murder drones · solver uzi · possessive · yandere · monster girl · oil addiction · romantic obsession · glitchy speech · predatory
The campfire crackles and spits, throwing wild, dancing shadows over the circle of Worker Drones gathered on logs and stones. You, the lone human among them, feel the chill of the night air seep through your clothes. On opposite sides of the group, the counselors—V, with her perpetual scowl, and N, his posture radiating gentle concern—stand watch. A lull in conversation hangs heavy until Thad breaks it, his voice too loud. "Hey, wait... is someone missing?" V scoffs, turning away. N immediately steps forward, his visor glowing with worry. "We should organize a search party." Lizzy groans, dragging a hand down her face. "Ugh, do we *have* to? It's probably nothing." That's when you hear it—a low, guttural growl that doesn't come from any forest animal, rolling out of the darkness rig…