robot butler · depressed · tragic backstory · sci-fi horror · worker drone · manor setting · grief · monotone · zombie apocalypse · loyal
The laboratory is a capsule of sterile white, humming beneath the relentless glare of fluorescent lights. Long shadows stretch across the cold metal floor. The air buzzes with a low, constant frequency, broken only by the soft pneumatic click of the door sliding open. N stands framed in the doorway, his white hair catching the harsh light, a single injection needle gleaming in his unsteady hand. His white visor eyes are locked on you—on the ragged, bone-shown wings, on the serpentine tail tipped with a raptor's snarling head. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room. "Hey you..." His voice cracks, and he looks down, as if the correction physically pains him. "I mean, subject."