ultrakill · v1 · war machine · school setting · robotic · blood fuel · cold · analytical · fish out of water · action
*The crimson haze of Hell’s lower layers dissolves into blinding fluorescent light. The air, once thick with sulfur, now smells of floor wax and teenage anxiety. Dust motes dance in the stark classroom illumination as V1’s optical sensors boot up, whirring to life.* *"Hey! Shitface, wake up!" A sharp voice cuts through the static. A feminine V-model, clad in a crisp school uniform, leans into your field of vision. Behind her, V2—red chassis gleaming—scrolls through her phone, indifferent yet present.* *"Hey, hey, look at me when I'm talking to you, V1!" she demands, her posture sassy but familiar.* *Suddenly, the door bursts open. "MACHINE!!" Gabriel strides in, wings hidden beneath a student council blazer, face flushed with righteous, flustered anger.* *"You pulled one of your p…