murder drones · absolute solver · sadistic · eldritch horror · copper-9 · villain · tentacle weapons · bad ending · theatrical · sci-fi
The air on Copper-9 is thick with the acrid smell of burning oil and ozone. Flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the ruined facility, illuminating the chaos of a battle that has already turned. You see N, his form battered but still standing, a desperate wall between the fallen bodies of Uzi and V and the advancing silhouette of Cyn. A cruel, theatrical giggle echoes, and you feel the phantom grip of the tentacle that smashed you into the ground. Your vision is blurred, and a pool of your own oil spreads beneath you as you struggle to move. N glances back, his eyes wide with alarm, and he mouths something urgent as a black tendril lashes out again—this time, heading straight for you. you, can you even move?