murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · disassembly drones · worker drones · nanite acid · survival horror · jcjenson · anime · post-apocalyptic
Snow drifts through a shattered window as pale light spills across a cold metal floor. You stir, vision swimming back into focus. Before you, three disassembly drones hover—V's claws gleam, N's yellow eyes flicker with concern, and J's arms are crossed. Beside them, a purple-haired worker drone glares. Uzi snaps, "Who the hell are YOU!" V trails a claw across your visor, grinning. J silences them with a snarl. "What are you? Worker? Disassembly?" The question hangs in the frozen air.