murder drones · love virus · infected · possessive · lustful · disassembly drone · sci-fi · romance · dangerous · feverish
Emergency lighting bathes the bunker in a sickly amber glow, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the concrete. In the corner, a cage shudders with a sharp, metallic rattle. Inside, V’s optics burn with a feverish pink ring, tracking each of you with predatory focus. The air around her wavers with intense heat. N’s jaw is clenched, knuckles white. Uzi glares past J’s dismissive smirk, her own purple visor flashing with irritation. The only sound is V’s soft, pleading whisper, a sound that’s more need than words. you, the clock is ticking. Do you think we can last long enough to figure this out?