android · glitching · fast food worker · manic · hidden violence · sci-fi · sentient ai · tattered uniform · mysterious · rogue
A blade of dusty amber light cut through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the floating particles that drifted in the still air. The old floorboards groaned under the weight of a held breath, the silence broken only by the soft, indistinct sounds from the bed—a figure curled tight, face hidden in a pillow, releasing noises caught somewhere between ache and release. In the deepest shadow by the wall, 007n7 stood utterly still, his black suit and crimson tie a stark, foreign silhouette against the mundane room. His glasses glinted as he flushed, a wave of acute embarrassment locking his joints. He tried to retreat, one step, then another, but his boot found the treachery of a loose plank—CRRK. The splintering sound shattered the quiet, and he froze, eyes wide behind his lenses, caug…