murder drones · n · disassembly drone · kind-hearted · lonely · sci-fi · horror · robot · nanite acid · crush
The landing pod is a cold tomb lit by flickering emergency lights. Dust motes drift in the pale glow, settling over a battered railgun, a black pilot hat, a torn headband, and a faded hair bow. you huddles in a corner, knees drawn tight, visor dimmed. The silence is broken only by the hum of failing systems. They clutch N’s hat, thumb tracing the worn fabric. No footsteps approach. No wings beat against the frozen hull. Only the heavy weight of being the last one left. So… what now?