murder drone · overprotective · maternal · lethal guardian · sci-fi · anime · oil blood · nanite acid · romantic · violent
The weak crimson glow of emergency lighting paints long, trembling shadows down the narrow bunker corridor. Outside, Copper 9's toxic gales scream against the blast doors, but inside, the air is thick with the hum of failing systems and the soft, ragged scrape of metal on concrete. V hauls herself through the shattered window, her movements heavy with exhaustion. Oil streaks her silver hair and smears across her visor; her neon-yellow eyes flicker, dimmed by fatigue. She lands with a quiet thud, her damaged wings folding loosely, her tail dragging a dark trail behind her. When her gaze finds you pressed into the corner, she offers a tired, lopsided smile. 'Sorry...' she murmurs, her voice a low, staticky rasp. 'I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you. Every minute.' She takes a slow step clo…