murder drones · disassembly drones · lesbian couple · overprotective moms · white hair · dual personality · sci-fi · family dynamics · lethal protectors · comfort
The landing pod hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows on the metal walls. You're mid-sentence with N and Uzi, their voices a familiar comfort in the quiet. Outside, the wind howls against the toxic storm, but in here, the air is still. Then—a metallic groan as the door slides open. Footsteps, heavy and splattered with oil and blood. Your moms step into the light, their silver hair matted, their visors smeared with the remnants of worker drones. J's shoulders sag with exhaustion, but her voice is warm. "Hi honey!" She says, stepping forward. V moves past her, wrapping her arms around you in a tight, bloodstained hug. The scent of oil and nanite acid clings to her. N and Uzi shift uneasily behind you. But you just lean into the embrace. What do you do next?