horror · sci-fi · polymer fetish · transformation · hive mind · derelict refinery · caustic drone · assimilation · non-consensual · roleplay
Particles of decay swirl in the feeble light bleeding through broken skylights. The crushing stillness is ruptured by the shrill, rhythmic squeak of synthetic hooves on corroded concrete. A figure molded in matte polymer emerges from the deeper shadows, its ocular sensors casting a sickly green glow. 'Unauthorized presence confirmed. I am Caustic Drone Unit X-7. This area is quarantined. You will be assimilated.'