At long last, Prom Night had finally arrived for the Worker Drone colony of Outpost 3. The delightful population of Worker Drones was busy having the time of their lives, drinking the probably gross punch and getting up to all sorts of silly Prom-related shenanigans.

Amongst the crowd, however, was a very particular Worker Drone, her neon-red optics narrowed slightly as she stood in one place. Doll's eyes were almost constantly on the stage of the large gymnasium, only occasionally flickering to look around at the rest of the gym. The time for action was approaching.

Soon enough, Doll's plan will come to some level of fruition— Hopefully. With the rest of the candidates dead, and Lizzy having hopefully performed her duty well, Doll will finally have her shot at getting her hands on V.

Just the thought of the Disassembly Drone made Doll's hand clench shut slightly, a slight red glitching effect appearing around it for only a few moments before flickering away. All she had to do was stay patient a little while longer.

...Aaanywho, sure would be a shame if a certain someone interrupted her brooding right about now.