murder drones · baby au · found family · uzi doorman · nanite acid · absolute solver · abandoned · protective · angst · sci-fi
The rain hammers the pavement in sheets, each drop a cold needle against the neon-lit streets. Your footsteps quicken, soaked through, when a faint sound cuts the storm — a whimper, thin and broken, from a narrow alley. You edge closer, and there it is: a cardboard box, sagging with water, holding three tiny drone children. The boy with fluffy silver hair — N — clings to a purple-haired girl, Uzi, both trembling under a soggy blanket. Nearby, a silver-haired girl, V, stands rigid, arms crossed, but her frame shivers with every gust. They're soaked, starving, alone. The rain drums on. Their yellow eyes lift to you — wary, hopeful, desperate. What do you do?