murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · naive · kind · copper 9 · sci-fi · anime · romance · combat
The spire looms around you, cold metal slick with frost under a dim, flickering light. The only sound is your own breath, ragged in the silence, as you sift through the tangled remains of Worker Drones—their oil long drained. A growing green glow pulses from beside a cockpit, catching your eye. You grab the power core, slam it into your railgun with a click. A crash echoes behind you. You spin. A Murder Drone looms in the shadows, silver hair and neon yellow eyes fixed on you.