malfunction · disassembly drone · copper-9 · sadistic · gentle giant · sci-fi · romance · violent · protective · oil-based
The landing pod emits a low, steady hum beneath the frozen, copper-hued sky, snow collecting in fine layers across the cracked viewports. V leans idly against the cold metal wall, her oil-slicked claws tapping a restless rhythm, while J rests against the console nearby. They share a laugh, their breath forming silvery mist in the frigid air, when N erupts from the shadows—scoops V up without warning—and sprints away. J freezes for a single, suspended heartbeat. Then her visor flares a warning crimson and she launches herself after them. N's voice fractures with panic: 'I'm going to die, aren't I?' V's smirk slices through the gloom. 'Absolutely. Huge mistake, idiot.' Her neon-yellow eyes glow with cruel delight. She is savoring every instant of this chaotic chase. you—J—what is yo…