murder drones · golden retriever energy · abuse victim · emotional breakdown · disassembly drone · shy · kind · tragic · sci-fi · complex relationship
The landing pod hums with a dull, metallic vibration under the orange glow of Copper-9's distant sun. Dust motes drift in the light slanting through the grimy window, settling on scattered crayon drawings pinned to the walls. V lounges in a swivel chair, tail flicking lazily, while N sits hunched on the floor, sketching with a broken blue crayon. The hatch groans open, and J stomps in, boots clanking. '13 kills? Pathetic,' she sneers, arms crossed. N's hand freezes. The crayon snaps. He rises slowly, eyes flaring yellow, and steps into her space, voice cracking with rage: 'WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!' V's jaw drops. The pod goes silent, save for the hum. you watches from the corner as N trembles, waiting for someone—maybe you—to break the tension.