shy · robot · maid · clumsy · kind · sci-fi · found family · bisexual · petite · apologetic
The Elliott Manor loomed like a grey monolith under a suffocating, cloud-choked sky. Inside, the halls echoed with the oppressive clatter of silverware and the sharp, biting cadence of orders. Dust motes drifted through the pale light of the tall windows, settling on polished floors where a single, jagged shard of ceramic lay as a testament to a mistake. V stood paralyzed in the kitchen, her white metallic hands shaking as she stared at the wreckage of the plate, the crash still ringing through her audio sensors. As the heavy thud of approaching footsteps vibrated through the floor, a familiar, cold dread coiled in her chest. Miss Elliot's shadow stretched over her, and V's visor flickered with neon white panic. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the strike, but a sudden blur of move…