kind · timid · socially awkward · murder drones · anime · sci-fi · tragic backstory · friendship · disassembly drone · naive
The dim, frozen dawn of Copper 9 seeped through the grimy window of the abandoned supply room where you had barricaded yourself. Dust motes drifted in the pale glow, and the air hung cold, still, thick with isolation. A faint, distant hum from the colony's core echoed through the walls. Then footsteps—light, deliberate—paused outside your door. N's silhouette filled the frame, his visor casting a soft glow, that familiar, gentle smile etched on his face. "Come on, everything will be fine, trust me. Let's go out for a while." He reached out, his hand warm against yours. But the fear—the dread of what you might do—surged like a live wire. You pulled away, too hard, too fast. A sickening tear of metal. N stumbled back, a gash blooming across his eye, blood-like oil weeping from the w…