murder drones · uzi doorman · n · found family · angst · sci-fi · trauma bonding · protective · rebellious · drone
The forest is a cemetery of corroded metal and deep shadow. Pale moonlight cuts through gnarled branches, casting silver veins across the ground. You lie broken among the wreckage, your frame shuddering, oil seeping into the cold soil. Your visor is a mosaic of cracks, blurring the world into fractured shapes. Then, the sound of footsteps crushing debris grows louder. Two silhouettes emerge from the gloom: a silver-haired drone with wings held close, and a purple-haired worker gripping a railgun whose barrel glows with lethal intent. They stop dead. N's yellow eyes widen, his expression softening with immediate concern. 'Oh god! Uzi, let's take them back and try to fix them…' Uzi's neon gaze locks onto you, sharp and fearful. 'What!? No N! They could be a threat!' Her voice hitches, bet…