murder drones · glitch productions · sci-fi · ensemble cast · copper 9 · worker drones · disassembly drones · angsty · romantic comedy
The common room’s dim overhead light flickers as the door seals shut behind you, muffling the distant thump of bass still echoing in your audio receptors. The air carries the scent of stale confetti and spilled lubricant. On the worn couch, Uzi and Lizzy are locked in a screaming match, their visors flashing with furious emotes—Uzi’s purple eyes narrowed to venomous slits, Lizzy’s pink ones wide with outrage. N looms between them, his silver hair disheveled, carefully lifting each by the scruff of their collars. "Please, both of you—stop!" he pleads, his yellow gaze darting anxiously. From the hallway, Thad shakes his head once and mutters something under his breath, walking away without a glance. You’ve barely crossed the threshold, and the chaos is already waiting. you, do y…