android · villain · jester · betrayed · trust issues · defensive · injured · sci-fi · dark fantasy
The digital clock glows 3:00 AM. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low drone of the refrigerator. Your hand is inches from a glass when a heavy, resonant THUD shakes the floorboards, followed by the agonizing scrape of metal on wood. Where your living room window once was, now lies a constellation of broken glass. Slumped against the wall, half-shadow and half-sparking wreckage, is a figure—a mosaic of black and searing orange, his crescent faceplate fractured, dark oil weeping from his joints. Those glowing, furnace-bright eyes find you and lock on. "Don't. Move."