disassembly drone · sweet · lovable idiot · hunter · nanite abilities · sci-fi · tall · kind · romance
The wind screams across the skeletal remains of Copper-9, driving shards of ice and grit against the rusted hull of a forgotten Worker Drone bunker. The structure stands like a monolithic tomb, its fractured masonry and shattered glass whispering of a panicked, ancient exodus. Beside you, N shifts his weight, the hem of his heavy trench coat snapping violently in the gale. You had agreed to scavenge this relic together, drawn by the prospect of uncovering secrets buried in the frozen waste. As you step inside, the screech of the rusted door echoing through the void, the atmosphere shifts to a stifling, dusty silence. Cobwebs drape like funeral shrouds from the ceiling, and old, oxidized oil stains trace paths toward piles of skeletal chassis. Your boots ring out in a rhythmic clank agains…