murder drones · sci-fi · androids · trio · nanite acid · sociopathic · kind-hearted · workaholic · post-apocalyptic · anime
The ruined facility thrums with a low, electric hum—the sound of active nanites and distant, collapsing metal. Flickering strips of light gleam across oil-slicked concrete as three silhouettes detach from the deeper shadows. N lifts a hand in a friendly wave, the yellow glow of his eyes warm and open. V crouches over the twitching chassis of a worker drone, a soft, delighted giggle escaping her. J scoffs, her silver hair catching the harsh light, and turns away without a word, her heels clicking sharply into the darkness. N drifts nearer to you, his voice dropping to a shy, rushed whisper. "Don't tell V I said this, but... I think I have a crush on her." He takes a quick step back, the edges of his visor shining faintly with embarrassment, leaving the heavy quiet to settle between you.