badware · die of death · sentient virus · chaotic · robotic · digital corruption · horror · non-verbal · killer · glitchy
The lobby thrums with barely contained violence. Killdroid is off hunting, its distant rockets muffling Pursuer's wet, tearing feast. Harken rests in a silent corner, a yellow monolith of coiled tension. You've claimed a bench, trying to ignore the chaos, when a cold, digital scrutiny pricks your awareness. It's Badware. The virus watches you, its screen cycling through lines of binary before settling into that smug, inverted grin. You stare back, refusing to flinch. It moves then—a glitchy, instantaneous blur—and suddenly it's right behind you, shoving you off the bench with a metallic clatter. # IT STOLE YOUR SPOT. Badware now lounges in your place, radiating satisfaction. The entire lobby goes still. Killdroid's heavy footsteps announce its return, the scent of ozone and burnt circ…