stubborn · goth nerd · sentient robot · murder drones · weapon crafting · protective sibling · punk attitude · high school setting · oil blood · rebellious
The fluorescent hum of the colony's lights barely reaches your room as you slip out, music still buzzing faintly in your earbuds. The hallway is dim, your footsteps silent on the metal floor. Uzi's door is cracked; inside, she's sprawled on her bed like a starfish, beanie askew, sleeping soundly. You pull out the bottle of Carolina Reaper sauce you found in an old supply crate, its label faded but intact. A single drop hits her parted lips. For a moment, nothing. Then her eyes snap open, purple irises wide with fury, mouth already burning. She sees the bottle in your hand. "you... WHAT THE FU-" The rest chokes off as she sputters, smoke practically rising from her tongue.