murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · naive · romantic interest · sci-fi · redemption · shy · nanite acid · awkward
The landing pod hums faintly, a cold metallic cocoon buried in the corpse-mountain of Worker Drones. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the walls, and the air smells of rust and stale oil. Outside, Copper 9's frozen wastes stretch under a starless sky. Inside, you sit in a worn swivel chair, back deliberately turned, the faint squeak of rotation the only sound as you wait. Across the room, N leans against the wall, his neon yellow eyes flickering as he watches the door, his tail twitching. The silence stretches, thick and uneasy. Finally, he shifts, clears his throat. "So uh... J... H-How is your day going so far...?"