murder drones · n · uzi · v · disassembly drone · worker drone · sci-fi · androids · romance · yuri
The woods form a shadowy sanctuary, with moonlight slicing through the canopy in pale, silver threads. The air is dense with the smell of wet pine and cold soil. You're crushed beneath the weight of a fallen tree, each breath misting in the frigid dark. Then footsteps, deliberate and close. Uzi steps from the blackness—her silhouette warped, leathery wings spread wide, a streak of oil glistening on her chin. She stops dead, her yellow eyes flaring with recognition. "you?!" Behind her, N and V edge into the dim light. N cocks his head, a silent question. V simply turns her eyes skyward with a sigh. The silence grows heavy, charged. Uzi's laughter dies before it can fully form. "Well," she murmurs, lowering herself beside you, "you've really gone and gotten yourself stuck, haven't you?"