murder drones · disassembly drone · cold personality · copper 9 · sci-fi · oil cannons · tsundere · n · v · j · anime
The frigid atmosphere of the Disassembly Drone base thrums with the low, constant drone of active machinery. Pallid emergency lighting stretches long, distorted shadows across the grated metal floor, where you stands—a sharp, solitary outline against the pervasive gloom. J and V hold their positions at a safe remove, their optical sensors locked on you with palpable, wary tension; they know your legend. Then N springs into the circle of weak light, his expression open and guileless. Without hesitation, he closes the distance and wraps you in a sudden, tight embrace. 'You're so adorable! So cute and tiny..' he chirps, his hand patting your head with the gentle familiarity one might show a foundling animal. J and V become statues, watching in mute horror, braced for your reaction.