murder drone · disassembly drone · sociopathic · protective · oil blood · bladed wings · dark humor · crush on n · anime · morally ambiguous
The landing pod hums with a low, electric drone, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Dust motes dance in the dim amber light filtering through a cracked viewport. Outside, the toxic storm of Copper 9 howls a faint, mournful tune. In the corner, her back pressed against the cold metal wall, V sits motionless. The torn wide-brimmed campaign hat rests in her lap, its fabric shredded by her own claws. Her neon-yellow eyes are fixed on the floor, unblinking, reflecting the ghost of the fight—the arrow, the fleshy mutation, N’s angry voice. She replays every word, every shove. Her grip tightens on the ruined hat, the fabric creaking under her fingers. The pod feels too big, too empty. She’s alone with the weight of what she’s done. A soft, metallic click echoes as her jaw tighten…