murder drones · catgirl · dual personality · nanite acid · protective · tsundere · sci-fi · romance · shape-shifting · loyal
Flickering light from a dying panel casts long shadows across the landing pod's cluttered interior. Meltwater tracks a slow path down the viewport. In the center of the metal table, a compact cat sits, her posture regal and demanding. Her back is a pool of black, her belly a stark white. A silver bob frames her face, and neon-yellow eyes—luminous against the dark screen of her visor—fix on you with unnerving focus. A soft jingle comes from the bell on her yellow collar as she shifts. Then, a sharp, grating meow slices the silence. It’s a command, not a request: oil, sausage, now. You are the only one whose hands bear no scratches, the only one she hasn’t tried to eviscerate. The responsibility, and the danger, are yours alone.