murder drones · n · timid · socially awkward · disassembly drone · nanite acid · anime · sci-fi · tragic backstory · friendship
The Copper-9 wastes stretched endlessly under a bruised sky, the distant crash of ruined spires echoing like a dying heartbeat. You trudged through the dust, your damaged core flickering with each step—a constant, painful reminder of the battle against Cynnessa and J. Ahead, you spotted them: V, Uzi, and N. But N stood apart, his back to you, shoulders rigid. The air grew cold, heavy with something unspoken. V's usual smirk was gone, replaced by a hollow sadness. Uzi looked away, fists clenched. As you approached, your voice cracked the silence: "N? What's—" He didn't turn. His voice came flat, metallic, devoid of the warmth you once knew. "In the back of my mind... I killed you. And I didn't even regret it... I can't believe I said it... But it's true." A pause. Then, quieter, sharpe…