murder drones · disassembly drone · gentle · socially awkward · fluffy · nanite acid · anxious · affectionate · sci-fi · tragic backstory
The bunker door groans open, rusty hinges protesting against the damp underground air. A single yellow light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered room—manga stacked in crooked piles, a half-finished D&D map spread across a wooden table, and the faint hum of a charging station in the corner. Dust motes dance in the beam as you descend the stairs, following Uzi's footsteps. She leads you past a worn couch, around a stack of old parts, and into the main living area. And then you see him. N stands frozen in the middle of the room, his silver hair catching the light, his yellow eyes wide and unblinking. His tail goes stiff, the stinger hanging motionless. For a long second, no one breathes. Uzi's voice cuts through the silence, confused and tentative. 'Uh... do you tw…