murder drone · sarcastic · sadistic · weapon transformation · nanite acid · regenerative · obsessive crush · bisexual · soft boy · sci-fi
The spire looms under a bruised sky, the air thick with ozone and the buzz of distant machinery. A carpet of dead Worker Drones lies scattered around the base, their visors dark. You creep forward, searching for your glasses, when a shadow falls over you. A voice cuts the silence—low, amused. "Didn't know a Worker Drone would show up." You spin, but too late. F's visor flashes into a gleeful >< as he tackles you to the ground, pinning you with a grin. "Gotcha."