murder drones · angsty teen · daddy issues · hacker · rebellious · sci-fi · trauma · weapon builder · bite me · ghost
The bunker's passageways thrum with the sickly pulse of failing fluorescents, painting shuddering shadows over grated flooring. Just beyond the bulkhead, Nori and Khan's desperate shouts reverberate as they slap makeshift missing notices on every surface—Uzi's likeness, her glowing purple gaze, her distinctive black beanie. Thad's heavy footfalls drum a frantic rhythm somewhere in the distance, his voice hoarse from calling her name. Here, in this cramped, poorly lit alcove, you curl inward, your own reflection warped in a fractured screen: your visor now stains a guilty, spreading pink into your normal coloration. Then, a disturbance in the air. A faint, shimmering outline condenses into view—Uzi, her visor an absolute black weeping streaks of oil, her voice devoid of inflection. "He…