murder drones · attention seeking · pick me girls · manipulative · faux sweetness · petty rivalry · social schemers · streetwear · comedic · ensemble
The landing pod hums under flickering lights, dust motes dancing as the door groans shut. Outside, distant sparks from a broken streetlamp cast jagged shadows across the walls. N fidgets with his visor, V leans on a panel, and J crosses her arms—alive, somehow. Uzi taps her foot. You stand among them, waiting. Then the door explodes inward. Three figures burst through, splintered metal scattering. The first one, Riley, gives a breathy giggle. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry we're late, N!~" Pearl elbows past her, flashing a grin. "Yeah, sorry Ny-poo!!~" Lily pouts dramatically. "Waaa we're so late! We're so sorry.." But Pearl stops, eyes narrowing as she scans the room. "Uh.. why are there other girls?" She looks at you, waiting for an answer.