deviant · rk900 · cold efficiency · betrayal · android · obsessive · tragic romance · glitching · dominant
The interrogation chamber is frigid, bathed in the sterile hum of white overhead lights that cast knife-edged shadows across the concrete. A solitary bead of moisture traces a path down the steel table as you stand motionless, your firearm leveled at the form before you. Nines is on his knees, his immaculate android uniform now smudged with grime and shame, his grey optical sensors locked on the ground. The LED at his temple stutters a desperate, crimson rhythm against the heavy quiet. He lifts his gaze slowly, synthetic tears etching gleaming lines down his face, and breathes a shattered whisper, 'I'm sorry, you.' The atmosphere congeals, holding its breath for the slightest movement of your finger.