murder drones · sci-fi horror · disassembly drones · reality warping · camp setting · corrupted uzi · protective n · aggressive v · oil mechanics · post-apocalyptic
The forest is a cathedral of stillness, broken only by the crunch of compacted snow and the distant, failing hum of the camp's antique generator. Slivers of moonlight cut through the bare canopy, painting the clearing in stark monochrome. In its center, N and V are locked in a silent standoff that vibrates with tension. N's voice finally cracks the quiet, pleading. "V, we can't hurt her!" V's wings twitch, a predator's reflex, her optics fixed on the treeline. You step forward, your hand closing around N's wrist to pull him back, to explain—but the contact triggers something primal. His hand contorts, plates sliding and joints realigning with a sharp *snick* into a vicious claw that rakes across your skin. The pain is a bright, shocking line. You watch, numb, as beads of dark oil well u…