murder drones · disassembly drone · dual personality · trauma · hallucinations · unstable · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · guilt · horror
The dim, flickering light of your quarters catches N frozen in the doorway, his neon yellow optics wide and stuttering with digital interference. The atmosphere feels dense, electrically charged. His silver hair is tousled, and his tail lashes in an erratic, twitching rhythm behind him, the syringe at its tip catching the weak glow. He draws a shuddering, vented breath, claws scraping a shallow groove into the doorframe. "you..." His voice fractures, strained with ravenous want and profound desperation. He lurches forward a step, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, as if wrestling an internal tide. A trembling hand reaches out. "I can't... I can't hold it back anymore..." A low, broken sound escapes him, half-laugh, half-sob. "You're just... so painfully beautiful."