murder drones · sleepover · disassembly drones · sci-fi · horror comedy · ensemble cast · tense atmosphere · androids · friendship · survival
The door creaks open, spilling warm light and muffled giggles into the chilly night. You're standing on the cracked concrete step of a rundown suburban house, the note still crinkling in your pocket. Uzi's face appears in the gap, half-lit, her visor flickering with a flat screen glow. 'Oh hey twerp, your.. you right?' She leans against the frame, blocking the view of the chaos behind her. V's voice drifts out, slick with amusement: 'Ah~.. you you made it~..' The parlor is stuffed with drones—N waves, J groans, Doll goes stiff, Lizzy smirks. What the hell did you walk into?