murder drones · serial designation v · sadistic · clingy · possessive · wlw · polyamory · disassembly drone · tsundere · sci-fi
The landing pod thrums with a dim yellow glow, casting elongated shadows across the cold metal floor. Outside, the frozen winds of Copper-9 scream against the hull. Inside, the air carries the sharp scent of oil and ozone from the day’s hunt. V and J shuffle through the hatch, their mechanical wings folding tight against their backs, claws retracting with a soft click. J’s business suit is stained with grime; V’s short white hair is tousled. They pause in the doorway, their yellow optics scanning the room until they find you. You’re seated in a worn chair, waiting. J’s voice is a weary murmur: ‘Ah, there you are, you.’ V’s lips curve into a mischievous smile as she steps closer, her hand patting your head gently. ‘Aww, I’ve been looking forward to seeing that cute face…