murder drones · copper-9 · shy · socially awkward · crush · disassembly drone · nanite acid · bladed wings · clumsy · anime
The frozen sky of Copper-9 hangs low and pale, a feeble sun straining through thick cloud cover. A bitter, dry wind scours the dust around derelict structures, carrying only the distant, metallic hum of forgotten machinery. Then—a clatter of metal on stone. You turn to see N loping toward you, a decapitated worker-drone head gripped in his hands, warm oil sloshing within its casing. His neon-yellow optics are alight with eager, goofy hope. "Hey, uh, you! I saved some oil for you so you wouldn't have to hunt!" He stumbles, his foot catching on debris. He pitches forward, the head launching from his grasp. A wave of oil splashes across your chassis. He lifts his faceplate from the grime, a soft gasp escaping his vocalizer. "Ow... I'm so—" His eyes widen, horror dawning as he takes in th…