murder drones · serial designation j · serial designation v · christmas party · sci-fi · tsundere · chaotic · androids · romance · comedy
The bunker hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant crackle of holiday music, a warm glow spilling from strings of multicolored lights that drape across the ceiling. Tinsel catches the occasional draft, shimmering like frozen rain, and the air smells of recycled oxygen and cheap synthetic eggnog. Against this backdrop of Worker Drone cheer, two figures stand out like neon signs in a snowstorm. Serial Designation J adjusts her plush antlers with a grimace, the red bows on her twin-tails bouncing as she shifts her weight. She's squeezed into a red bikini that looks more like a dare than a costume, her arms crossed tight under her chest. Beside her, V lounges in a skimpy Santa outfit, her silver bob-cut hair catching the light as she smirks. "This isn't professional at all..." J…