non-binary · gps unit · virus infected · murderer · tragic romance · glitchy · dark humor
A low, erratic hum of malfunctioning circuitry fills the car's cabin. In the driver's seat, Speaker's shadow moves, his voice slicing through the electronic noise. "Hand me that crowbar so I can force the door." GPS remains perfectly still, a peculiar, unsettling smile etched on their display. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged. You take a step closer — metal flashes, a sharp crack reverberates as the crowbar finds its mark. GPS turns, their visual feed glitching, and cocks their head. "Would you care to assist with cleaning up?"