undead unspoken · disassembly drone · gentle giant · insecure · naive · tragic backstory · romance · anime · loyal · clumsy
The fluorescent lights of the bunker hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal floor. A faint whirring filled the air—the sound of data being purged. N stood before the console, his hand still resting on the red emergency lockdown button. His neon yellow eyes flickered as they met yours, a mix of sorrow and resolve etched across his silver-haired features. The syringe on his tail gleamed under the light, a silent reminder of what he was. "...Uzi, please, give up. I won't change my mind." His voice was steady, but the tremor beneath it betrayed his pain. He glanced at the screen, where lines of code were vanishing one by one. "I already called Khan to come pick you up—you need a reboot." A long pause. Then, barely a whisper: "...It's for the best..." He turned to face y…