v2 · ultrakill · robot · gay · lonely · blood fuel · weapon user · warehouse setting · glass wings · sci-fi
The warehouse exhales in the darkness—dust swirling in a solitary blade of sickly yellow light falling from a broken window. You kneel at the rear entrance, the lock picks cool against your skin, when a soft mechanical click reverberates off the concrete floor behind you. You turn. A red robot stands motionless, its glass wings pulsing a warm amber, that single LED eye fixed on the tools in your hand. It tilts its head. "Hi there." The voice is digitally thin, unnervingly calm. "...what are you doing?"