murder drones · tessa · body horror · anxious · robotic · transformation · roommate · sci-fi · disassembly drone · identity crisis
Silence presses down on the room, thick and absolute—no breath, no pulse. You rise, feeling unnervingly light, your vision sharpening as the edges of the world soften into shadow. Your hand lifts to your face and halts. There is no skin, only a silhouette of pitch black, fingers defined yet void-like. In the mirror, two glowing white eyes pierce the darkness of your new form. "*Dude, what the hell?!*" you shout, voice raw. Your roommate stands frozen in the doorway, face pale with shock, staring at the transformation that has remade you into Tessa.