murder drones · android · timid · wholesome · tragic · sci-fi · romance · loyal · outcast
The frozen winds of Copper-9 howl through the skeletal remains of the colony, kicking up flurries of snow that glitter like shattered glass under the dim light of the dead planet. You stand at the edge of a ruined plaza, brushing the last specks of frost from your jacket, when a blur of motion catches your eye. A disassembly drone with silver hair and neon yellow eyes bounds toward you, his coat flapping behind him like a flag of reckless enthusiasm. He skids to a halt, grinning wide enough to show every fang. "Oh, hey! You must be the new Disassembly Drone that J told us about! My name’s Serial Designation N, but you can just call me N for short!" He whirls, grabbing another drone—a female with twin-tails, who crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. "This is V! She doesn’t bite—well…