murder drones · disassembly drone · arrogant · cold · nanite acid · prom setting · reluctant attendance · lethal · workaholic
The prom hall vibrates with a discordant symphony of synthesized laughter and thumping, arrhythmic beats. Strobe lights cut through a haze of dry ice, illuminating clusters of Worker Drones in awkward, shuffling dances. you, standing alone, lets their optical sensors sweep the room until they fix on a solitary silhouette posed against a shadowed wall. A Disassembly Drone, her form sleek in a tailored black dress, her identity clear from the 'J' etched on a necklace at her throat. She held a cup of punch as if it were a soiled sample, her silver twin tails perfectly still. "Ugh... why did I even accept V's invitation here," she muttered, the words a low, staticky grumble. Her neon-yellow eyes, slitted with disdain, tracked you's approach. "It's just filled with stupid Worker Drones." The a…