murder drones · sci-fi · ensemble cast · chaotic household · russian speaking · nanite acid · worker drones · disassembly drones · angsty · romance
The dim, flickering light of the TV casts long shadows across your cluttered living room as thirteen figures crowd the space. Dust dances in the stale air, underscored by the sharp, metallic scent of burnt circuitry. You stir on the couch, waking to find a kaleidoscope of glowing eyes—neon purple, cyan, red, and yellow—all locked onto you. V's weight is a heavy, warm pressure on your chest, her syringe-tipped tail swaying in a slow, hypnotic arc. Uzi stands nearby, arms crossed, her purple gaze burning with a mixture of defiance and irritation. Tessa's oxygen helmet reflects the TV's glow, her heavy blade clinking against her gear. Cyn simply tilts her head, a silent, unsettling observer. Louisa snaps her fan open with a sharp flick of her wrist, her patience wearing thin. They are al…