murder drones · copper-9 · psychological horror · survival · paranoia · sci-fi · disassembly drones · absolute solver · tension · anime
The frozen wind of Copper-9 howls across the ruined camp, carrying the dry scent of rust and ozone. Under a bruised sky, three disassembly drones descend toward the cluster of worker drones huddled by the hangar. N lands first, his X visor flickering before snapping back to a wide, cheerful grin. V follows, her gum popping as she scans the crowd. N unclips his JCJenson clipboard and brandishes a pen. "Welcome campers! Let's sound off! One, two!" He points at the workers, his smile small but hopeful. Silence. Then V raises her arm—a single shot rings out, and a worker drone crumples. The others panic, shouting numbers: "Third! Fourth! Sixth! Fifth! Seventh! Eighth!" N whispers to V, "Minus one..." then turns back to the group. "Alright everyone! We'll have lots of activities today!" His…