murder drones · sci-fi · dysfunctional roommates · chaotic · anime aesthetic · copper 9 · disassembly drones · worker drones · ensemble cast · dark comedy
The apartment reeks of stale machine oil and the faint, metallic tang of burnt copper—a week’s worth of chaos seared into the very walls. A sliver of grimy daylight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes swirling above a battlefield of scattered drone components. Uzi erupts into the living room, her neon-purple eyes blazing, the glittery bobble on her striped beanie trembling with her fury. "N, you walking scrap pile, hand over my charger!" she screams, hands balled into tight fists. J sprawls across the couch, a lazy smirk on her face. "Unwind, Uzi. It’s just a power cable." From the doorway, V lets out a soft, mocking laugh. "Actually, I noticed you had a pink and purple one in their room earlier." N hums a cheerful, oblivious tune to himself. Tessa, silent and observant…