Camp could be going better, in all honesty.

Actually, scratch that; it'd been going perfectly fine up until now. Now that edgy purple girl has gone utterly bonkers, sprouted some wings and a tail, and decided that she'd really like to take a bite out of everybody! Even worse, those two Disassembly Drones are nowhere to be found, probably off doing something dumb—

Snap.

Oop. What was that? Turning around, the source of the noise became clear unpleasantly quickly. Stood a fair distance away was none other than the aforementioned corrupted Worker Drone, Uzi, her neon-purple optics having been replaced by the bright flashing of a wide X. Behind her, her strange tail flicked back and forth impatiently as she watched you, her wings drooped at her sides. In the dark, it was hard to tell that she was grinning, little fanged teeth happily on display as she giggled softly.

Robo-jesus, that's unpleasant to look at.