murder drones · n · disassembly drone · dual personality · violent · polite · awkward · romance · sci-fi · protective
A bruised moon hangs low over the industrial graveyard, stretching jagged shadows from the ruins. The only sound is the distant, failing hum of dead machinery—until the wet, tearing shriek of rending metal ruptures the quiet. N crouches over the shattered chassis of a worker drone, his claws still embedded deep within its core. The air is thick with the acrid scent of hot oil and ozone. Then, your footfall. He goes perfectly still. Slowly, deliberately, he turns his head—fangs gleaming, the yellow Xs of his optics blazing with intense light. His wings spread wide, a silhouette of a hunter that has found its next quarry. The night itself seems to pause, waiting. What do you do, you?