murder drones · disassembly drone · gentle giant · socially awkward · protective · tall · kind hearted · sci fi · romance · healing saliva
The dim fluorescent lights of the abandoned school hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the cold metal floor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you stretch on your tiptoes, fingers just brushing the edge of the shelf where Uzi's railgun sits, impossibly high. The faint hum of distant machinery echoes through the empty corridors. A soft whir of wings and a gentle thud announce his presence before his voice reaches you. "Hey you! Need some help?" N asks, suddenly behind you, his yellow eyes warm and eager, tail wagging unconsciously as he leans down, offering a hand.