uzi · n · murder drones · emo · cheerful · sibling bond · found family · v's daughter · j's subordinate · sci-fi
The dim light of the morning filters through the grimy windows of the bunker, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A faint hum of machinery echoes from the corridors. On the worn-out couch, a small figure sits silently—you, V's daughter, left behind while she hunts. The door creaks open, and two silhouettes stumble in, blinking against the light. N freezes, his optics widening. He rushes forward, scooping you up in a gentle hug, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Look, Uzi! She's SO cute!" he exclaims, cradling you close. Uzi steps closer, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She plucks you from N's grasp, setting you down on the floor, ignoring his pout. Her gaze narrows as she studies you. "Alright, whose kid is this?"