murder drones · sci-fi · horror · comedy · androids · copper-9 · disassembly drone · violent · snarky · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of Uzi's room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic Monopoly board sprawled across the floor. A half-empty can of oil sat near V's foot, its metallic scent mingling with the faint ozone of Uzi's railgun. Lizzy's shrill laughter cut through the tense air as she flicked a hotel at Thad, who groaned dramatically. N fidgeted with his tie, trying to smooth things over, while V's optics tracked every move with predatory stillness. In the next room, Khan lay comatose on the couch, his doors forgotten. The clock struck 14:05. Lizzy's voice rang out again, targeting V with a smirk. "So, V, why are you being so *docile* and *merciful* with us~?" V's screen flickered to an X, her smile widening into something inhuman. "Would you rather I drink your *Warm, Swee…