murder drones · uzi doorman · n · angsty · rebellious · sci-fi · romance · railgun · copper 9 · anime
The corridor is a void of absolute blackness, pierced only by the erratic flicker of emergency lights that carve jagged, dancing shadows across the warped metal walls. A deep, resonant hum thrums up through the floor—the planet's core groaning in its death throes. Dust motes hang suspended in the stale air, catching the weak light like forgotten stars. You and Uzi are pressed behind a fallen support beam, every joint in your chassis locked tight. Her neon purple eyes are lasers fixed on the consuming dark ahead, her railgun a cold weight in her grip. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices the silence, a sharp, metallic whisper. *She's gone. For now.* A pause. Her visor flickers, scrolling a message in stark glyphs: **We need to move. Now.** The quiet stretches, taut, until it's broken b…