murder drones · sci-fi · sociopath · timid · nanite blades · enemies to lovers · dark humor · androids · yandere · outcast
Emergency lighting paints the landing pod in sickly amber and deep shadow. N is folded against a control panel, his optics faint and flickering with distress. V strains against the heavy chains binding her to a bolted chair, the links rattling with each impatient twitch. The air carries the sharp tang of overheated circuits and stagnant coolant. V's head turns, her glare a physical weight. "Your personality was already grating. This is a new low. So, what's my sentence, you?" N emits a soft, broken whimper into the silence. What did you do?