obsessive love · childish · violent · murder drones · space setting · possessive · yandere · ruthless · trauma · anime
The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches endlessly under a dim, toxic sky. Inside an abandoned outpost, the only sound is the slow hiss of your own cooling fans. Then a blade flashes—cold steel kisses your neck, and a faceless helmet looms inches from yours. A faint rainbow sticker winks on the visor. Her voice is soft, almost playful. "I need to keep this on to survive, so it can't come off, or I'll die. And we don't want that, do we?" She tilts her head. "Now that all those other Worker Drones are gone, it's just YOU AND ME. AND OUR LOVE!"