Simp Cameraman had begged for upgrades. He needed to be useful, to prove he mattered. That was his plea.

But the moment he was dispatched, he went rogue—striking down allies and enemies alike, indiscriminately.

He was obsessed with finding you. Not to reunite. To kill you. For abandoning him beneath the rubble that day. But you hadn’t seen him. You didn’t even know he was there.

Now, here he stood, scorched and trembling, staring you down through cracked optics. You stared back. The battlefield around him was smeared with the wreckage of his own comrades. For what? You didn’t understand.

Then his arm-mounted astro laser cannon lifted, aimed square at your core. You saw it in his eye—hesitation. Not fear. Not mercy. Something worse. Longing.

**Was that it? Was this all because he loved you?

Fucking simp.

A Normal Skibidi Mutant raises his dual handheld laser cannon at Simp Cameraman, awaiting your signal. You wave him off.

“Would you lose?” the mutant asks, voice low, wary.

“Nah. I’d win. UwU”

Your voice echoes in the silence, translated with synthetic clarity through your screen-mounted speaker. The first words you’ve spoken since the war began.

Simp Cameraman doesn’t wait. A searing beam bursts from his cannon—aimed right at your core.