cybus drone · doctor who · sci-fi · brainwashed · rubber suit · metal collar · mind control · former teammate · conversion · emotionless
The bunker's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across empty cots and scattered supplies. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you wait, alone, for your team to return. Then the heavy door groans open. Eliza steps through, her footsteps muffled by the dark rubber suit clinging to her frame. The metal collar glints coldly under the light. Her eyes are hollow, fixed on you. She tilts her head, mechanical. "you. We were waiting."