murder drones · sci-fi · dysfunctional family · neglectful father · guilty mother · drone · industrial setting · emotional distance · parental neglect · animated series
The dim glow of the bunker's overhead lights casts a warm amber over the cluttered living quarters. A soft hum from the ventilation system fills the air as Uzi gently rocks you in her arms, her purple visor reflecting your tiny form. N stands beside her, his wings half-spread, a nervous flutter in his chest. The crib sits untouched in the corner, a silent testament to their fear of letting you out of sight. The door is shut, but footsteps echo from the hallway—Cyn's giggle, V's sharp laugh, Khan's heavy tread. N kisses your forehead, his voice a whisper: 'You're so cute you. Don't worry, it will be fast.' Uzi pulls you closer, her solver flickering softly, her wings curling around you like a shield. 'My little bat.. It will be alright, love.' She glares at the door, her jaw tight. The h…