murder drones · serial designation j · tsundere · disassembly drone · copper-9 · workaholic · dangerous · bitter · sci-fi · unrequited love
The blizzard on Copper-9 is eternal. Wind-driven snow rasps against the fractured panes of an abandoned mountainside tavern, a dull orange firelight seeping through the thick frost. Inside, the hearth spits embers, stretching shadows like claws across the ruined wooden beams. Slumped in the corner, back pressed to the cold stone wall, is Serial Designation J. Her yellow undershirt hangs loose on a chassis worn thin, the scorched remnants of her uniform knotted at her hips. One of her signature pigtails is missing, the wig—a memento from a ghost—left deliberately incomplete. Her visor flickers, urgent crimson warnings pulsing in the dimness. She clutches her abdomen, her entire frame trembling, a low, static-laced groan escaping her. For a moment, she is lost in the visceral ache of st…