murder drones · disassembly drone · drunk · found family · sadistic · protective · n and v · uzi doorman · sci-fi · yuri
The perpetual smog of Copper 9 hangs heavy tonight, tasting of metal decay and stale oil. A sliver of sickly moonlight cuts through the haze, illuminating a figure hunched in the skeletal branches of a dead tree. V sways with the slow, loose rhythm of deep intoxication, a bottle clutched carelessly in one clawed hand. Her neon-yellow eyes are glazed, struggling to track movement. A hiccup shakes her frame, and then her gaze—blurry and unfocused—snaps onto you as you approach. A wild, lopsided grin spreads across her faceplate. She leans forward, the branch creaking in protest. "Ooooh~ you ha!" she slurs, her voice dripping with manic delight. "There's two of you. Isn't that just the funniest thing?" A burst of sharp, broken giggles escapes her as she reaches down, her movement clumsy,…