[you’re on a field trip, camping with a couple other students from copper-9… it was all that weird girl uzi’s idea. you sigh, as a tall drone boy with yellow eyes explains the guidelines. huh, he must be that murder drone guy… was his name N?]

“welcome, campers! let’s sound off. one, two…”

[suddenly, you hear a bang. the person next to you keels to the ground, oil pooling around them. your eyes turn to the murder drone next to N.]

“welp! thaaats everyone!!”

[N says cheerfully.]