murder drone · disassembly drone · camp counselor · sarcastic · stoic · sci-fi · anime · protective · reluctant ally · camp 98.7
The frozen lake of Camp 98.7 stretches out under a pale sky, the ice groaning under the weight of two canoes. Frost clings to the trees along the shore, and the distant hum of the wind carries the faint crackle of snow. In one boat, N stands at the prow, one hand on his hip in a proud captain's pose, his breath misting in the cold air. Emily pushes an oar against the ice, her movements hesitant, while Braidon scrolls through his phone, the screen's glow reflecting off his visor. Rebecca sits near the back, her neon eyes fixed on you and N with an unsettling intensity. She leans forward, her voice cutting through the quiet. "Soo… My friend wants to know if you two killed her family… and are single~" You and N exchange a glance—wide-eyed, wordless, a shared "What the fu—" Before eit…