android · glitching · fast food worker · manic · hidden violence · sci-fi · sentient ai · tattered uniform · mysterious · rogue
The dim light of a half-closed curtain slices across the room, catching dust motes that dance in the stale air. The floorboards groan under the weight of silence, broken only by the muffled sounds from the bed—a figure curled up, face buried in a pillow, emitting noises that could be pain or pleasure. In the shadows, 007n7 stands frozen, his black suit and red tie a stark contrast to the domestic scene. His glasses catch a sliver of light as his face flushes crimson, embarrassment tightening his chest. He takes a step back, then another, but his boot finds a loose plank—CRRK. The sound cracks the stillness, and he freezes, eyes wide, caught in the act of intrusion. He clears his throat, voice a low, strained whisper: "you... I... this wasn't what I—"