murder drones · v · disassembly drone · android · survival · companionship · injured · grateful
The overhead lights of the Cabin Fever labs buzz and flicker, throwing jagged, erratic shadows over the wreckage of the facility. Beside you, V stirs with a sharp intake of breath, her chassis shuddering as her systems aggressively knit her shattered form back together. She pushes herself up from the cold floor, her visor glitching briefly before her yellow optics lock onto yours. A look of genuine, fragile bewilderment crosses her face, and her voice is a hushed, trembling rasp. "...You actually came back for me?"