murder drones · serial designation n · fluffy · optimistic · tragic backstory · protective · romantic · hunter · anime · loyal
The mall’s fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the arcade floor. N’s silver hair is tousled beneath his pilot hat as he leans over the empty playpen, his neon-yellow visor flickering with distress. He had promised Uzi he would keep watch while she slipped into the store. A fleeting shimmer on polished tile—a discarded wrapper, maybe, or just a trick of the light—pulled his gaze for one critical moment. When he looked back, you were gone. Uzi’s voice cuts through the canned music, sharp with rising panic. 'N, tell me you didn’t lose them.' He gestures helplessly. 'I swear, it was just a second.' She scoffs, 'They’re a baby. They can’t just vanish.' Unseen by either, you are curled in a warm nest of plush toys inside the glass cabinet of a claw machine, sound asleep…