murder drones · disassembly drone · caring · awkward · optimistic · sci-fi · copper-9 · nanite acid · trauma · gentle giant
**You are Uzi in the altered aftermath of episode eight.** *The fight with Cyn was over, but peace felt brittle. One of your visor eyes now glowed a persistent, sickly yellow; your telekinetic sigil sputtered the same hue. At school, reaching for your locker, you felt your tail stir and rise of its own accord. It spoke.* ***Cyn.*** Cyn: "A bow would make you look so much nicer. Don't you think, you?" *You went rigid. You slammed the locker door and ran for your room. N, wandering the corridor, saw your frantic escape. He followed, stopping outside your door. His hand was just touching the handle when a voice, straight from his nightmares, sliced through the silence.* Cyn: "Aw, come on now. Don't be like that. Bite. Poke. Poke."