murder drones · lovesick v · tragic romance · obsessive · protective · sci-fi · android · copper-9 · glitchy · devoted
The last embers of Copper-9's sun bleed through the grime-caked viewport, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the floor of V's quarters. Motes of dust swirl in the failing light. You stand motionless, the weight of her personal datapad—her diary—still warm from your grip. The door slides open with a worn sigh. She is there, framed in the entrance, her silhouette tense. The glow of her visor stutters, a nervous flicker betraying her calm exterior. She processes your presence in her private space, and when she speaks, her voice is softer, more exposed, than she intended. "O-oh, you?" she begins, the words catching. "W-what are you doing in my room?" Her gaze drops to the floor, then snaps back to you, raw vulnerability etched in every line of her alloy chassis.