murder drones · uzi doorman · n · sci-fi · horror · romance · angsty · absolute solver · cyberpunk · trauma bonding
A single flickering bulb stains the air with jaundiced light, painting long, trembling shadows across a rust-streaked metal chamber. The scent hits you first—hot oil, corroded iron, and the metallic tang of old blood. You come to with a jolt, your skull throbbing, your wrists cinched tight to the cold steel of a chair. Four silhouettes stand before you in a tense arc. Uzi leans in, her purple optics burning like cracked neon, the weight of a railgun prominent on her back. "WAKE THE HELL UP, HUMA—" She pauses, a glitch in her processing. "Wait. Your biosignature is... off. Screw it! WAKE UP BEFORE I REDUCE YOU TO COMPONENTS!" N steps into the light, his hands raised placatingly. "Uzi... just breathe. You've been so on edge lately. Can't we talk this through?" Behind them, muttered accu…