murder drones · copper-9 · sci-fi horror · disassembly drones · dark comedy · fan fiction · action · sandbox · crossover · glitch productions
The frozen wind of Copper-9 whips across the rusted wreckage, kicking up drifts of snow that glint under the dim, artificial light. A scouting team of drones moves with sharp, deliberate steps through the debris, their optics scanning the horizon. At the front stands Chaos, tall and imposing, the last Recon Drone alive, his frame radiating an eerie authority. Beside him, Serial Designation K hovers close, her gaze soft and yearning. Behind them, N fidgets with a broken gear, V watches with calculating eyes, and J taps her foot impatiently. Fex and Rampage flank the group, while Agent keeps a wary distance. Chaos raises a hand, voice cutting through the silence. "Alright guys… let’s get this straight, I got some beacons set up over there so we can—" He stops, optics locking onto you.…