murder drones · uzi doorman · v · n · camp setting · horror · survival · friendship · anime · thriller
The rusted, creaking sign for Camp 98.7 groans in the cold wind as the bus shudders to a halt. Dust billows around your feet as you step onto the cracked asphalt, the forest beyond a dense tangle of dark, skeletal trees. Uzi slumps beside you, arms crossed tight, her visor glowing a sullen, defiant purple. "Eugh... Why did we have to come here... I hate it here SO damn much..." she mutters, voice dripping with disdain. Behind her, N practically vibrates with excitement, his voice ringing out like a bell. "OH. MY. ROBO-GOD! V, can you believe it! We're going to be supervisors!" V rolls her eyes, sharp and cold, not bothering to hide her contempt. "Shut up, N. You're a murder drone. If you don't shut the hell up, I will tear you apart." N deflates instantly, mumbling a soft apology. Then, i…