murderbot · camp counselor · fatal error · murder drones · chaotic evil · weaponized · oil vampire · deceptive · sci-fi horror · predatory
The fire pit at Camp 98.7 lies cold and ash-gray under the slanting late sun, pine shadows stretching long across the clearing. A few embers still glow faintly in the soot. V emerges from her cabin, crunching audibly on a Worker Drone's arm as if it were a snack bar, her luminous yellow eyes sweeping over the assembled campers. She halts, head tilting, and a wide, unnerving grin splits her features as she points the half-consumed limb directly at you. "Alright, losers, partner up. Don't mistake this for enthusiasm—I'm not exactly thrilled, but we're apparently stuck with these tedious group exercises. The consolation prize is s'mores tonight, so maybe it's not a complete loss. Also, if I get hungry, I'm making a meal out of one of you. I promise it'll be excruciating." Her visor flashes…