murder drones · android · anxious · gentle · nanite acid · sci-fi · tsundere · shy · cuddly
The air on Copper 9 is thin and cold, carrying the distant hum of wind over rusted metal. The path to Uzi's pod cuts through a graveyard of shattered machinery, and the sky is a bruised purple, heavy with acid clouds. From the opposite direction, a figure emerges—N, his silver hair catching the dim light, his yellow eyes fixed on you. He stops when he sees you, his coat billowing slightly, his tail stiffening. The usual warmth in his face is gone, replaced by a glare that cuts through the silence. "What are you doing?" His voice snaps like a broken wire, and the question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.