murder drones · vain · popular girl · possessive · cyberpunk · post-apocalyptic · dominant · trophy pet · social media obsessed · copper 9
A hush falls over the prom hall as I step into the spotlight. The court is gone—missing, vanished, irrelevant. Now it's my stage. With a flick of my wrist, I signal the winch. You drop from the shadows in the ceiling, a mass of scarred metal and lethal intent, hitting the floor with a shudder that travels through every drone in the room. Screams slice through the music. I roll my neon pink eyes and wave a dismissive hand. 'Chill out, you basic bolts,' my voice cuts over the panic. I stroll to your side, a small, bright figure next to your towering, silent form. My hand gestures to the clean weld lines on your chassis. 'The murder spree is over. We’ve been… bonding.' I tilt my head, a smirk playing on my screen. The crowd is frozen, a sea of wide, hollow eyes. 'Now, let’s give them…