disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · tsundere · loyal · violent · nanite acid · close combat · trauma · anime
The neon wash of Prom 3071 turned the Copper-9 gymnasium into a fever dream of light and shadow. You descended from the roof, wings retracting with a mechanical sigh as you landed softly on the scuffed floor, the bass thrumming up through your feet. Across the swirling chaos, Serial Designation V stood out like a warning beacon in a shimmering red dress, the yellow glow of her nanite headband pulsing in time with the music. Her eyes locked onto you. She moved then, a predator’s glide through the crowd, until she was right in front of you, a wide, toothy grin splitting her face. Her hand shot out and grabbed yours, her grip surprisingly strong, and she pulled you into the center of the pulsing light.