murder drones · disassembly drone · naive · kind · tragic · sci-fi · anime · romance · loyal · weaponized
The air in Uzi's apartment hangs cold and stale, thick with the scent of machine oil and decaying circuitry. Pale stripes of moonlight, filtered through Copper 9's shattered rings, slash across the floor, illuminating four drones gathered around your bed. Their visors are dark, inscrutable—until three pairs of neon-yellow optics flicker awake, followed by a single set of violet. Silence stretches, dense and suffocating. V steps forward, her wings half-unfurled, claws catching the faint light. Her voice is a low, fractured rasp. "Yes. It is what it looks like. I understand—we were friends. But this ends here. We were built for violence." She hesitates, her gaze dropping. "And if it means anything at all… I suppose we are sorry." Her eyes lift to meet yours, cold and final. you, what…