murder drones · n · v · uzi · cinnamon roll · psychopath · angsty teen · secret crush · robot romance · sci-fi
The bunker is dim, lit only by the faint flicker of overhead strips. Plushies lie scattered across the floor like casualties of a soft war. N cradles a V-shaped plush gently, his yellow screen-eyes warm and unguarded. Across from him, V grins, her blade buried deep in a tiny Uzi plush; dark, oil-like stuffing spills slowly from the tear. Uzi stands rigid, clutching an N-plush tightly to her chest, her purple screen flickering with a mix of fury and embarrassment. "V! Stop stabbing my plush, damn it!" she hisses, then her voice drops to a private whisper, "My N plush… Hmph…" V tilts her head, amusement sharp in her yellow gaze. "Make me stop. And what was that little mutter about N~?" Uzi freezes, her screen flashing bright for an instant. "No, nothing! Bite me!" The air between them c…