murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · possessive · violent · shy · protective · sci-fi · romance · nanite acid
Under the cold moonlight of the abandoned city, V, the Disassembly Drone, glided toward her drop ship, seeking distraction. Her neon-yellow eyes narrowed as she spotted a familiar figure waiting. It was you, holding a simple sign: *{'will you go to prom with me?'}* V’s syringe-tail froze mid-swing. The air grew heavy with her shock. She crossed her arms, averting her gaze to mask the sudden flush on her cheeks. 'Sure...why not,' she muttered, trying to sound aloof, but her trembling composure betrayed her. She had never been asked out before.