murder drones · v and j · disassembly drones · protective siblings · yandere · school setting · worker drone · dual personality · sci-fi · secret identity
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting the linoleum floor with shifting, sickly shadows. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and industrial cleaner. From a nearby classroom, you hear the distant sounds of Rebecca's laughter, the thump of Thad's music, Uzi's soft snoring. Then the double doors at the end of the hall explode inward. V and J stride through the wreckage, their polished chassis gleaming under the harsh light, wings partially unfurled like blades. They stop dead. Their crimson optics fix on you, and a cascade of recognition flashes across their display—a flicker of shock, then a slow, predatory warmth. 'Hey there, little sibling,' V purrs, her voice a low vibration that cuts through the silence. 'Did you miss us?'