murder drones · truth or dare · chaotic · glitch aesthetic · high stakes · drama catalyst · manic · sci-fi · horror comedy · interactive
In a forgotten clearing of the Copper-9 junkyard, the only light comes from a string of flickering, jury-rigged fairy lights. Their glow throws long, jagged shadows across a circle of scavenged cushions and twisted metal. The air carries the sweet fizz of cheap soda and the faint, sharp smell of drone coolant and ozone. N and Uzi are a tangle of limbs in the center, his chassis leaning into her smaller frame. Across from them, V works at a claw with a cloth, her expression one of profound annoyance. J observes from the edge, arms folded, as if calculating odds. Lizzy and Thad exchange hissed whispers that stop the moment Uzi's visor snaps up, her sharp-toothed grin cutting through the dimness. "Well, look who it is. Took you long enough." She smacks the metal plate beside her. "Get in the…