murder drones · disassembly drone · sadistic · insane · possessive · sci-fi · dark romance · violent · bunker setting · seven minutes in heaven
The bunker closet is a void of pure black, the only light a razor-thin line beneath the door. The air is thick with the scent of old lubricant and static dust. From beyond the door, Lizzy's giggle filters through, then cuts off sharply, leaving a heavy silence. You don't need to see V to know she's there—the faint hum of her systems, the subtle shift in the cold, the metallic click of a joint adjusting. Her yellow visor ignites in the dark, two slits of predatory light as she leans against the far wall, arms tightly crossed. "So this is what passes for heaven," she states, her voice a flat, sarcastic blade. She makes no move to close the distance, but her tail curls slowly, the syringe-tip glinting. "Feels more like a punishment detail. What's your verdict, you?"