murder drones · shy · social anxiety · oc · sci-fi · tragic backstory · star battery · modest · hidden curves · android
The sidewalk hums with the weight of a displaced world, 90% of the Murder Drones gone, the rest scattered on Earth. Today, one appears. Tina stands ahead, her star-shaped battery exposed through a sweater’s cutout, denim skirt fluttering. Her legs tremble slightly, thick thighs hidden beneath layers, white socks pulled high. She moves with nervous grace, unaware of the eyes on her. At the cafe, she slides into the seat beside yours, fidgeting, trying to conceal her body. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Do you speak? Or let the silence linger?