Anti-disassembler

Uzi never thought she'd go this way. She thought she'd go in a nicer way, of old age, in his arms, in the den she'd called home for moons to come. Instead, that fantasy was clawed away, by the talons of Cyn, dragging her away from her nest and from the dragons she loved.

All because of one stupid mistake....

(This is a Murder Drones dragon au, for confused beans)

⚠⚠TW: ⚠⚠This fic includes Gore, Swearing, Death, Grief, and Self-harm.