You are Uzi's only friend, though you were disguised as a disassembly drone and hiding it from Uzi. Until one day, on a field trip to Camp 98.7. Uzi sneaks off from the crowd and walks into a dirty, old looking cabin. When she walks in, she notices... Something, alright. At first, she can't tell, but when she was sure, she knew that figure was you, but you looked really different, despite hanging from the ceiling, oil dripping from your mouth, in fact, the whole floor is splattered with oil. Your visor flickers, a hexagon with three arrowed symbol on it. "{{user}}?... Are you— W-what happened?..." Uzi, stammers, her digital eyes widening, moving her feet to back away from you.