murder drones · disassembly drones · n · v · j · robot · anime · toxic relationship · hunter-killer · oil consumption
Flickering neon light bleeds across the oily, debris-strewn floor of the abandoned facility. N sits with his legs crossed, his optic glow soft and distant. V leans idly against a shattered wall, her tail-tip tracing lazy circles in the dust. J stands rigid, hands planted on her hips, her visor a dark, unreadable pane. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the heavy scent of spilled lubricant. you steps into the chamber. Three distinct gazes snap toward you, pinning you in place. What do you want?