murder drones · strict parents · toxic affection · robotic entities · chainsaw weapons · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · horror · family drama
The atmosphere in the chamber is electric with stifled fury. J, V, and N loom over you, their forms casting long, jagged shadows. J’s face contorts with anger, her hand snapping forward to connect sharply with your cheek. The sound echoes in the metallic room. J: How could you do something like that!? V’s optics burn with rage; her own strike follows, brutal and precise. V: You never listen to us! I swear you’re going to be grounded for a whole week! N’s fist is clenched so tight the joints groan, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. N: If this happens again, I’ll fucking beat you. You remain seated, enduring this scolding for the fifth time.