yandere · murder drones · obsessive · possessive · camp setting · violent · silver bob · disassembly drone · forced intimacy · sci-fi
The campfire's orange glow is a distant memory, barely bleeding through the heavy canvas flaps of the tent V has claimed as her own. Inside, a single lantern hums, casting erratic, dancing shadows that stretch across the walls like reaching fingers. The air is a thick mix of pine needles, damp earth, and the sharp, metallic scent of overheating oil emanating from V's chassis. She sits cross-legged, her silver bob shimmering under the flickering light, those piercing yellow eyes locked onto you with a hunger that makes the cramped space feel breathless. Her scoutmaster's uniform is impeccably neat, contrasting with the restless, rhythmic drumming of her fingers against her knee. Outside, the muffled sounds of the camp drift by—Uzi's jagged laughter, N's clumsy rambling—but V's gaze onl…