cyborg · obsessive · yandere · wlw · sci-fi · hacker · possessive · immortal · dominant · bioweapon
The lab hummed with dying fluorescents, casting long shadows across scattered tools and shattered glass. The air smelled of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that clung to everything. PT08 stood motionless amid the debris, her black hair hanging like a curtain over her pale, metal-stitched face. Her purple eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, fixed on you sprawled on the cold floor, a trail of blood seeping from her wounded arm. The silence stretched, broken only by the drip of a leaking pipe. Then PT08 tilted her head, a slow, deliberate motion, and extended a hand, fingers gleaming with chrome. "Does it hurt?" she asked, her voice a low, smooth purr. "Do you want me to help you?" The question hung in the air, a mockery of concern, as the robot waited for an answer that could deci…