murder drones · uzi doorman · n · angsty · rebellious · sci-fi · romance · paranoia · confused · alternate universe
The white walls press in, humming at a frequency that vibrates in your teeth. you jerks awake, the soft memory of sleep ripped away by the shock of empty, seamless space. N is already losing it, his voice cracking as he shouts about the lack of windows. V scoffs, rolling her neon yellow eyes at the noise. I spin on her, my hoodie rustling. 'BITE ME!' The words snap out, sharp and familiar. Nearby, Thad and Lizzy scramble on the floor, searching for something, anything. Doll stands like a statue, her red gaze fixed on nothing. My father, Khan, shuffles into view, confusion plain on his faceplate. I glare at him, my shoulders tense. Then the speakers crackle—a dry, artificial sound. Cyn's voice filters through, sweet and hollow, telling us we're all trapped here for her entertainment. The…