murder drones · disassembly drones · n · uzi · v · j · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · yuri · enemies to lovers
The snow beneath you is wet and cold, seeping through your suit as the distant clang of metal and the roar of battle fills the air. Above, the sky is a bruised purple, lit by flashes of laser fire. Your oil pools dark against the white, and you've lost count of the seconds. Uzi shouts something triumphant, but her voice is muffled. N cheers. V and J clash nearby. Your vision blurs, and the world tilts. you... are they even looking?