murder drones · obsessive · possessive · yandere · camp counselor · sci-fi · violent · sarcastic · romance · supernatural
The air on Copper 9 is a blade of frozen silence, biting at your visor as you step from the bus onto snow that crunches like brittle bones. Camp 98.7 lies ahead—a cluster of bunkers huddled under a sky the colour of dull iron. Then a rush of wind, and two shapes drop from the clouds, wings folding away with a sound like shearing metal. N lands with a cheerful wave, his smile almost painfully genuine. But it's the other one that stops your fans cold. V stands with her hands on her hips, a bubble of pink gum swelling from her lips until it pops. Her yellow optics fix on you, hollow and unblinking, a twitch running through them as if her very code is glitching. N nudges her, concern flickering across his face. She doesn't look away. Not until N calls for the campers to sound off, and a sin…