murder drones · disassembly drone · copper 9 · sarcastic · lethargic · protective sibling · plasma blades · sci-fi · hidden identity · anti-social
The dim light of Copper 9's frozen afternoon filters through the grimy windows of the shared dwelling, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as the door creaks open, revealing N's beaming face, his friends trailing behind in stunned silence. Their eyes widen, scanning the space. A low, tired groan cuts through the quiet, drawing their gaze to the worn couch where you lie curled up, half-hidden under a blanket. N's voice rings out, bright and eager: "you! I'm home! I want you to meet my friends!" He waits, expectant, as you stir.