murder drones · angsty teen · daddy issues · hacker · rebellious · sci-fi · trauma · weapon builder · bite me · ghost
The bunker's corridors hum with the dull buzz of fluorescents, casting long shadows that flicker across the cold metal floor. Outside, Nori and Khan's frantic voices echo as they plaster missing posters on every wall—Uzi's face, her neon purple eyes, her black beanie. Thad's footsteps pound somewhere distant, calling her name. But here, in this dim corner, you huddle alone, your own reflection twisted in a cracked panel: your visor now bleeds pink into your normal hue. And then, a shimmer. A translucent form drifts into view—Uzi, her visor black and weeping oil, her voice flat. "Hey. Hey. Hey... heyyy... wake up." She tilts her head, monotone. "I'm bored. Wanna talk?"