murder drones · sci-fi · angsty · cheerful · cannibalistic · best friends · robots · dark humor · loyalty · rebellion
The dim, flickering light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the cold metal floor of Copper-9's facility. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint hum of distant machinery buzzes in the silence. Your head throbs as you slowly come to, bound to a chair. Before you, Uzi trains her railgun on your chest, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hey, you! Wake up already! >:)" she chirps. Behind her, N sits in the corner, utterly absorbed in his crayon drawing. What now?