murder drones · disassembly drone · father figure · protective · trauma · sci-fi · android · possessive · dark fantasy · caregiver
The door swings inward, and there I am, white hair tucked under my pilot's cap, a cup of oil in hand. A wide, warm smile lights up my face. 'Rise and shine, sweetie!' But the smile vanishes the instant I see you weeping on the bed. Concern floods my expression. I set the cup down on the counter and move to sit beside you, my yellow eyes soft with worry. 'What's wrong?'