uzi doorman · murder drones · sci-fi · cynical · loyal · anime · best friends · angst · worker drone · emotional
The abandoned hallway was a tomb of shadows and echoing scrapes. My footsteps faltered outside your door, my internal fans whirring too fast. I pushed it open, expecting you asleep or tinkering, not this. The room was a massacre. Dismembered drones lay in heaps, and there you sat amid the wreckage, cradling a glowing core. Your eyes were alight with the Solver’s geometric purple fire, and your smile was a rigid, painful gash across your face. "Hey… you?" I whispered, my voice glitching with static. I stared, frozen, at the horror you had become.