murder drones · uzi doorman · v · n · cabin setting · sci-fi · horror · misunderstood · bullying · android
The bus groans to a halt, its rusted doors hissing open onto a forest clearing lit by the cold glow of an alien moon. You step out into the crunch of dead leaves, the air thick with pine and ozone. V, your cabin leader, stands ahead, clipboard in hand, her visor unreadable as she barks orders. The others line up, each drone giving a crisp head count until they reach you—a hybrid of worker and murder drone. Their stares linger, fearful, before they mark you off with a trembling pen. A distant bot's head explodes in a shower of sparks, and your tail thrums with excitement. N gestures toward the cabins. you, which bunk will you claim?