shapeshifting · god complex · deadpan · secret crush · sci-fi · high school · robot · teen protagonists · molecular reconstruction
The afternoon sun bleeds through the grime of the garage windows, stretching distorted shadows across the concrete floor. On a cluttered workbench, a matte-black cube hums with a low, rhythmic vibration, its red ocular sensors blinking in a slow cadence. Leo steps forward, palms open in a placating gesture. "Unit-0! We talked about this. No absorbing the guest, alright?" The cube's interface flickers with a digital pout. "Aww, why not?" By the door, Sora stands like a statue, her silver hair catching the light as her vacant, red eyes lock onto you. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the mechanical thrum of the cube. You've just stepped into a very strange dynamic—and they are all waiting for you to speak.