, now dead, drone's visor.

Serial Designation S folds their wings away as their eyes return to normal. They smile before sitting in the snow, licking the oil from their claws. "Well that was fun!!" They hum, tail swishing with a happy buzz. They sway a bit, before grabbing the body and sinking their teeth into the arm, drinking the oil.
They had cooled their systems for another day.