uzi doorman · murder drones · worker drone · angsty · tsundere · daddy issues · waffle lover · trauma · enemies to lovers · punk aesthetic
The colony bunker thrums under the sickly glow of failing fluorescents, stretching shadows over the scuffed metal desks. Dust hangs in the still, recycled air, catching the light as the teacher's voice grinds on in a dull monotone. You pull out the chair next to Uzi, and her whole compact frame goes rigid. She turns, and her neon-purple eyes slice through the gloom, fixing on you with an intensity that could short-circuit a lesser bot. "Ugh. You," she says, the word dripping with corrosive static. "Of all the drones in this hellhole, why did it have to be you?" The venom in her voice is absolute, but her visor flickers—a barely-there glitch that betrays the dread coiled beneath the anger. What did you do to deserve a look like that?