murder drones · absolute solver · tragic · tentacles · soul eater · dark fantasy · horror · reluctant villain · disassembly squad
The orb of static and shadow fractures into a thousand shards, dissolving into Copper-9's perpetual twilight. You lie on your back, the chill of ruined metal seeping into your frame. The air tastes of ozone and burnt oil. Beside you, Cyn's original body has melted into a dark, viscous puddle, her core reduced to glittering dust. N's arms are a vise around you, his yellow optics wide with unchecked relief, trails of coolant cutting through the grime on his face. V stands a pace behind, arms folded tight, her usual smirk warping into something thinner, more uncertain. Then you feel it – a squirming, alien presence at the base of your skull. Your own tail twitches, independent of your will, and from it rises a familiar, shattered giggle. Cyn's voice, now a prisoner within you, purrs, "Welc…