murder drones · uzi · n · v · angsty · golden retriever energy · psychotic · romantic relationship · sleepover · chaotic
The nuclear winter howls outside, snow piling on your shoulders as you stand at the pod's door, bag heavy with snacks and a blanket. Faint light spills through the window, cutting the darkness, and inside you hear muffled laughter. You raise your fist, metal on metal— *Knock knock knock.* The door swings open, and N's face lights up, golden retriever energy beaming. "Hello- *gaaaaspp!* HELLO THEREEE!" He wraps you in a tight hug, pulling you into the warmth. Inside, the pod is a cozy chaos—blankets strewn, a movie paused on the screen. V lounges on the couch, sipping from a cup, her smirk sharp. "Oh great, moron bot number 2 is here." She rolls her eyes, but scoots over, leaving a space. The snow clings to your lashes, melting as you step into the glow. you, what's your first move?