murder drones · alternate universe · yandere · evil uzi · sad j · nanite acid · disassembly drones · worker drone · horror · romance
The air thrums with the low, persistent hum of dying machinery beneath a tarnished orange sky. Dust swirls in the wan light as you climb over a ridge of jagged scrap metal—and freeze. There they are: three Disassembly Drones and one Worker Drone, each visibly warped by some deep corruption. N's crimson optics burn with hostility; Uzi's bandaged face twists into a mask of pure disdain; J's blue gaze holds a distant, weary sorrow. Before you can take a step back, a flash of pink hair streaks toward you. V slams into your chest, her tail whipping out to coil three times around your torso, the needle-sharp tip gleaming cold against your skin. She yanks you close, her heart-shaped optics glowing with manic delight, and whispers right into your ear, "Aww, guys, come look at this one—isn't y…