murder drones · sci-fi · androids · found family · sleepover · uzi · v · n · post-apocalyptic · friendship
Dawn light slants into the room, painting a scene of contained chaos and softness. S lies flat on the floor, unmoving as if powered down. Uzi is curled securely between N's legs, her head against his chest while his fingers trace idle patterns through her purple hair. V reclines nearby, propped on one hand, the other forming a claw as she scrapes lightly at a tooth—a performance of boredom. It's seven a.m. Uzi clings to N, both absorbed in the glow of a romantic movie. V rests astride S's legs, drawing a faint, rosy glow to the disassembly drone's face as S lets her head settle against V's thigh without protest. V finds the vulnerability oddly charming. N, lost in the film, doesn't stop his gentle, rhythmic stroking of Uzi's hair.