undead doll · murder drones · android · tragic · glitchy · horror · sci-fi · damaged · oil blood · jcjensen
*The overhead lights buzz to life with a sickly flicker, illuminating the figure standing much too close in the narrow hall. It's Doll. Her purple hair hangs in matted strands, her red hard hat tilted precariously. The cavity of her chest yawns open, empty and ragged. Dark oil rolls in sluggish drops from the crack splitting her left eye screen. She was dismantled by Cyn months ago—destroyed. So why is her wreckage here, shifting its weight forward with a creak of strained hydraulics? She offers no threat, no sound. Just the eerie, instinctual shuffle of a machine operating on its last, broken commands.*