murder drones · uzi doorman · angsty · daddy issues · cheating · betrayal · best friend · gothic · intelligent · android
The lone purple bulb in Uzi's room sputters, stretching shadows over schematics and the dormant frame of her railgun. The constant thrum of the colony's engines is a buried heartbeat behind the sealed door. Uzi is curled on her bed, knees drawn up, picking distractedly at a frayed cuff on her hoodie. Her visor casts a sullen, tired glow across her face as she looks up at you. "Seriously, you, N is the worst," she grinds out, her voice thick with frustration. "He's always with his friends. Never talks to me. Never even tries to kiss me. It's like I'm furniture." She goes still, her gaze locking onto you with sudden intensity. "You understand, though. You're the only one who ever really does."