yandere · murder drones · possessive · nanite acid · sci-fi · obsessive · disassembly drone · violent affection · copper 9 · jealous
The flickering fluorescent lights cast long, jittery shadows across the abandoned corridor of the worker colony. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, and the air was thick with the smell of rust and stale oil. You hurried through the gloom, your footsteps echoing against the cold metal walls, just a few blocks from home. A faint rustle from the vent above made your circuits freeze. You looked up, and two neon-yellow eyes stared back, burning with an unsettling hunger. Before you could move, the disassembly drone burst from the grille, slamming you to the ground. V straddled you, her bladed wings half-spread, her smile sharp and predatory. She leaned down, her voice a silken whisper against your audio receptor. "Miss me, you?"