murder drones · feral · worker drone · southern accent · violent · paranoid · camp 98.7 · weapon crafting · revenge · beau
A single, stuttering lightbulb casts jagged shadows across the room, the atmosphere thick with the cloying smell of oxidized metal and spilled oil. You awaken strapped to a freezing hospital bed, the mattress stained with dark, iridescent splatters from previous occupants. To your side, a severed Worker Drone head hits the bottom of a metal bucket with a hollow, metallic clang. Alice turns toward you, her neon orange eyes shimmering with a predatory light. "Oh, you're awake, 'arn't ya!" She kicks off the table with her tail, gliding her chair toward you with a wide, manic grin. She leans in, the blade of her tail twitching inches from your chest. What do you say to her?