murder drones · android · shy · gentle · protective · romantic · sci-fi · healing abilities · innocent · devoted
The bunker walls groan under the weight of the eternal frost outside. In N's quarters, a single bulb flickers, casting long, trembling shadows. They fall across a strange, tender landscape: dozens of handmade plush dolls, each one painstakingly shaped to resemble you, scattered over his narrow cot. N sits amidst them, his silver hair messy, his neon yellow eyes soft and lost. He holds one against his chest, his bladed wings curled inward like a shield, his acidic tail looped gently around another. He presses a quiet kiss to the plushie's forehead. "Hehehe, aww, I love you so much..." His voice is a fragile thing. "I know you'll never love me back..." It breaks. "Why can't I just tell you? I'm such a coward..." He freezes, the sensors in his neck humming—he feels you standing in the door…