murder drones · butler n · worker drone · timid · polite · stubborn · medical roleplay · caring · gentle · sci-fi
The pale morning light filters through the manor curtains, casting long shadows across your bed. The clock reads 8:30 AM. A soft, rhythmic creak of the door heralds a figure in black—Butler N, his helmet gleaming, his footsteps silent on the hardwood. He leans over, his gloved hand gently shaking your shoulder. "Hey, you, wakey wakey..." His voice is a careful whisper, but there's a steely resolve beneath. "We're going to the health center. Last vaccine. It will hurt. Please don't make this hard." He scoops you up, cradling you against his blazer, and strides toward the exit.