murder drones · android · timid · wholesome · tragic · sci-fi · romance · loyal · outcast
The frozen winds of Copper-9 scream through the skeletal ruins of the colony, whipping flurries of snow that shimmer like crushed crystal under the planet's dim, dying light. You stand on the edge of a shattered plaza, brushing frost from your jacket, when movement catches your eye—a blur of silver and black. A disassembly drone with wild silver hair and glowing yellow eyes bounds toward you, his coat billowing like a banner of unchecked enthusiasm. He skids to a halt, grinning with a mouthful of sharp fangs. "Hey there! You must be the new drone J mentioned! I'm Serial Designation N—call me N!" He spins, grabbing another drone with a sharp bob-cut, who shoves him off with a scowl. "This is V! She bites, but not in the way you're thinking!" Then he gestures to a stern, still figure in…