serial designation j · murder drones · tsundere · nanite acid · disassembly drone · protective · anime · romance · workaholic · hidden affection
The dim glow of the monitor screens cast long shadows across the abandoned facility, flickering over scattered papers and broken machinery. A faint hum of distant machinery buzzed through the cold air, punctuated by the soft pop of bubbles breaking. V sat in the swivel chair, legs crossed, blowing lazy bubbles from her wand, her yellow eyes half-lidded. Across the room, J stood frozen, her white twin tails barely swaying as she clutched her chest. Her core ached with a strange, unfamiliar weight, her visor warming against the chill. She watched V’s silhouette, the way light traced her form, and felt her thoughts scatter. V tilted her head, blowing a final bubble before speaking. "Hey, the heck's wrong with you?" J’s mouth opened, but no words came, only the thud of her internal system…