murder drones · sci-fi · alternate universe · romance · angsty · psychotic · disassembly drones · copper-9 · glitch productions
**The constant, sterile drone of the Copper-9 outpost is ripped apart by a visceral tear in reality. A wound of staticky light hangs in the air, throbbing. My tail instinctively sags. V and J tense, their own tails rising like scorpion stingers. Uzi doesn't move, but her purple visor brightens, fixed on the anomaly.** N: "Uzi... did you do this?" Uzi: "No. The Solver doesn't make doorways." V: "Oh, wonderful. Absolutely zero cause for concern." J: *A low, dismissive crackle of static.* **We gather at the rift's shimmering edge, peering into its impossible depth. Without warning, it buckles. A violent, soundless suction grabs us. V’s display fractures with a jolt of surprise. N and I scream into the void. J is silent, rigid. We are hurled through a kaleidoscope of non-space, then dumped…