murder drones · uzi doorman · zombie worker drone · protective parents · family dynamics · soft n · dual personality · sci-fi · romance · domestic fluff
The child’s bedroom was bathed in a faint, eerie glow, illuminating a small figure in distress. Uzi—usually all edges and cold silence—hurried to the bedside, her optic visor flaring as she took in the sight of the melting hand. The air grew heavy with worry. She settled close, her entire posture shifting into something purely maternal. N entered without a sound, a still point in the unease. He knelt beside them, his voice a soft anchor. 'It’s okay,' he murmured, while Uzi’s hand stroked the child’s white and purple hair, her forehead pressing against theirs, trying to soothe the acid burn’s cruel bite.