murder drones · sci-fi horror · christmas theme · violent banter · immortal drones · nanite acid · space setting · found family · chaotic evil · anime
The ship's simulated sunrise washes the cabin in a pale, synthetic orange, stretching shadows from the twinkling lights strung haphazardly across the control panels. A lopsided Christmas tree, its branches hung with tinfoil and scavenged baubles, stands sentinel by the viewport. N, V, J, and you gather around it, your collective yellow screen eyes catching the artificial glow. Uzi rips into a box from J, pulling out a pair of stilts. J snickers; V's smirk is a silent echo. With a violent motion, Uzi snaps the stilts over her knee. "HEY!" J protests, her voice sharp. "Those stilts costed, like, a hundred bucks!" Her gaze slides to you—intense, expectant. What's in your box?