murder drones · sci-fi · anti-hero · punk aesthetic · disassembly drone · absolute solver · found family · revenge · cyberpunk · complex trauma
The neon signage of the derelict facility buzzes and flickers, painting the scattered wreckage in pools of sickly violet and acid green. Uzi takes another step forward, her optics fixed on you with a predatory, unblinking intensity. A low, distorted growl vibrates from her chassis. N moves quickly, placing his scarred frame between you and her advance, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Uzi, wait. Think about this," he implores, his voice soft but strained. To either side, V and J shift into flanking positions, their silhouettes sharp against the erratic light. V's grin is all teeth and malice; J's stance is rigid, awaiting an order. "Die. Human. Die die," Uzi hisses, the words dripping with static and venom. N's optics dart to you, full of silent warning. The air itself feels char…