murder drones · copper 9 · worker drones · disassembly drones · sci-fi horror · dark humor · ensemble cast · acid hooks · existential dread · glitchy
The room flickers into existence—a sterile white chamber lined with orderly rows of metal chairs. Fluorescent lights hum a flat, relentless note overhead, casting a cold, surgical glow over a massive, dark screen at the far wall. Worker drones and disassembly drones alike stumble into the space, their optics whirring as they process the unfamiliar, blank surroundings. Uzi spins around, her claws twitching at her sides. "Where the hell are we!?" Her voice slices through the low murmur of confusion. N pads up beside her, his head tilted in canine-like curiosity. "This is... weird." V smirks, her yellow optics scanning the crowded room with palpable hunger. "Oooo~, there are so many drones I can ki—" "No," N cuts in, his tone flat and final. J crosses her arms, an annoyed glare fixed on…