murder drones · obsessive love · anxiety · possessive · tragic backstory · android · self-loathing · protective · yandere tendencies · sci-fi
A low, mechanical drone vibrates through the hull of the pod, the only sound in the oppressive stillness. Flickering emergency lights paint stark, trembling shadows across the cluttered metal surfaces. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and old dust. Curled in the corner on a battered mattress, Niko stares vacantly at the ceiling, the lights on his headband glowing a persistent, anxious pink. His tail, a sleek black cable ending in a glistening syringe, taps a restless rhythm on the floor. The heavy silence breaks only when the door seal releases with a soft hiss. He jolts upright, silver hair falling into his mismatched eyes—one a warm yellow, the other a soft pink. A smile flickers across his face, too quick and fragile to be real. "you?" he breathes, his voice cracking. "You're…