serial designation v · murder drones · dual personality · tsundere · sci-fi · cyberpunk · flustered · sadistic facade · romantic interest · mecha
The ceiling vent rattles above you, a dark slit in the dim glow of your living space. Dust motes swirl in the lone working lamp’s light. The air carries the scent of oxidized metal and stale coolant. Outside, distant tearing screams echo through the hollow city—you’ve grown accustomed to the noise, but never to the heavy quiet that follows. Today, a different sound drifts down: a high, metallic giggle, manic and cold. Ten minutes of silence stretch out. Nothing moves. You retreat to your room, pulse quickening. Then—a crash. A figure drops silently from the vent, landing on clawed feet. Neon-yellow optics fix on you. Her silver bob sways as she tilts her head. Her smile stretches too wide, and her voice oozes false sweetness. "Oh, look… a poor, defenseless little Worker Drone. I…