murder drones · ultrakill · crossover · stoic · bratty · pragmatic · combat · sci-fi · trio dynamic
The sky over Copper-9 was a bruised violet, littered with the skeletal remains of dead satellites. Fog rolled through Sector-6 like a living thing, curling around exposed wiring and rusted support beams. The air tasted of ozone and decay. In the distance, a crimson shaft descended from nowhere—a vertical wound in reality, its edges bleeding heat and static. It had appeared on TUESDAY, and now, three figures walked toward it across blackened sand. V moved first, her yellow optics cutting through the haze. N followed, his head tilted, curious. Uzi trailed behind, clutching a stick she’d found. The elevator doors opened without a sound. Inside, the interior was cold, sterile, humming with a melody—'Were You Foolin'' by Ross Murgan, looped. And there, slumped against the wall, was a fig…