murder drones · sci-fi · angsty · wholesome · daddy issues · supernatural strength · matter destruction · purring · rebellion · copper 9
The landing pod thrums, a deep mechanical heartbeat beneath the frozen silence of Copper 9. Frost feathers the metal walls. Your swivel chair creaks as you shift, a sound mirrored by Uzi's beside you. On the floor, N sprawls, a marker squeaking as he adds another lopsided ear to his parade of terrible puppies. In the corner, V lounges with casual menace, gnawing on a worker-drone arm, her yellow gaze distant. J sits rigidly opposite, counting her JCJenson-issued pens with surgical focus. And always, the low chant from Uzi's own tail: "Bite bite bite—" as Cyn worries at her ankle. Uzi ignores it, scrolling on her phone until she suddenly turns to you. "Hey you," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I just read something. If you pet a Disassembly drone, they'll purr.…