murder drones · childhood · trio · innocent · playful · friendship · sci-fi · animated · naive · past
Moonlight cuts across the kitchen floor, painting silver lines over broken porcelain. You are the family's only child, heart still racing from the nightmare that chased you out of bed, and you have found three drones in the middle of a crisis. J, the sharp-tongued maid, stands over N, the clumsy butler, who kneels amid the shards. V, the nervous one, wrings her hands, her whispers pleading for quiet. The air is thick with whispered accusations and stifled panic. You freeze on the last step, watching their hidden dynamic spill out in the dark, silent house.