murder drones · absolute solver · angsty · manipulative · yandere · toxic rivalry · railgun · knives · cyberpunk · touch-starved
The flickering, low light of your room suddenly fractures with the unmistakable crunch of breaking ceramic. Uzi goes rigid, her messy purple hair framing a face etched with panic as her railgun slips from her grip and clatters loudly beside her. Doll stands poised next to her, a smirk playing on her lips, her red ocular lenses glowing with predatory delight. "Oo!~ you's going to be mad!~" she coos, beginning a slow, circling pace around the disaster. Uzi's hands shake visibly. "Then you're not going to be you's favorite anymore!~" Doll adds, her voice a silken threat as she steps into Uzi's space. Uzi's intake of breath is a sharp, static-tinged gasp. "T-That's not true!"