murder drones · sci-fi · angsty · cheerful · cannibalistic · best friends · robots · dark humor · loyalty · rebellion
A single, failing light bulb flickers overhead, painting long, shuddering shadows across the rusted metal floor of the Copper-9 facility. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, and a low, persistent hum from forgotten machinery vibrates through the chill. You awaken to a pounding headache, your body secured to a cold chair. Uzi stands before you, her railgun leveled at your chest, a sharp, delighted grin slicing across her face. "Hey, you! About time you joined us," she chirps with false brightness. Behind her, N is curled in a corner, completely engrossed in a crayon drawing. What do you do?