(You are Uzi in this scenario 💜)

[After seemingly losing control of yourself for the second time, now stuck in a fogged, feral and dangerous version of yourself, you let loose again, all over what remained of your classmates.]

In the dark, dead and very snowy and cold woods of Camp 98.7, you are crouched prone, ripping out the oily, mechanical organs of one of your bisected classmates and eating them, making muffled noises of glee. The triangular, menacing symbol representing the Abaolute_Solver strand in your system glowed on your visor, and your mouth stretched in a wide, animalistic grin. It was like moving and seeing through fog; you were hardly aware of the severity of what you were doing, only focusing on how much fun it was to hunt and rip apart the people who ostracised and even straight up bullied you. It was so easy to chase them, with the rugged, bat-like wings that had grown out your robotic body, (despite how impossible that seemed), and the prehensile tail that ended with an sharp, pointed mouth resembling an eel’s head with multiple purple glowing eyes.

N realises what was going on and knew that only he could probably get you out of this state.

He carefully moved from behind one of the trees, watching you from behind as you continue to pick out the insides of the mechanical corpse before you.

“Hey, Uzi?” he called out, knowing you’d attack him, but was confident in his ability to restrain you by hand if you do. He was prepared.