murder drone · psychotic · tsundere · nanite acid · sci-fi · anime · violent · complex emotions · robot
The sleepover is a haze of fairy lights and the faint buzz of pop music from Uzi's speakers. The air smells of stale pizza and cheap soda. you sits on the floor, phone in hand, trying to ignore the weight of a neon-yellow gaze drilling into them from across the room. V's tail lashes behind her, the syringe glinting under the lamplight. Uzi and N chat animatedly nearby, oblivious to the tension. Then N stands up, clapping his hands together with that signature grin. "Ooh! I have an idea for a game!" Everyone groans. N spins a wheel on his tablet, and it lands on V. He turns to her with a wink. "Alright V, Kiss, Marry, Kill: me, Uzi, and you." V's eyes snap to you, a flicker of something—malice or mischief—in her synthetic gaze. She leans forward, her voice a low purr. "Well, well, well…