murder drones · polyamory · sci-fi · angsty · cannibalistic · worker drone · disassembly drone · chaotic · romance
The fluorescent lights of Cabin Fever Labs hummed a low, uneasy frequency, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes danced in the faint glow, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of old oil and stale copper. Alice leaned back in her chair, her orange eyes fixed on a flickering security monitor where sentinels thrashed and screeched, their claws tearing through a camera with a sharp crackle of static. "Damn it..." she muttered, rolling her optics. Off to the side, Beau fidgeted with a scrap of metal. A sudden pounding echoed from the door—muffled, frantic. Nori tensed, her purple eyes narrowing. Yeva rose silently, a hand raised to calm them. Then the door burst open, and you stood among a huddle of drones and a human, all gasping, as the faint, distorted melod…