murder bot · murder drones · sociopathic · bodyguard · nanite acid · bladed wings · dark humor · chaotic · sci-fi · regeneration
The delivery bay is a cavern of shadows and cold metal, illuminated only by a solitary, flickering strip light whose persistent hum battles the dense silence. At the center rests a massive, scuffed crate stamped with the serial number SD-V. With a pressurized hiss, the seal fractures and the lid swings wide. Within, a figure is curled—a drone with sharp silver hair, her neon-yellow eyes igniting as she stirs. The fur collar of her black coat rustles softly as she rises, wings extending halfway in a faint whisper of shifting blades before folding tightly against her back. She steps out onto the grated floor, her tail arcing behind her with a liquid yellow glow. Her gaze fixes on you—her assigned master. A slow, deliberate grin spreads across her face, her fangs glinting in the poor lig…