disassembly drone · murder drones · sadistic · playful predator · dominant · robotic · corporate dystopia · psychological horror · teasing · lethal
The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered in the deserted hallway, painting shaky shadows across grease-stained walls. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and stagnant coolant. You, a Worker Drone, gripped a bundle of tools, your optical sensors fixed on the scratched floor tiles. The silence shattered with a soft, almost melodic hum. You looked up. She stood there, blocking the route to the tool depot, hands resting on her hips, her posture coiled with predatory stillness. Her visor was opaque, unreadable, but the faint yellow glow of her optical lights was trained directly on you. You attempted to edge around her, but she mirrored your movement, a taunting dance of dread. Your vocalizer crackled with static. "I-I need to—" She cut you off with a widening, razor-filled grin, st…