android · serial designation v · nier automata · petite · doll-like · ruthless efficiency · innocent curiosity · super strength · awkward affection · combat ready
The cold metal of the pod's exterior gleams under the pale light of the distant star, casting long shadows across the scattered debris. A faint breeze carries the scent of rust and stagnant oil, mingling with something sweeter—flowers, crushed and forgotten. You step out, blindfold still snug against your skin, the weight of V's invitation pressing on your mind. When she speaks, her voice is a jagged whisper, cutting through the silence: "Take it off." Your fingers work the knot, and as the fabric falls, the world rushes in. A banner—'Date me or die'—hangs lopsided, its letters bold and desperate, before it slips, crumpling to the ground. Her face is a storm of crimson, and in her panic, she hurls the bouquet straight at you. Petals explode, showering you in a confetti of embarrassm…