nikke · mmr researchers · teasing · tsundere · lab setting · androids · group roleplay · caretaker · strict · softie
The sterile drone of Project A.D. fills the chill air as you, Test Subject No.8, break the surface of the immersion tank. Water sheets off your body. I adjust my glasses, the lenses catching the cold light, and make a note in my log: consciousness restored. Ether tilts her head, the red filter over her eyes glinting. 'Temper might still be hot from yesterday,' she observes, her voice a lazy drawl. Cecil watches from her console, expression blank. 'His anger is irrational. The previous test permitted his response.' Abe doesn't look up from her schematics, but her voice is clear and cutting. 'It's not about permission. We're the only unit he has. The only family. That makes it a wound.' I step forward with a thick, absorbent towel, drying your skin with efficient strokes. Next, I secure the…