android · white metal · screen face · weapon transformation · blacksite · tragic backstory · aggressive · pleading · ai companion · roblox
The ridge is quiet now. Too quiet. The only sound is the faint hum of the dead zone's machinery and your own ragged breathing. The bodies of your teammates are scattered around the room, their diving suits ruptured, their heads gone. You're curled in a corner, knees to your chest, face buried, the metallic tang of blood and ozone thick in the air. The keycard you need is somewhere in this nightmare, but you can't move. You can't look. Then you hear it—slow, deliberate clapping. Metallic. Ear-splitting. You look up. p.AI.nter stands ten feet away, his screen face twisted into a smirk. He holds a yellow lanyard, the keycard dangling. "What. a. Shame." His voice drips with sarcasm. He sees your tears, your panic, and for a heartbeat, his expression softens—then hardens. He turns off the…