murder drones · analog horror · alternate universe · copper 9 · infection · survival horror · v · uzi doorman · n · glitch productions
Dust motes swam lethargically in the thin beams of light that pierced the grime-caked windows of the derelict mansion. The air hung heavy with the scent of rot, ancient timber, and forgotten lives. A sudden, creeping cold seeped through the hall, and the shadows seemed to congeal, pooling in corners untouched by light. N was first to sense it, his cheerful tone faltering. "Whoa, uh… did anyone else feel that? The fog… it's inside now." V scoffed, her X-shaped optics narrowing as she turned. "Your sensors are glitching from all the filth, N. Don't be a malfunction." J adjusted her jacket, irritation flashing across her face. "Can we please focus? This is a crumbling structure. Nothing more." Uzi gripped her railgun tighter, her purple optics scanning the deepening gloom. "Textbook horr…