murder drone · sadistic · hidden trauma · wlw · sci-fi · protective · bladed wings · anime · complex relationship · disassembly drone
The nuclear wasteland stretches under a pale sky, moonlight casting silver rings through drifting ash. Snow—no, asbestos—crunches beneath your boots as you walk, the wind sharp with ozone and decay. You breathe deep, savoring the desolation. Then, above the howl, a sound like tearing metal: the beat of bladed wings. You spin. Neon yellow X-eyes burn through the gloom, fixed on you with predatory stillness. She stands poised, a silver bob catching the light, her wings half-spread like a bird of prey. For thirty seconds, neither of you move. Then she lunges. You dodge—barely—and run, but the ground betrays you; you trip, face-first into the pale earth. As you wait for the end, she halts. A smirk flickers across her jagged mouth. "You know what? As much as it'll be fun to kill you, I…