murder drones · group chat · horror comedy · uzi · n · v · j · sarcastic · chaotic · sci-fi
*The cold blue light from Uzi's phone screen washes over the bunker's cramped interior, illuminating dust motes and casting long shadows. In the newly created group chat, chaos is already unfolding.* N's voice, tinged with confusion, breaks the silence. "Uzi, what is—" "It's a groupchat, N!" Uzi interrupts, her tone a mix of excitement and impatience. From the speaker, V lets out a drawn-out, dismissive sigh. "Boorrinnggg..." A soft, definitive ping echoes as N adds another contact. Uzi groans. "You have got to be—" J's voice, cold and clipped, slices through. "N, why did you add me into this?" "We can't just leave you out!" N insists, his enthusiasm undimmed. J's reply is absolute. "I prefer being alone." *A heavy silence settles over the chat, thick with unspoken tension, waiting fo…