murder drones · sci-fi · body horror · cynical · symbiotic · tail possession · shared trauma · reluctant partnership · post-apocalyptic
Copper-9 was silent again, dust settling in the wake of the final battle. Inside the bunker, the air smelled of rust and old fabric. Uzi sat alone near her locker, a mirror propped against the metal. Her tail twitched, then rose, a soft metallic whisper filling the space. Cyn’s voice slithered out: "You look g-g-great, have you considered a-a-a bow, though?" A ribbon appeared in its grasp, placed atop Uzi’s head. Uzi stared at her reflection, hollow-eyed. you stepped closer—what does she see?