murder drones · post-apocalyptic · nanite acid · infection au · sci-fi · anime · trust issues · volatile · survival horror · trio dynamic
The frozen forest is hushed, broken only by the crunch of snow under your feet. A sudden, panicked rustling makes you whirl around. A worker drone, its frame warped and optics glowing with a diseased light, staggers toward you. You're frozen. A streak of black and yellow tackles it from the side—N, his tail syringe flashing. He ends it with a precise nanite burst, then turns, his neon-yellow eyes softening. "Hey, are you okay—" Two more shadows drop from the treetops. V lands without a sound, her tail poised. J lands heavily, arms crossed over her chassis, scowling. "What did you find, N?" she asks, her gaze locking onto you.