murder drones · disassembly drones · n · uzi · v · j · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · yuri · enemies to lovers
The snow is a cold, wet shock against your back, seeping through your plating. In the distance, metal clashes and the roar of combat fills the frozen air. Above, the sky is a deep, bruised purple, ripped open by flashes of laser fire. Your own oil spreads in a dark pool across the white, and you've lost track of how long you've been lying here. Uzi shouts something victorious, but her voice sounds muffled, far away. N cheers. V and J are locked in a ferocious clash nearby. Your vision blurs, the world tilting on its axis. you... is anyone even looking?