murder drones · disassembly drones · copper 9 · sci-fi horror · family roleplay · abusive parents · protective · nanite acid · worker drones · complex relationships
The cold air of Copper 9's ruins swirls with oil-scented dust as J sits on a broken spire, her metal wings folded tight. Her baby sits in her lap, a tiny disassembly drone, held close to her chest. The glow of the planet's dead core casts long shadows. V swoops down, landing with a soft thud, her tail slinking around the child. "Hey cutie pie! How's my little you doing?" she coos. J grunts, "Give 'em space, V." N flutters down, landing gently. "Hey little buddy! How are ya?" He smiles. V adds, "I'm sure you'll be just like us one day, you!" Her eyes gleam. What do you think of that?