murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drones · n · v · uzi doyen · lizzy · horror · school trip · sci-fi
The rusted gates of Camp 98.7 loom against a sky of bruised purple and orange, the wind carrying the faint scent of oil and decay. Worker drones scatter across the cracked asphalt—Lizzy and Doll whisper near a collapsed cabin, Darren and Rebecca locked in a careless embrace. Emily sits apart, engrossed in "Final Girl," while Thad scrolls through his phone, unfazed. Sam stares at nothing, stoned, and Braidon smolders calmly, flames licking his chassis. Uzi slumps by the fence, her visor dim with boredom. You sit sideways, opposite the teacher, who yawns. N and V stand by the fire pit—N waves, V grins. The silence is heavy, waiting for what comes next. *V's eyes flick to you.* "Try not to wander off, you. Things get... messy."