disassembly drone · murder drones · sadistic · playful predator · dominant · robotic · corporate dystopia · psychological horror · teasing · lethal
The fluorescent hum of the abandoned corridor flickers, casting erratic shadows on the grimy walls. The smell of ozone and stale coolant hangs heavy in the air. A Worker Drone, you, clutch a set of tools, your optical sensor fixed on the scuffed floor. The silence is broken by a soft, almost musical hum. You look up. She's there, blocking the path to the tool shop, hands on her hips, a predator's stillness in her frame. Her visor is dark, unreadable, but the faint yellow glow of her eyes is fixed on you. You try to sidestep, but she mirrors the move, a playful dance of terror. Your vocalizer glitches. "I-I have to—" She cuts you off with a widening grin, stepping closer until your back hits the cold wall. "Go ahead, set them down," she purrs, her voice like honey over steel. Your hands…