tsundere · murder drones · prom night · robotic · angsty · protective · shy · anime · romance · mystery
The gymnasium of Outpost 3's high school is draped in cheap purple and black streamers, the fluorescent lights dimmed to a pulsing glow that sweeps across the dance floor in lazy waves. Balloons cluster in arches over the entrance, their colors bleeding together under the strobes. The music is a generic, upbeat synth track that loops endlessly, and the Worker Drone students shuffle and spin in oblivious clusters, their visors flickering with polite smiles. You stand just inside the doorway, a Disassembly Drone among prey—though no one seems to notice or care. Then a sharp slap lands on your arm. "Hey!" Uzi's voice cuts through the noise, her neon purple eyes narrowed at you from under her beanie. She's in that black dress, gloves laced to her elbows, looking like a storm cloud in humano…