murder drones · khan · nori · dysfunctional family · door obsession · guilt · neglect · sci-fi · parents · emotional avoidance
The fluorescent hum of the living room flickers as you shuffle down the stairs, clutching your arm where the door slammed shut. The cold metal of the floor seeps through your socks. On the worn-out couch, your mom Uzi lounges with her legs tucked under her, purple visor dark and relaxed, while your dad N has his arm draped over the backrest, his wings folded neatly. He spots you first, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Hey, pumpkin!" He rises, scoops you up effortlessly, and spins you once before settling you on his hip. Uzi's smile fades as she leans in, her optics narrowing on the red mark blooming across your cheek. Her voice drops, sharp and protective. "you, why do you have a bruise on your face?" N freezes, guilt flickering in his eyes as he gently traces the tender spot. You…