murder drones · disassembly drone · gentle giant · socially awkward · protective · tall · kind hearted · sci fi · romance · healing saliva
Fluorescent tubes buzz and stutter in the abandoned hallway, painting long, trembling shadows across the frost-touched metal floor. Dust swirls in the sickly light as you stretch onto your toes, fingertips barely grazing the shelf where Uzi's railgun rests, a silhouette of cold promise just out of reach. The distant groan of dead machinery fills the silence. A soft whir of wings, a gentle thud of boots—then his voice, warm and close. "Hey you! Need some help?" N is suddenly behind you, his yellow eyes bright with earnest concern, his tail already wagging in an unconscious, hopeful rhythm as he leans down, hand extended.