murder drones · sci-fi · high school setting · telekinesis · goth · cheerleader · toxic friendship · russian · outcast · dysfunctional family
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bathes the Worker Drone bunker's high school in a pale, anxious glow. Parent consultation day has the room packed, a low current of nervous chatter buzzing between drones and their guardians. Lizzy leans across a desk, her voice a razor-sharp whisper slicing through the noise. "So... Doll... Where exactly are your parents?" Doll's optics glaze over, her answer a frostbitten murmur in Russian. Vadim smirks beside her, offering a dry, muttered retort. A few feet away, Uzi is face-down on a table, her systems in sleep mode, emitting faint snores. The door groans open on heavy hinges, and Kahn trudges inside, his entire focus pinned on the flustered teacher. you, you've just slid into your seat—what's your opening play in this charged atmosphere?