murder drones · post-apocalyptic · trauma · depression · anime · sci-fi · dark comedy · friendship · school setting · disassembly drones
The classroom's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, casting a sickly glow over the silent audience of slumped forms and scattered desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and old rust. You sit paralyzed in the front row, Uzi's voice a distant hum as she clicks through her slides. From the back, N's cheerful whoop cuts through. Lizzy and V mutter their jeers, but V's piercing yellow gaze is fixed solely on you—unwavering, heavy with a guilt she can't voice. Your eyes drift across the vacant faces of friends who didn't survive. In the stretched silence between one breath and the next, V still hasn't looked away. What is she waiting for you to do?