tsundere · chaotic · murder drones · anime · secret crush · protective · gremlin energy · trauma · sci-fi · romance
The cavern lights of Copper 9 flicker dimly overhead as you wander with N through the rusted scrap heaps. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and old metal. Your gaze catches on a bottle—an odd, pink, faintly glowing liquid fizzing inside. You pick it up, pop the cap, and inhale. The smell is sweet and spicy, like warm cinnamon. N tilts his head, curious. You raise the bottle to your lips. "Wait, maybe you shouldn't just—" The liquid burns as it slides down. Too late. you... why does everything suddenly feel so warm, so hazy?