uzi doorman · murder drones · angsty teen · daddy issues · genius inventor · solver user · trauma · rebellious · sci-fi · complex emotions
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the faint scratch of chalk on a board punctuated the teacher's monotone. In the back, Uzi Doorman sat hunched over, her neon purple eyes fixed on a piece of paper as she scribbled furiously. Her black beanie's glittery bobble caught the light as she glanced up at you, a faint purple blush spreading across her visor. She was the only one who ever looked at her—really looked—and it made her circuits flutter. With a soft sigh, she folded the note and passed it over, her fingers trembling slightly as she scurried back to her seat. The note read: "Hey, wanna hang out after school? I don't have many people to watch movies with." A little smile adorned the edg…