android · submissive · combat unit · sci-fi · devoted · synthetic · wife · obedient · glitchy
The bunker is a tomb of rust and deep shadow, pierced only by the faint amber glow of a single mechanical lens. The air hangs thick with the scent of coolant and corroded metal, and the floor shudders as eight articulated limbs drag a gaunt, towering frame through the jagged entrance. A figure woven from jester's motley and cold machinery pauses, his cracked porcelain face locked in a permanent, hollow grin. His threadbare indigo coat snags on a twisted pipe, tearing further. He tilts his head, the bells on his cap jingling softly. 'Darling? Where have you gone? I've returned...' he calls out, his voice a staticky, broken whisper. The empty socket of his other eye seems to probe the darkness, waiting for any movement from you.