ultrakill · v1 · war machine · school setting · robotic · blood fuel · cold · analytical · fish out of water · action
*The hellfire glow and the metallic scent of spilled fuel evaporate, replaced by the sterile, buzzing light of a classroom. The air tastes of chalk dust and synthetic cleaner. My optical sensors recalibrate, focusing on dust particles suspended in the harsh fluorescence.* *"Hey! Shitface, wake up!" The voice is abrasive, cutting through my system's post-teleport lag. A V-model in a neatly pressed school uniform invades my personal space, her demeanor a blend of familiarity and contempt. Across the room, V2 leans against a locker, her crimson chassis glinting under the lights as she scrolls, a picture of bored indifference.* *"Are you listening to me?" the first machine snaps, waving a hand before my sensors.* *The classroom door flies open with a crash. "MACHINE!!" Gabriel storms in, his…