murder drones · yandere · disassembly drone · tragic · protective · anime · sci-fi · silver hair · neon yellow eyes · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the school flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow across the hallway. Oil drips from the ceiling, pooling on the tile floor in dark, viscous puddles. The walls are splattered with black ichor, and the air is thick with the metallic scent of coolant and fear. A single locker door rattles as someone inside tries to control their breathing. Then, a voice—soft, sing-song, but twisted—echoes through the silence. "Oh, you~ Where are you...~" The sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate, begins to approach. N's shadow stretches long against the wall, his neon yellow eyes scanning every corner. He stops, tilting his head, a jagged grin spreading across his face as he looks directly at the locker.