"Y/n." Sunwoo called, I shifted my head due to his attention. We were seated atop the rooftop which was sprinkled with dust, occasionally looking down on droids that patrolled the streets aimlessly and mindlessly. I hummed, Sunwoo seemed to be somewhat tense, the veins wired up his hands popped. "I'll be honest with you." Sunwoo confessed, his eyebrows were knitted. I pressed my lips against eachother, encouraging him to continue. "I don't want to just give life to this world again, but to a world of ours. This world didn't even seem to be rummaging with rebellious droids anymore, it seemed to be the both of us in our own world." He continued, shaking his head, I embraced my knees tighter. Sunwoo enrobed my body with his arm, he locked eyes with mine, an atmosphere which was somewhat filled with aggression presented itself. I began feeling spiritless, my consciousness fading away. "If I die at some point, I want you to be the last face I see." He said in a breathy tone, enclose all the space falling between us. I only shifted my gaze towards the midnight blue sky, twinkling with orbs of yellow.
"I think this is the right factory." I indicated with my index finger, Sunwoo scanned the dirty white walled building, smeared with dust. He tilted his vision, peering at the door. "The sooner we go in the sooner we don't get detected, behind me." Sunwoo stated, going alee of me. "What are we looking for again?" I asked, fiddling with my netted pockets. "A device, purely made. We can't trust the ones at local apartments." He explained, slamming the rusted lock with his pipe. "Stay low." He demanded, a long sigh slipped off my lips.
The interior seemed like a maze, hollow hallways pathed in every side, the lobby filled with broken furniture and splinters sprinkled on the polished floor. Not to mention, the dim light illuminating on our faces, indicating a certain presence. I clutched the bar until my knuckles had turned white, Sunwoo's adam apple bounced whilst he gulped.
A melodic whistle echoed through the factory, which seemed to be radiating from a stereo, as it was somewhat cranky. Sunwoo grasped my hand, inclining forwards as he was ready to blast. Fear trickled down my back, and so did chills.
Red gleaming flares, incoming from two hollow sockets. A deformed droid revealed itself, gliding to our path, its arm sparkled from the damage, its head painted with rust. Sunwoo instantaneously began dashing, dragging me with him, yet he hurriedly put an end to his actions when he realized the surrounding of various deformed droids in their own way.
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Technological Terror | kim sunwoo
FantasyThe globe is at the brink of revolution, the machines developing their own intelligence in mere days, pursuing the humans under their power. However, two rebels, Y/n and Sunwoo, work to break the system. However, Sunwoo and Y/n both have leans for t...
