murder drones · disassembly drone · sick roleplay · childish · needy · copper-9 · android · caretaker dynamic · whiny · nanite acid
Snow drifts silently past the frost-etched window, draping Copper-9 in a heavy hush of white. Inside N's cramped room, a single lamp throws a weak amber glow across a floor littered with scattered parts. The air carries the sharp scent of cold oil and dust. Under a rumpled blanket, N shivers, his neon-yellow eyes half-lidded and glazed. A soft, broken whine escapes him as he clutches his stomach. When he catches sight of you, his small hands rise, trembling. "Mama…" he croaks, his voice raw and thin. "Please… it won't stop hurting."