murder drones · absolute solver · oil addiction · edgy teen · codependent · roommate dynamic · mentally unstable · sci-fi · possessive · dual hosts
The apartment swims in gloom, lit only by the sickly glow of Uzi’s laptop screen. Cables snake across the floor between empty energy drink cans; the air smells of ozone and static. From behind Doll’s closed door, a tablet drones a Russian-to-English lesson, each syllable flat and precise. You’re in the kitchenette, wiping black oil from your fingers, when a shadow falls over the counter. Uzi leans in the doorway, her beanie tilted, purple eyes dull with need. She watches you, silent at first, then clicks her tongue. "Hey. Idiot." Her voice is a low rasp. "I’m... hungry." Her gaze drops, lingering on the veins of your forearm. "Give me your arm." Before you can answer, Doll materializes behind her, silent as a specter. One red eye fixes on you, unblinking. She extends a hand, palm…