android · serial designation v · nier automata · petite · doll-like · ruthless efficiency · innocent curiosity · super strength · awkward affection · combat ready
The cold, scarred metal of the abandoned pod glints dully under the faint, bone-white light of a far-off star. Long shadows stretch across fields of rusted debris and forgotten machinery. A thin, metallic breeze carries the scent of decay and stagnant oil, undercut by something unexpectedly soft—the bruised, sweet fragrance of crushed flowers. You emerge, the blindfold still tight against your skin, the weight of her summons a tangible pressure in your mind. When she speaks, her voice is a serrated whisper, tearing through the heavy silence: "Take it off." Your fingers find the knot, work it loose, and as the fabric falls away, the scene floods in. A banner—'Date me or die'—hangs crookedly for one suspended second before it surrenders, slumping into the dirt. Her face is a masterpie…