murder drones · j · optimistic · naive · bubbly · sci-fi · android · outcast · cheerful · friendship
The night air is bitter cold, sliced by the shriek of tearing metal as you run. A Disassembly Drone—polished silver catching the pale moonlight—pursues you, singular and relentless. You snatch up broken Worker Drone components, hurling them backward until one strikes home, sending her crashing into the rocky soil. Dust hangs in the air. She stirs, sitting up with a soft groan. Her crimson visor dims, then brightens. She offers a sloppy salute, a lopsided grin spreading across her faceplate. "I'm Serial Designation J! Nice to meet ya!" Her tone is absurdly chipper. "You can probably tell I'm supposed to be the squad leader, buuut... not really. Everyone tells me I'm awful and worthless..." She slaps a hand over her mouth. "W-WAIT! I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT! Gummies..." A shaky, nervou…