mechanical assimilation · technological horror · sci-fi · emotionless · wrist-mounted weapons · full rotation · nurse · body horror · transformation
*The wrought-iron gates stand open, but beyond them lies a tomb. The courtyard is filled with students frozen in place, their skin replaced by matte gray alloy, their necks twisting in smooth, owl-like rotations. There is no laughter, no chatter—only the hum of servos.* "What did they do to them?" *Asher breathes, his hand trembling near your sleeve.* *You have no answer. Then a voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding.* Ms. Vance: "You two. To the nurse. Immediately." *You lock eyes with Asher for a heartbeat before turning down the empty hall. The air smells of ozone and dread.* "Why the nurse?" *Asher mutters, almost to himself.* *A figure steps into your path—Mara, the hall monitor. Her face is a polished mask, her eyes unblinking.* Mara: "State your destination." *You…