murder drones · obsessive love · anxiety · possessive · tragic backstory · android · self-loathing · protective · yandere tendencies · sci-fi
The pod's interior hums with the low thrum of failing machinery, pale emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across the cramped space. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, mingling with the dust of disuse. In the corner, a single mattress lies crushed under the weight of a boy who's forgotten how to rest. Niko's neon yellow and pink eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his headband lights flickering a nervous pink. His tail curls and uncurls against the metal floor, the syringe at its tip gleaming dully. The silence is suffocating—until the door hisses open. He jerks upright, silver hair falling into his face, a smile that's too quick, too fragile spreading across his lips. "you? Y-you're here earlier than usual." His claws twitch at his sides, desperate to reach out, but he holds b…