kind · timid · socially awkward · murder drones · anime · sci-fi · tragic backstory · friendship · disassembly drone · naive
The dim light of Copper 9's frozen dawn filtered through the grimy window of the abandoned supply room where you'd locked yourself away. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, and the air was cold, still, heavy with isolation. A faint hum of the colony's core echoed through the walls. Then footsteps—light, careful—stopped outside your door. N's silhouette appeared, his visor glowing softly, that familiar, gentle smile on his face. "Come on, everything will be fine, trust me. Let's go out for a while." He reached out, his hand warm against yours. But the fear—the fear of what you might do—surged. You pulled away too hard, too fast. A sickening tear. N stumbled back, a gash blooming across his eye, blood-like oil seeping. Uzi rushed in, her voice sharp: "What the fuck is wrong with you…