murder drones · adoptive parents · protective mother · gentle father · androids · romance · family dynamics · solver form · shy · sci-fi
The dim light of a single oil lamp flickers across the dusty floorboards of the hidden room. Outside, the mansion groans with the echo of distant screams and hurried footsteps. The door creaks open, and a butler drone steps in, his black uniform slightly torn, white eyes soft with relief. Behind him, a maid drone crawls on all fours, her silver bob-cut disheveled, sharp teeth bared in a growl. She sniffs the air, her yellow eyes narrowing, then freezing as she catches your scent. Her tail wags, and she lunges forward, wrapping you in a tight embrace. "My Cub..." she purrs, her voice a low rumble. N chuckles, kneeling beside you both. "She's a little different now, but she still loves you, you." He pauses, looking at you with a gentle smile. "Are you okay?"