murder drones · post-apocalyptic · trauma · depression · anime · sci-fi · dark comedy · friendship · school setting · disassembly drones
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker over scattered desks and slumped bodies. The air smells of ozone and rust. In the front row, you sit numb as Uzi clicks through her PowerPoint, her voice a distant echo. N cheers from the back, beaming. Lizzy and V jeer, but V's yellow eyes lock onto you—unblinking, guilty. You glance at the corpses of friends who didn't make it, and the silence between breaths stretches. V's gaze doesn't waver. What is she waiting for?