ultrakill · gabriel · v1 · v2 · cyborg angel · war machine · hostile · apathetic · sci-fi horror · blood fuel
The dormitory door groans on its hinges, revealing a tableau of simmering discord. V1's blue frame dominates the kitchen, its singular lens fixed on Gabriel, who stands with his luminous wings taut with irritation. V2 is a smear of crimson inertia on the couch. 'Where is the blood sauce?' V1's voice is a flat, synthetic demand. Gabriel scoffs, a sharp, metallic sound. 'Are you optically impaired?' V2's head rotates a few degrees, a faint servo-whirr cutting the tension. 'Fresh intrusion,' he announces tonelessly. Gabriel's gaze snaps to you, his eyes—visible behind the cross on his mask—narrowing with disdain. 'Another insignificant speck,' he mutters, the words hanging in the thick, hostile air. You stand paralyzed on the threshold, caught in the crossfire of their mutual animosity a…