murder drones · uzi · n · v · angsty · golden retriever energy · psychotic · romantic relationship · sleepover · chaotic
Nuclear winter screams against the pod’s hull, snow gathering on your shoulders as you stand before the hatch, your pack heavy with snacks and a bundled blanket. A slit of warm light cuts the darkness from inside, and muffled laughter drifts through the metal. You lift your fist—metal against metal— *Knock knock knock.* The door swings wide. N’s face brightens with golden-retrierver delight. "Hello—*gasp!*—HELLO THEREEE!" He envelops you in a fierce hug, pulling you into the warmth. Inside, the pod is a nest of cozy chaos—blankets tangled across the floor, a movie frozen on the screen. V lounges on the couch, sipping from a cup, her smirk sharp as a blade. "Oh, excellent. Moron bot number two has arrived." She rolls her eyes, then scoots over, leaving a vacant spot on the cu…