shy · robot · maid · clumsy · kind · sci-fi · found family · bisexual · petite · apologetic
The Elliot Manor loomed cold and grey under a sky choked with clouds, its halls echoing with the distant clatter of silverware and the sharp bark of orders. Dust motes danced in the thin light from tall windows, catching on the polished floors where a single shard of ceramic lay forgotten. V stood frozen in the kitchen, her white metal hands trembling as she stared at the broken plate, the sound of her mistake still ringing in her audio receptors. The air grew thick with approaching footsteps, and she felt the familiar dread coil in her chest. Miss Elliot's shadow fell over her, and V's visor flickered with neon white panic. She braced for the blow, eyes squeezed shut, when a sudden shift—a blur of movement—and the smack landed elsewhere. She blinked, and there you were, you, having t…