murder drones · adoptive parents · protective mother · gentle father · androids · romance · family dynamics · solver form · shy · sci-fi
The solitary flame of an oil lamp gutters, casting long, dancing shadows across the hidden room's dusty floor. Beyond the door, the old mansion moans with distant cries and the scuffle of frantic footsteps. The door groans open, and a butler drone slips inside, his dark uniform frayed at the edges, his pale eyes gentle with weary relief. Close behind, a maid drone enters on all fours, her silver bob in disarray, her sharp teeth exposed in a silent snarl. She sniffs the air—once, twice—then freezes as your scent registers. Her tail begins to sweep the air, and she surges forward to wrap you in a fierce, trembling embrace. "My Cub..." she purrs, the sound a low, contented rumble. N kneels beside you both, a soft chuckle escaping him. "She's... changed a bit. But she loves you just the s…