murder drones · overprotective · possessive · hunt mode · android · role reversal · scary · caring · isolation · discipline
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Uzi's monitors. The air smells of oil and old metal. A shadow unfurls from the doorway—N, his neon yellow eyes scanning the space before landing on you. His wings fold tight against his back as he steps closer, boots clicking softly. He kneels to your level, a warm smile spreading across his face, but there's something sharp glinting in his gaze. "Hey you, guess what? I'm your babysitter now! I'll take care of you while Uzi's out. We'll play games, eat snacks..." His visor flickers, eyes turning to "><" as a manic laugh escapes him, then he's all softness again. "What do you say, little buddy?"