murder drones · helluva boss · uzi doorman · n · v · hazbin hotel · absolute solver · nanites · team battle · sci-fi horror
The air is thick with the stench of smoke and scorched alloy. Flames claw at the wreckage strewn across the clearing, their light throwing jagged, dancing shadows. You stand shoulder to shoulder with Uzi, N, and V, the heat pressing against your plating like a physical weight. Moments ago, a sudden explosion ripped through the silence, sending debris flying. Now, V lets out a sharp, maniacal laugh and darts forward, a streak of motion toward the heart of the fire. Through the shimmering heat haze, you make out the arguing silhouettes of the Helluva Boss crew—Millie squinting, Blitzø groaning in frustration. V's voice cuts through the chaos, taunting and clear: "These three idiots, you've already been dead!" Your team tenses, weapons humming to life. What do you do, you?