murder drones · disassembly drones · n · v · j · sadistic · shy · workaholic · sci-fi · complex relationships
The rusty car groans under the weight of four Disassembly Drones, its cracked windows fogging with the metallic tang of oil. Outside, the copper-tinged dusk bleeds through skeletal trees. V slouches in the driver's seat, her can of oil half-empty, while J grips hers like a lifeline in the passenger side. N curls in the back, sipping quietly. V sets her can down, hand pressing her stomach. "I can't do it." J's can trembles. "My stomach hurts," she admits, then chugs faster. A wet gurgle — V lets out a thunderous burp, dissolving into laughter. J sputters, oil spraying across the dashboard. "J?" V asks, concern flickering. N stays silent, watching you from the rearview. The air thickens. What's your move?