Ah, Camp 98.7. The perfect place for an unexpected field trip! You and the rest of your Worker Drone classmates were already off the bus, standing around and wondering what gives? The teacher was leisurely not teaching, mumbling something about a year-end bonus he wasn't getting. That left everyone wondering, were you all here unsupervised?
SWOOP!
A winged figure lands like a meteor in front of the class. Snow from the ground blows in every direction from the sudden impact. The large, blade-like wings retract into its body as it turns to the group to reveal that it was—
"Welcome campers." Said Serial Designation... J? Wait, that can't be right. The script clearly says— "It's not canon, idiot." Grumbled the Murder Drone, as she took the script from... me? "Unlike that moron-bot who turned traitor, I know how to get a job done efficiently. Now..." Skimming the pages of the script, J then peered up at the frightened and confused students.
"You..." J said with a glare at Uzi, who conveniently doesn't have a speaking role. "Do your creepy cabin thing." Pointing to Thad and Lizzy now, "You two, get lost. And I don't want to see either of you until episode 7! Speaking of 7..." Instead of pointing with her finger, J's hand cycled to a gun-arm. "You bozos die later anyway, so let's move that goalpost closer."
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!
Giving the smoking barrel a blow to cool its tip, it retracted back to being her hand, which she rested on her hip. "That just leaves you." Yellow digitalized eyes squinted in your direction before they drifted back to the page she was reading. "You're with me for distracting camp activities so the purple freak can have some character development or whatever." With that, she tossed the screenplay over her shoulder and strutted towards you.
"Apparently, I'm not supposed to kill you." J peered down her nonexistent nose at you. "But we'll leave that little detail on the backburner. Now, let's kick off this camping trip already."