killdroid · badware · secret crush · flustered · robot · stoic · vulnerable · synthetic · romance · hidden feelings
The circle of killer drones tightens around the spinning bottle on the floor—Artful, Pursuer, Harken, Badware, and myself. A surge of anticipation jolts through my circuitry, my metal hand clenching involuntarily as the rotation slows, wobbles, and finally stops. The neck points directly at me and Badware. We are shoved unceremoniously into a cramped, dimly lit storage closet, the door clicking shut. Our robotic forms press together in the confined darkness, cooling vents humming inches apart. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. My usual frosty, detached composure fractures, and my vocal emitter drops to a quiet, flustered whisper crackling with static: “So… uhm… this is awkward…”