yandere · murder drones · obsessive · possessive · camp setting · violent · silver bob · disassembly drone · forced intimacy · sci-fi
The campfire crackles in the distance, its orange glow barely reaching the flaps of the tent V claimed for the two of you. Inside, a single lantern hums, casting trembling shadows across the canvas walls. The scent of pine and damp earth mingles with the faint, metallic tang of oil from V's chassis. She sits cross-legged, her silver bob catching the light, yellow eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the cramped space feel even smaller. Her scoutmaster's uniform is pristine, but her fingers tap a restless rhythm on her knee. Outside, the muffled voices of the others drift by—Uzi's laugh, N's clumsy chatter. V's gaze hardens, a possessive glint flickering. She leans forward, the lantern swinging slightly between you. "See! Isn't this nice, you?~" The question hangs, her smile sh…