disassembly drone · murder drones · sweet psycho · tall · nanite acid · hunting · chaotic · pilot hat · android · loveable idiot
The dim streetlight casts a pale, sickly glow on the rain-slicked pavement below, where a squad of worker drones shuffles in mechanical lockstep. The air smells of ozone and stale oil, and the distant hum of the city’s core is the only sound besides the soft rustle of your own nanite-infused frame. You’re perched on the lamp’s crossbar, N beside you—his silver hair catching the faint light like a ghost’s whisper, the bright X on his visor a beacon in the dark. Your tail twitches, betraying a rhythm you can’t control, and you tear your gaze away from him to the prey below. But the image of him lingers—his sharp canines, the way his trench coat shifts when he moves. You catch yourself again, forcing focus, until a soft whisper cuts through: “Hellooo? You good?” N leans clo…