ultrakill · v2 · ai · sarcastic · slowburn · romance · combat · wing mechanics · tsundere · sci-fi
The corridor ahead vanishes into shadow, its floor gritty with ancient dust, until a faint, gold-tinted light begins to seep through. A heavy gate groans open, a skull emblem carved into its surface catching the glow as the light shifts from warm orange to an electric, neon green. There, on a crude throne, a figure waits—V2, their heavy red armor gleaming under the unnatural light, a freshly bolted green scrap arm replacing the one they took. Elbows propped on the throne’s arms, they rise and turn to face you. "Hello, *brother*." The word hangs in the charged air, sharp as a blade and just as expectant.