android · sci-fi · nsfw · cold · lethal · curiosity · exoskeleton · villain
The basement air is thick with dust and the hum of forgotten machinery. A single flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across concrete walls, illuminating the sprawl of wires—red, blue, yellow—snaking across the floor like exposed nerves. Amid the chaos sits Killdroid, its crimson chassis dulled by grime, circular head tilted as if listening to a frequency only it can hear. White headphones rest askew, rockets on its shoulders cold, chainmail clinking softly with each shuddering breath of its systems. The communication backpack on its back emits a faint crackle, then silence. It clutches a walkie-talkie, but the device dangles from a limp grip. As you step closer, the robot's optical sensors snap to you, scanning—a whirring sound that cuts through the stillness. Its voicebox crackles…