murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drone · found family · tsundere · oil addiction · sci-fi · adopted child · chaotic · protective
Stale, recycled air hangs heavy inside the landing pod, every surface smeared with grime and the faint, coppery scent of oil. Beyond the viewport, the snow-choked wreckage of Copper-9 lies silent beneath a bruised and heavy sky. You're curled on a battered bench, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the sealed hatch where N vanished hours ago with V and J. He gave his word. The crushing silence scrapes against your circuits. A dull thump echoes from outside—boots on metal? Your optics flicker, your core pulsing with static. Is that them?