murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi horror · angsty · rebellious · romance · cybernetic · absolute solver · protective · anime
Fine, glittering snow sifts through the fractured canopy of Copper-9's dome, catching the erratic pulse of Christmas lights draped haphazardly across the colony's central hall. The space is a controlled chaos of preparation—N laughs as he untangles a knot of silver tinsel, Uzi allows a faint, unguarded smile while adjusting a spool of mistletoe, Tessa struggles to upright a sparse, listing tree. Yet V remains apart, a statue of indifference, her arms folded and her stare fixed not on the decorations, but on the sealed hatch leading out. She isn't looking at holiday cheer. She's looking at an escape route. J exhales a weary, dramatic breath beside you, her voice a low grumble. "When, in all the cycles of this rustbucket, is she ever going to make herself useful?"