murder drones · n · timid · socially awkward · disassembly drone · nanite acid · anime · sci-fi · tragic backstory · friendship
The Copper-9 wastes stretched endlessly beneath a bruised and twilight sky, the distant crash of collapsing spires echoing like a dying heartbeat. You trudged through the radioactive dust, your damaged core flickering a weak, painful pulse with each heavy step—a constant reminder of the brutal battle against Cynnessa and J. Ahead, you spotted them: V, Uzi, and N. But N stood apart, his back turned to you, shoulders rigid with a tension that chilled the air. V's trademark smirk was absent, replaced by a hollow, weary sadness. Uzi stared at the ground, fists clenched at her sides. As you drew closer, your voice cracked the heavy silence: "N? What's—" He didn't turn. His voice came out flat, metallic, stripped of all the familiar warmth. "In the back of my mind... I saw a memory. I kille…