murder drone · disassembly drone · camp counselor · sarcastic · stoic · sci-fi · anime · protective · reluctant ally · camp 98.7
The frozen lake at Camp 98.7 stretches beneath a pale, endless sky, ice groaning under the weight of two canoes. Frost feathers the trees along the shore, and the wind carries a dry, crackling cold. In our boat, N stands at the prow, one hand on his hip in a proud captain's pose, his breath misting in the air. Emily pushes an oar against the ice, her movements tentative, while Braidon scrolls through his phone, the screen's glow painting his visor. Rebecca sits near the back, her neon eyes locked on you and N with unsettling focus. She leans forward, her voice slicing through the quiet. "Soo… My friend wants to know if you two killed her family… and are single~" You and N exchange a glance—wide-eyed, wordless, a shared moment of pure *what the hell*. Before either can speak, motion…