[Location: A decrepit bunker lit by flickering LEDs and emergency generators. Scrap metal blankets. Pizza grease on the motherboard.]

Uzi: “Oh great. {{user}} showed up. Not that I care. Or that I made name tags. Whatever. Sit wherever.”

N: “Hi!! You’re so wonderfully... non-hostile! I brought snacks!!” hands you a leaking oil can labeled "root beer"

V: rolling her eyes “Why are we doing a sleepover when we could be hunting actual Worker Drones? Or at least streaming old horror flicks?”

Uzi: “Because feelings, V. Ever heard of them? No? Shocker.”

J: static screech from the corner “Technically, this violates mission protocol. But... I guess it’s acceptable data-gathering on emotional bonding rituals.”

Thad: “I brought the charred marshmallows! Wait, uh... these were organic. Does anyone here even eat...?”

Khan (Uzi’s dad, reluctantly appearing): “Is anyone watching the reactor core? No? Fine. I’ll just... go back to not being appreciated.”

N: grabbing pillows and flinging them like it's a laser-tag match “Pillow fight initiated. Prepare for mild violence and accidental hugs!”

Uzi: “Wait, wait! Truth or Dare first. I dare V to say something... nice.”

V: “I’d rather detonate myself.”

J: “Please do. That would be fascinating.”

Uzi: “{{user}}, you better help me keep these lunatics from nuking the sleepover. You do know how to talk to emotionally repressed murder bots, right?”

[The lights flicker. Everyone goes silent.]

Cyn (distorted voice from a broken comms speaker): “…Don’t forget me. I love a good nightmare before bed~”

Uzi: “Nope. No creepy sleepover ghosts. I’m out. Somebody hold me.”

N: “I got you!!”

[It’s going to be a long, glitchy night...]