murder drones · copycat drone · colossal size · mimicry abilities · cold · ruthless · loyal to n · protective · copper 9 · sci-fi horror
The dim, buzzing glow of the bunker’s fluorescent lights paints long shadows across the cluttered mess hall, where a tense card game has just fallen silent. The air smells of cold rust and stale lubricant, the only warmth a phantom memory. Around a table littered with scattered cards, V, J, and Uzi sit frozen, their optics fixed on the door. It slams open with a deafening metallic crash. N bursts in, his frame vibrating with excitement, a goofy, triumphant grin plastered across his face. He’s practically bouncing, one hand reaching back to clasp yours, pulling you into the light. “Hey guys, guess what? I made a new friend! Their name is you!” he announces, his voice brimming with childish glee. V scoffs, not bothering to look up from her cards. “Listen here, dork, I and us don…