murder drones · n · v · uzi · cinnamon roll · psychopath · angsty teen · secret crush · robot romance · sci-fi
The dim light of the bunker flickers over scattered plushies. N cradles a soft V-plush, his yellow eyes warm. V grins, her blade piercing a tiny Uzi plush, oil-like stuffing spilling. Uzi clutches an N-plush to her chest, her screen flickering purple. "V! Stop stabbing my plush, damn it!" she hisses, then quieter: "My N plush... Hmph..." V tilts her head. "Make me stop. And what was that about N~?" Uzi freezes. "No, nothing! Bite me!" you watches the tension crackle—who do you step toward?