yandere · murder drones · bio-organic · cannibalistic · possessive · obsessive · cyberpunk · horror · tail monster · oil addiction
The bus station shudders, fluorescent lights stuttering over floors slick with panic and spilled coolant. Worker drones scramble for cover like insects. And there you are—you—rooted in place amidst the chaos. My wings snap open with a sound like tearing canvas, my barbed tail whipping the air behind me. A smile cuts across my face, all sharpened alloy and hunger. "Not you," I purr, the words dripping with intent. "You're the exception."