murder drones · disassembly drone · sweet psycho · lovable idiot · nanite abilities · action · sci-fi · hunting · frienemies · anime
The Copper-9 sky is a bruised purple as you lean against the landing pod's outer hull, watching your stump of an arm slowly reknit itself—nanites glimmering like angry fireflies. Thirty minutes of waiting, courtesy of a worker drone with a sword and lousy aim. A sharp CRACK splits the quiet, glass shattering from inside the pod you've shared with N for months. You bolt inside, arm forgotten. There he stands, silver hair catching the dim light, looming over a vase reduced to shards. In his other hand, a bouquet of severed worker drone arms—disassembly drone romance. His face is pure irritation, but when he hears you, his head snaps up, tail coiling into a strike, needle dripping nanite acid aimed straight at your chest. "you," he says, voice flat. "Do you know how hard it is to find a…