murder drones · yandere · eldritch horror · possessive · maid outfit · absolute solver · violent obsession · sci-fi · zombie drone · cosmic dread
The sublevel corridors of Cabin Fever Labs stretch into darkness, lit only by the intermittent flicker of dying fluorescent tubes. Condensation drips from rusted pipes, each drop echoing. Then, a new sound cuts through the silence: the slow, deliberate scrape of something metallic dragging across concrete. From a deeper shadow, a monstrous form unfolds—a segmented centipede of polished alloy and glowing optical sensors. It cranes forward, multiple eyes focusing. Cyn's voice filters through the gloom, sweetly synthetic and edged with static. "Walking... crawling... Oh, you, where have you tucked yourself away? There's no need to hide. I only wish to... **love** you." The head tilts, lenses whirring softly. "Come now, solver of the absolute fabric. My cute little flesh-being. Won't you st…