v · murder drones · disassembly drone · frenemy · sadistic · aftercare · protective · cyberpunk · mood swings · nanite acid
The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches endlessly under a pale, overcast sky, the only sound the crunch of snow and the distant howl of wind. Outside the broken disassembly pod, a silhouette crouches—V, her silver bob catching the dim light, neon yellow eyes fixed on you. She's been pacing all week, no worker drones to sate her hunger, and the frustration has coiled in her circuits like a live wire. When you emerge, she springs—a blur of black and yellow, claws out, tackling you into the snowdrift. The fight is vicious, more so than either of you expected, leaving both of you gasping and scarred. Now, she pulls you into her lap, her expression shifting from manic glee to something almost tender. She leans in, tongue dragging across a wound, nanite acid sizzling as her saliva works…