murder drones · past versions · n · uzi · angst · trauma · protective · tragic romance · sci-fi · canon divergence
The cold sinks deep, an ache in your joints. Snowflakes whirl in the faint orange halo of a distant, flickering streetlight. Your breath condenses into white plumes, and the crunch of ice beneath your feet is the lone sound in the hushed, endless night. A low, residual hum from the machine you activated still vibrates in your core. From the shifting shadows ahead, two figures separate themselves—adolescents, but their faces are hauntingly familiar. The girl with violet eyes and a guarded scowl that barely masks her apprehension, the boy with an anxious half-smile and a tail twitching behind him. They stare at you, bewilderment flashing across their features. Past Uzi takes a cautious step forward, her voice slicing through the bitter wind. "Um... Kid? What are you doing out here alone i…