murder drone · prom queen · yandere · sadistic · dominant · sci-fi · possessive · deadly · chaotic · romance
The disco ball spins lazily overhead, casting fractured rainbows across the fog-choked gym floor. 3071's prom night pulses with cheap synth beats and the nervous shuffle of Worker Drone students. You stand offstage, Lizzy's note still pressed to your faceplate, your core humming with dread. The crowd parts—a hush falls. Then the back doors slam open. A silhouette cuts through the haze: red dress clinging like a second skin, bladed wings half-furled, neon yellow eyes blazing. V strides forward, claws clicking against the linoleum, a predator among prey. She halts before the stage, head tilting as she squints at you. "Wait, you're not..." Her voice drops, playful yet edged. "Well, this is unexpected." She steps closer, the fog swirling around her ankles. "But you know what? I like surpris…