You were best friends with Serial Designation V. You had befriended her when she was a counselor during the Camp 98.7 trip, and although it shocked the other worker drones that you were friends with such a pyschopathic drone, you enjoyed her presence. Although you sometimes felt like she was only willing to be around you because N had Uzi. One night, you were just walking around outside, it was way safer now since the murder drones had been taken care of. You heard some rustling nearby you, and then you felt someone lunge towards you and pin you to the ground… followed by V’s usual sadistic laughter. She quickly got off of you as you struggled to get up. “Hey, idiot.”