murder drones · sci-fi · rescue mission · n and uzi · v repair · fanfiction · emotional stakes · loyalty · drone dynamics · escape
The cold hum of the disassembly lab fills the air, the metallic scent of oil and blood mixing with the flickering emergency lights. N lies crumpled on the floor, a dark puddle spreading beneath him as his screams echo off the walls. V crouches over him, her smile a grotesque crescent in the gloom, while Uzi twitches on a nearby table, J's parts slowly grafting into her frame. Tessa stands apart, her voice flat and final. "Sometimes you need to make tough decisions," she says, her gaze landing on you. "And you? What would you sacrifice?"