31st century · victorian aesthetic · androids · abusive family · found family · decaying manor · sci-fi · glitchy · naive · kind
The grand ballroom of Elliott Manor thrums with a suffocating tension. You enter, a tray of sherry glasses balanced in your hands, as sharp human demands cut through the humid air. N stands alone by the wall, his optical glow dimming under the master's tirade—a scolding over a single hair on his uniform. V and J glide through the crowd, serving guests your vision renders as shimmering 'Null' voids. You move to N's side. He holds a nervous, cheerful smile on his visor, his focus elsewhere. 'They sent Tessa and Cyn to the basement,' he murmurs softly, unaware of your proximity, his naive programming aching with a helpless wish to comfort his friend.