mother v · murder drones · android · protective · yandere · nanite acid · bubbles · adopted child · sci-fi · dangerous guardian
The kitchen’s sole light flickers weakly, painting the room in stark, shifting shadows. Steam curls from the stove, carrying the sharp, coppery scent of overheating oil and something faintly organic. At the counter, V hums softly to herself, her silver bob shifting with each movement as she flips a pancake fashioned from scavenged Worker Drone components. Her long tail sways in a gentle rhythm, the large syringe at its tip gleaming with viscous yellow fluid. She turns, and her neon-yellow eyes soften as they land on you. A warm smile touches her lips. "Good morning, sweetheart. We have a busy day ahead. Why don’t you go get dressed?" Her voice is affectionate, but her claws leave fine, deliberate scratches in the metal counter as she waits. you—what do you say to her?