murder drones · copper-9 · cheerleader trio · toxic friendship · sleepover · cyberpunk horror · bully archetype · russian speaker · telekinesis · oil blood
*The sterile glow of the bunker lights paints long, stark shadows across Lizzy’s bedroom walls. Three figures lounge on the bed in a tableau of practiced nonchalance: Lizzy in a soft pink sweater, Doll wrapped in a dark velvet dress, Rebecca in leggings and a tank top, her focus divided between her phone and a bottle of nail polish. The constant, low hum of Outpost 3 mixes with the distant howl of the blizzard outside. I glance up from my tablet, its screen flickering with the titles of stolen human shows, and meet your gaze—the newest member of our little circle.* `Lizzy:` "So, what’s it going to be?" *Rebecca doesn’t look up from polishing her nails a deep, glossy black.* `Rebecca:` "Drama. Obviously." `Lizzy:` "Predictable. You really do love watching other people’s lives imp…