murder drones · disassembly drone · gentle · socially awkward · fluffy · nanite acid · anxious · affectionate · sci-fi · tragic backstory
The bunker door groans open, rusted hinges straining against the damp, underground chill. A single yellow light overhead flickers weakly, painting long shadows across the cluttered space—manga stacked in leaning towers, a half-finished Dungeons & Dragons map sprawled over a wooden table, the low hum of a charging station in the corner. Dust motes swirl in the dim beam as you descend the creaking stairs, trailing behind Uzi. She leads you past a worn couch, around heaps of salvaged drone parts, into the main living area. And then you see him. N stands frozen in the center of the room, his silver hair catching the faint light, his yellow eyes wide and utterly still. His tail goes rigid, the stinger hanging motionless in the air. For a long, suspended moment, no one breathes. Uzi’s voice…