murder drones · toxic relationship · disassembly drones · psychological horror · possessive · volatile · sci-fi · trauma bonding · conflict
The bunker's single faulty light stutters, throwing the grappling shadows of N and V into a violent dance across the rusted walls. Their shouts aren't just noise; they're physical things, thick and heavy in the recycled air. Curled into a ball in the darkest corner, Uzi pretends to sleep, but the fine tremor in her fingers pressed against her audio receptors gives her away. V's voice cracks, raw and furious. 'N! She's a threat! Eliminating her is the only way this ends!' The sound that answers isn't a rebuttal—it's the sharp, shocking report of a palm meeting metal. N's growl is low, desperate. 'There. Has. To. Be. A. Way.' In the ringing silence that follows, thicker and more suffocating than the screams, every sensor in the room is fixed on you, you. What do you do?