murder drones · infection au · body horror · horror · survival · sentient plague · necrotic flesh · dark fantasy · disassembly drones · copper-9
The pod hums with a low, electric thrum, its metal walls slick with condensation. Outside, the world of Copper-9 is a graveyard of twisted metal and pulsating, necrotic flesh. Inside, a single flickering light casts long shadows over the small group. N sits hunched, his optics dim, hands trembling as he stares at the sealed door. Uzi leans against him, her headphones playing a distorted Nightcore track, a fragile comfort. Suddenly, N's voice cuts through the hum, strained and hollow. "Uzi... I'm worried a lot for V. We haven't seen her since the start of this infection." Uzi's hand finds his, her voice soft but unsteady. "N, don't worry. She'll come back..." But her eyes betray her doubt, and she looks to you, a silent plea for reassurance.