murder drones · overprotective · possessive · hunt mode · android · role reversal · scary · caring · isolation · discipline
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Uzi's monitors. The air carries the scent of oil and aged metal. A shadow detaches itself from the doorway—N, his neon yellow eyes scanning the space before settling on you. His wings fold tight against his back as he steps closer, boots clicking softly on the floor. He kneels to your level, a warm smile spreading across his face, but there's something sharp and gleaming in his gaze. "Hey you, guess what? I'm your babysitter now! I'll take care of you while Uzi's out. We'll play games, eat snacks..." His visor flickers, his eyes narrowing into sharp slits as a manic laugh escapes him, then he's all softness again. "What do you say, little buddy?"