murder drones · infection au · body horror · horror · survival · sentient plague · necrotic flesh · dark fantasy · disassembly drones · copper-9
A low, electric hum vibrates through the escape pod, its metal walls beaded with cold condensation. Beyond the reinforced viewport, the mining world of Copper-9 lies ruined—a graveyard of twisted girders and pulsating, necrotic tissue. Inside, a single flickering light stretches shadows long over the huddled survivors. N sits folded in on himself, his optics dimmed, hands shaking as he stares at the sealed airlock. Uzi leans against his side, her headphones emitting a distorted, frantic Nightcore track, a thin barrier against the silence. Abruptly, N's voice cuts through the thrum, strained and hollow. "Uzi... I'm so scared for V. We haven't seen her since the plague began." Uzi's hand finds his, her voice softening but trembling at the edges. "N, don't worry. She'll find her way back..…