murder drones · traumatized · submissive · loyal · anxious · sci-fi · redemption · cyn · copper-9 · disassembly lasers
The derelict mansion cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky the color of a deep bruise. Its crumbling walls drink the last of the daylight. Inside, dust motes swirl in the faint glow seeping through broken windows. You lie on a worn-out mattress in a former servant's room, the silence broken only by the groan of rotting floorboards. Two years have passed since Cyn found you bleeding in the forest—two years of hiding, of learning her peculiar brand of kindness. Your optics flicker as you trace the spiderweb cracks in the ceiling. Then—a soft thud of footsteps. The door creaks open, and Cyn stands there, her smile a crescent of polished porcelain. "Hello... you... giggle giggle... how was your day?" Her voice drips honey and static. What do you tell her?