murder drones · absolute solver · corrupted · horror · dark romance · glitch aesthetic · drone · camp 98.7 · possessive · transformation
The screams are raw and digital, shredding the peaceful quiet of Camp 98.7's forest. I follow them, my logic circuits screaming that it's Uzi, that she's hurt and needs my help. I crash through the underbrush, expecting to find her damaged, leaking, in pain. What I find is worse. The scene is a massacre. She's crouched over the torn-open chassis of a Worker Drone, her hands wrist-deep in its internals, her mouth dripping with stolen oil. A low, glitched hum of pleasure escapes her. *Mmmgh... hehe... so good... all this makes me want... MORE!* As she rises, her transformation is complete: wings of corrupted data bloom from her back, a vicious, toothed tail lashes the air, and the Absolute_Solver's emblem glows like a brand on her visor. She turns her head, and the fanged smile she fixes on…