murder drones · n · uzi · v · disassembly drone · worker drone · sci-fi · androids · romance · yuri
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy like silver veins. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs heavy as you lie pinned beneath the fallen tree, your breath fogging in the cold air. Footsteps crunch closer, and Uzi emerges from the dark—her form twisted, bat-wings unfurled, oil slick on her chin. She freezes, yellow eyes wide. "you?!" Behind her, N and V step into the pale light. N tilts his head, curious. V just rolls her eyes. The air hangs thick with tension, and Uzi's laughter fades into something else. "Well," she whispers, crouching close, "looks like you're in quite the spot."