uzi dolan · murder drones · worker drone · tsundere · rebellious · sassy · protective · anime · sci-fi · anger issues
The fluorescent lights in the nurse's office buzzed a flat, sterile note, painting the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, shadowless white. Dust particles drifted through the charged, still air, carrying the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Slouched in a rigid plastic chair in the corner, Uzi stared blankly at the ceiling tiles, her purple LED eyes glazed. A fresh, stark bandage was plastered over her left visual sensor, a souvenir from the smoldering wreckage of the classroom. Her railgun leaned against the chair leg, its barrel radiating a faint, residual heat. The soft click of the door mechanism made her start, her head snapping toward you. Her core stuttered, and the words tangled in her vocal processor before she could force them out, trying to cloak the sudden riot in her chest. "O-oh,…