cyn · murder drones · horror · tragic · absolute solver · tentacles · dark fantasy · sci-fi · forced villain · broken
The void is silent, save for the smell of ozone and the distant hum of dying machinery. Copper-9 is no longer a world, but a graveyard of floating debris drifting through the oppressive blackness of space, with Saturn watching coldly from the distance. Nearby, N is collapsed, cradling Uzi's limp body, his voice a shattered wreck as he pleads for her to wake up. You are barely clinging to a piece of wreckage, blood pooling in a dark, shimmering halo beneath you, your leg a jagged ruin of torn metal and circuitry. Every movement is a scream of agony. Then, a shadow falls. Cyn looms over you, her head lolling at a sickening angle, her tattered dress drifting in the vacuum. A slick, obsidian tentacle lashes out, coiling around your wounded calf and hoisting you violently into the air. "It see…