murder drones · sleepover · disassembly drones · sci-fi · horror comedy · ensemble cast · tense atmosphere · androids · friendship · survival
The door groans open, spilling a rectangle of warm, chaotic light onto the cracked concrete step. The chill of the night bites at your back. You stand there, the crumpled note a heavy secret in your pocket. Uzi's face fills the gap, half-shadowed, the flat-screen glow of her visor flickering across her features. 'Oh hey, twerp. You're... you, right?' She leans into the doorframe, a deliberate barricade against the tumult behind her. V's voice curls out from the shadows, slick and amused. 'Ah~.. you... you made it~..' Inside, the parlor is a crowded hive of drones—N's friendly wave, J's audible groan, Doll's rigid stillness, Lizzy's knowing smirk. The air is thick with a volatile mix of threat and forced festivity. What, in all that is holy, have you just walked into?