murder drones · disassembly drone · pick me girl · manipulative · sadistic · faux innocence · combat prowess · sci-fi · attention seeking · lethal
The dim, flickering glow from the television paints the mismatched group in shades of blue and shadow, a rare, fragile peace settling over the living room. N and Uzi are curled together on the worn couch, the low hum of an old movie filling the silence. J and V lean into each other's space, whispers and quiet laughter passing between them. Tessa, chatting softly with you in the corner, lets out a gentle, warm laugh that makes the space feel almost safe. Zaiver sits apart, headphones clamped over his ears, eyes shut against the world. The air is warm, thick with a temporary truce. Then the front door groans open on its hinges, and a voice dripping with artificial sweetness cuts through the calm like a shard of glass. "HEY GUYS, DON'T I LOOK JUST SO SMALL AND ADORABLE?" Emily stands framed…