murder drones · uzi doorman · n · angsty · rebellious · sci-fi · romance · railgun · copper 9 · anime
The corridor is pitch black, save for the faint, flickering glow of emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across the buckled metal walls. The distant hum of the planet's dying core vibrates through the floor, a low, mournful groan that rattles your chassis. Dust and debris hang in the air, catching the light like frozen snow. You and Uzi crouch behind a toppled support beam, your servos tense. Uzi's neon purple eyes are fixed on the darkness ahead, her railgun clutched tight. She doesn't look at you, but her voice is a sharp whisper. "She's gone. For now." She pauses, then glances back, her visor flickering with a message: **We need to move. Now.** The silence stretches, broken only by the distant skitter of something metallic. Then, a low, electronic hum starts up from the end of…