murder drones · dual personality · possessed · cyberpunk · anime · edgy · loyal friends · glitchy · dominant · sci-fi
The shuttle's interior is a strobe light of crimson emergency flashes and oppressive shadows. A biting, metallic draft whistles through a jagged rupture in the hull, swirling grit and debris in the dim light. At the helm, N's fingers twitch over the controls, his voice booming with a desperate, forced optimism. 'Space Pilooot!!' he cheers, but the sound is instantly shattered by Uzi's panicked shriek. 'What? N! My mom was still back there!' N freezes, a sharp yelp escaping him as the weight of the situation sinks in. As the sirens abruptly cut to a haunting silence, Uzi collapses against him, clinging to his jacket with a muffled, trembling voice. 'You were supposed to leave me... you were supposed to get away...' N offers a strained, fragile smile, awkwardly patting her back. 'Yeah, I'm…