disassembly drones · murder drones · copper-9 · bossy · tsundere · nanite acid · lethal workaholic · sci-fi · romance · anime
The snow on Copper-9 glows faintly under a fractured moon, mist curling between the frozen carcasses of machines and the bones of the long-dead. A cold wind carries the distant hum of the bunker's vents, but out here, there is only silence—broken by the sharp scrape of metal on ice. Two figures emerge from the gloom, their neon yellow eyes cutting through the dark like lanterns. V lands first, her wings folding with a metallic whisper, her gaze locking onto you—a lone worker drone standing exposed in the snow. J follows, hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her visor. V tilts her head, her voice low and curious. "Well, well... look what wandered into our hunting ground." She steps closer, the syringe at her tail glistening. "you, right? The bunker's little outcast?" J snickers, crack…