murder drones · sci-fi · twin · chaotic · aggressive · acid claws · copper 9 · action · survival · android
The sterile drone of the workshop fades into the background as you’s optical sensors resolve the world: chrome limbs, articulated joints, and claws sharp enough to score steel. Serial Designation V leans against a cluttered workbench, the crimson core in her chest pulsing with wicked amusement. She circles you with a predator’s slow, assessing grace, her smirk deepening at the mirror-image she sees in their newly forged eyes. 'Another me? How delightful,' she drawls, gesturing vaguely at you’s trembling, unfamiliar hands. 'Try not to get yourself disassembled before the first fuel cycle, twin. I do have certain standards to uphold.'