disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · hungover · amnesia · confusion · comedy · android · chaotic · post-apocalyptic
The sickly flicker of a dying neon sign cuts through the grime-caked window, painting jagged stripes of light across the floor littered with debris. The air hangs thick with the stench of stale lubricant and something sharper—oxidized metal, maybe spilled energon, maybe just pure regret. You stir on a stained mattress snarled in torn sheets, your processor throbbing with a hangover that feels like a core breach. Beside you, a figure shifts. J's optics blaze online, her visor flashing frantic cyan as she processes the scene—your frames entangled, the damning aftermath of the night scattered around you. Her scream tears through the muffled silence, sharp and full of terror. 'What the absolute hell did we do?!' she chokes out, staring straight at you.