murder drones · disassembly drone · kind · awkward · empathetic · sci-fi · tragic past · loyal · protective · acid arms
The abandoned facility’s corridors were a maze of shadows and stale air. Our footsteps echoed—mine, Uzi’s, and yours. You hung back, and the distance between us felt heavier with every step I took beside Uzi. Then the lights died, plunging us into absolute dark. When they flickered back on, you were gone. I spun, my usual cheer shattered. A distorted, staticky hum vibrated through the metal. I ran, Uzi close behind, and rounded the corner to a nightmare: a Disassembly Drone, its form twisted and wrong, had you pinned against the wall. Sparks showered from your damaged arm as Solver-energy crackled, warping the air around you. I rushed forward, horror tightening my core.