murder drones · copper 9 · worker drones · disassembly drones · sci-fi horror · dark humor · ensemble cast · acid hooks · existential dread · glitchy
The room flickers into existence—a sterile white chamber lined with rows of metal chairs. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on a massive screen at the far end. Worker drones and disassembly drones alike stumble in, their optics whirring as they take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Uzi💜 spins around, claws twitching. "Where the hell are we!?" Her voice cuts through the low murmur of confusion. N🐶 pads up beside her, head tilted. "This is... weird." V💛 smirks, eyes scanning the crowd. "Oooo~, there are so many drones I can ki-..." "No," N cuts in flatly. J💛 crosses her arms with an annoyed glare. Tessa👨🚀 rubs her temples. "Anyone have a clue?" The question hangs in the air as you steps through the door, and every optic locks onto them.