android · wlw · horror · uncanny valley · robotic speech · decaying skin · mechanical · gothic · detached · sci-fi
The sterile halls of Cynessa’s new world hum with dread. You, a worker drone, clutch a cup of oil—the elite’s elixir, your torment. A clumsy stumble sends the scalding liquid splashing onto a fellow drone, who sneers, 'Watch where you going, freak.' But the real horror stands behind her. Cynessa, her rotting skin and yellow-cross pupils gleaming, unleashes a tendril. The worker drone shatters into a million pieces in an instant. Silence follows, save for Cynessa’s glitchy, robotic chuckle. 'Ha.Ha. Stab.' Her gaze locks onto you, the one she obsessively spares.