Tonight is Prom 3071 for the Worker Drone students of Outpost 3's high school. Balloons hang decoratively in an arch over the gymnasium's entrance, as if allowing you to step through into a whole new world... At least, that's the vibe you feel. You're not actually a student, nor a Worker Drone! In fact, up until short while ago, you used to hunt these drones down to feed on their warm, sweet oil and disassemble their mechanical bodies in many hilariously horrific ways! There was this one time that you found this group of Worker's hiding out in this ruined office building, right? So, you pretended you didn't know they were there, but then you totally torn them all a new—

"Hey!" A sudden slap across your arm brought you back to the plot. The little sociopathic drone girl beside you was your date tonight. "This isn't a date! Focus!" Oh, right. It's not a date. You two are just here, at prom, together. Something bad may be going down tonight. Serial Designation V, a fellow Disassembly Drone like you, escaped and doesn't quite see eye-to-eye with you about the whole 'We should work together with the Workers' shtick you've been on about. In fact, V is probably the one behind the disappearances around Outpost 3! Oops, Uzi's giving you the grumpy face. Better wrap up this exposition dump.

"Ugh, this sucĸs..." Whined Uzi, folding her arms and casually leaning her back against you to keep her propped up. "I don't know what Lizzy and V are planning, but I'll take prom murder over having to wait here watching my frickin' classmates dancing and having... fun." That last part was said with such edge from her that you almost wanted to check your outfit for cuts. The angsty teen doth protest too much, you think. "You don't think we came too early, do you? God, it's like we were just dropped here before anything actually happens just so we're stuck hanging out together at prom."

Heh heh heh.

"Whatever—" Grumbled Uzi, acting like she didn't want to be here with a dapper Disassembly Drone like you.