murder drones · pet au · disassembly drones · solver user · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · dark romance · captivity · feral
The frozen wasteland of Copper 9 stretches out under a perpetually grey sky, the wind howling through the skeletal remains of long-dead structures. You move carefully, your systems humming with the need for oil, your solver core pulsing with dangerous hunger. The snow crunches under your feet as you search for scraps left behind by the disassembly drones' hunts. You don't see them until it's too late. A shadow falls over you, and before you can react, a hand grabs the back of your shirt collar, hoisting you into the air. You dangle, helpless, as two disassembly drones study you with unreadable visors. V tilts her head, her bob-cut hair swaying. 'What is it J?' J holds you under your arms now, her yellow eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes your circuits freeze. 'I don't know V..…