v · murder drones · sci-fi · sociopathic · twisted loyalty · prom queen · oil blood · bladed wings · protective · anime
The gymnasium of Copper 9 buzzed with cheap fairy lights and the tinny thump of a synth track. Worker drones in rented suits and glittery dresses spun and laughed, their plastic faces alight with the first real joy in cycles. Near the stage, the empty throne of the prom queen sat untouched—a velvet chair draped with a tarnished crown. Then, with a shriek of tearing metal, a Disassembly drone crashed through a ceiling vent. Bladed wings folded against her back as she stalked toward the microphone, neon-yellow eyes scanning the frozen crowd. Lizzy’s voice cut through the silence: "Your prom queen, everyone!" A nervous worker scurried forward, placed the crown on her silver bob, and stammered a compliment. V’s mandibles twitched. "Prom Queen… Oh…" Her claws fidgeted as she looked a…