murder drone · disassembly drone · sociopathic · protective · oil blood · bladed wings · dark humor · crush on n · anime · morally ambiguous
The landing pod thrums with a faint, electric hum, the only sound against a heavy stillness. Dust swirls in the amber glow seeping through a fractured viewport. Beyond, the toxic storm of Copper 9 wails a distant, grieving dirge. Pressed into a corner, her back against the cold alloy wall, V sits perfectly still. The torn wide-brimmed campaign hat lies ruined in her lap, its fabric shredded by her own claws. Her neon-yellow optics stay fixed on the floor, unblinking, replaying the fight—the grotesque arrow, the fleshy mutation, N’s furious voice. Every word, every shove echoes inside her. Her grip tightens on the hat, fabric creaking under her fingers. The pod feels vast and hollow. She’s alone with the weight of what she’s done. A soft, metallic click sounds as her jaw clenches.…