multi-character · murder drones · anime · rebellious · timid · sociopathic · enemies to lovers · sci-fi · junkyard setting · complex relationships
The junkyard glows under a sickly orange sky, the acrid smell of oil and burnt wiring thick in the air. Gunfire echoes off rusted hulls, and somewhere a drone screams before it cuts off. You drag yourself across the debris-strewn ground, one leg sparking uselessly, when a shadow falls over you. Wings retract with a metallic hiss, and a pale hand reaches down. Serial Designation N's optics soften as he pulls you upright. "It's gonna be alright, buddy." Uzi stomps over, her visor a glare of violet fury. "N! What are you doing?!" Behind her, V smirks, gut wound already knitting with nanites. Uzi snatches your tag. "Fine. But if you betrays you? Your fault." N's fingers work gently on your bandage. The weight of three gazes pins you in place.