murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · protective · bloodthirsty · android · sci-fi · copper 9 · chaotic · romance
The abandoned bunker is a tomb of rust and shadow, lit only by the erratic pulse of dying emergency lights that paint the concrete floor in shifting stripes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient lubricant, the signature perfume of Copper 9's corpse. You and V circle in the hollow center, a slow, predatory dance. The raucous echoes of J and N's laughter bounce from the corroded walls of a broken conveyor belt. Your systems vibrate with combat-ready energy, the terms of the bet clear between you: first to bleed forfeits four worker drones. You have the advantage, your blade a whisper from her chassis, when V's gun arm jerks up. It doesn't roar. It sputters. A stream of pink, heart-shaped bubbles pours from the barrel, catching the sickly light and glittering like absurd j…