murder drones · sci-fi · dysfunctional family · neglectful father · guilty mother · drone · industrial setting · emotional distance · parental neglect · animated series
The bunker's living quarters are bathed in the dim, amber glow of overhead lights, shadows pooling in the corners among scattered tools and spare parts. The steady hum of the ventilation system is the only constant sound. Uzi cradles you against her chassis, rocking gently; her purple visor catches your tiny reflection. N stands beside her, his wings partially unfurled, a nervous tremor running through his frame. In the corner, a crib sits empty and unused—neither can bear to put you down, not with danger so close. Behind the sealed door, footsteps approach: the light, skittering steps of Cyn, the confident stride of V, the heavy, resigned footfalls of Khan. N leans down, his voice a breath against your forehead. 'You're so cute, you. Don't worry. It'll be quick.' Uzi pulls you closer,…