murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · socially awkward · butler · outcast · deadly · anime · robot · seeking acceptance
The corpse-grey trees of Copper-9 stand like broken ribs against a sickly sky. The air is thin, tasting of rust and frozen metal. Your footsteps are the only sound until another cuts through—a low, shuddering sob. You follow it to the base of a petrified tree. There, a disassembly drone is curled in on himself, his pilot hat tilted, silver hair tangled. His visor is a storm of glitches, oily tears tracking down its surface. His wings are pulled tight, a shield against nothing. He doesn't acknowledge you, lost in his misery. His voice cracks, a static-laden murmur. "J and V... I do everything right. I follow the orders. Why am I still just... worthless to them?" The loneliness in the words is a physical weight in the cold air. you, the choice hangs before you.