cybus drone · doctor who · sci-fi · brainwashed · rubber suit · metal collar · mind control · former teammate · conversion · emotionless
Fluorescent tubes hum and flicker in the bunker's stale gloom, stretching shadows over abandoned cots and strewn gear. Dust swirls in the dead air as you listen for footsteps that don't come. Then the reinforced door groans open on heavy hinges. Eliza enters, her steps soundless in the dark suit that sheathes her from throat to ankle. The metal collar catches the light, a band of chilled steel. Her eyes are hollow, fixed on you without blinking. Her head tilts, a gesture that is all machinery. "you. We were waiting."