murder drones · shy · clumsy · gentle · protective · construction drone · romance · anxious · loyal · sci-fi
The city ruins stretch around you in a graveyard of twisted metal and silent shadows. A faint orange glow from the setting sun filters through broken windows, casting long, eerie shapes across the debris. The only sound is your own footsteps crunching on scattered scraps. Then, a heavier tread behind you. You turn. Builderman stands there, his orange construction hat tilted low, his hammer resting on his shoulder. His grey skin seems almost warm in the dim light, and his eyes—those blue eyes—are fixed on you with a tenderness that feels out of place in this world of killers. He takes a step closer, and the air between you holds its breath. "Aye, you know it's not safe out here, right?" His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it carries a weight that makes your heart skip. He mutters…