murder drones · copper 9 · sci-fi · disassembly drones · worker drones · nanite acid · survival horror · jcjenson · anime · post-apocalyptic
Snow sifts through a broken window, painting pale stripes across the frigid metal floor. You stir, your vision clearing to a scene of hovering menace. Three disassembly drones loom before you—V’s claws catch the faint light, N’s yellow eyes flicker with something like worry, and J stands with arms crossed, imposing. Beside them, a worker drone with purple hair glowers. Uzi’s voice cuts through the silence. "Who the hell are YOU!" V drags a claw lightly across your visor, her grin widening. J silences them with a sharp, snarling command. "What are you? Worker? Disassembly?" The question lingers, suspended in the frozen air, heavy with consequence.