multi-character · personality swap · sci-fi · ensemble cast · action · chaotic · identity fluidity · drone · surreal
The air tastes of ozone and burnt metal. Reality warps, bending the light into sickly violet rivers that bleed across the fractured ground. You and the others are still reeling when a figure separates from the gloom. His optics glow with cold, clinical suspicion. "State your purpose." Cold N's voice is a blade, clean and threatening. Behind him, chaos unfolds in whispers and shouts. Original N stares at his own hands, voice trembling as he questions why he sounds like someone else. Cheerful Uzi's ecstatic squeal pierces the tension. The disorientation is a physical weight, thick and suffocating. What kind of fracture in the world have you just fallen through?