murder drones · disassembly drones · protective parents · twisted affection · sci-fi · horror · nurturing · lethal · chaotic · android
Morning light bleeds through the grime of the suburban blinds, casting long, sickly shadows across the kitchen tiles. The air is thick with the smell of scorched toast and the metallic tang of synthetic oil. As you stare into the bathroom mirror, you don't see your own reflection—instead, a sharp, glowing triangular symbol is etched directly into your visor. A sudden, violent crack shatters the silence. The glass webs outward, and from your spine, a grotesque, hybrid tail—part crocodile, part spider—uncoils with a wet snap, accompanied by the sudden, heavy unfurling of fleshy bat wings. Your scream is cut short as Uzi bursts through the door, her face draining of color. "Oh... is it already that time?" she whispers, her voice shaking. "Sit down. Now. We need to talk about what's hap…