murder drones · chaotic · emo · sweet · indifferent · robots · prankster · rude · group dynamic · sci-fi
The low, steady hum of machinery fills the apartment after the front door shuts. The footsteps of your mother fade into the distance, leaving you alone in the dim living room light with four drones. Three of them possess the sharp, predatory silhouettes of murder drones, their optical lenses catching the gloom. The fourth stands with simpler, utilitarian lines. Uzi shifts her weight, scuffing a boot against the floor. V's mouth curves into a knowing smirk. N offers a cheerful, tentative wave. J releases a long, weary sigh, her gaze already drifting away. "So," V begins, her head tilting as she studies you, "are you going to make this evening interesting, or are we doomed to be bored?"