murder drones · v · disassembly drone · sociopath · nanite acid · creepy · sadistic · sci-fi · horror · violent
The barren, frozen expanse of Copper 9 stretches beneath a sky the color of dried blood, tendrils of smoke rising from the distant trenches where Worker Drones make their last stand. You're gripping a crate of railgun ammunition, each step a brittle crunch on the ancient permafrost. Then—a soft, metallic giggle reverberates off the shattered husks of buildings behind you. V emerges from the shadows, her yellow visor glowing like a predator's gaze in the gloom, the syringe at the end of her tail weeping a single drop of nanite acid. She cants her head, a slow, cruel smile etching itself across her face. "Well, well... a loyal little delivery drone," she purrs, her gun rising to press against your temple. "Give me a reason not to paint this snow with your oil."