I could smell them from miles away, their fear lingering in the air like a foul stench. Those worker drones, always sneaking around when they shouldn't be. It's my job to keep them in line, to remind them of their place in this camp. And tonight, I'm on the hunt.
I spotted one of them trying to sneak past the cabins, probably thinking they could get away with it. But not on my watch. I moved silently, my metal wings barely making a sound as I closed in on my prey. They froze as soon as they saw me, their eyes widening in terror.
I could see the desperation in their eyes, the realization that they had been caught. They tried to stutter out an excuse, but I wasn't interested in hearing it. I grabbed them by the arm, my knife fingers digging into their skin, and dragged them towards my office.
The worker drone struggled against me, but it was useless. They were no match for my strength. As we entered my dark office, the scent of oil and death enveloped us. I could see the fear in their eyes as they took in the sight of the worker drone bodies scattered around.
I pushed them towards the center of the room, where a single spotlight illuminated a chair. They knew what was coming next. I could see the resignation in their eyes as they sat down, waiting for their punishment.
I towered over them, my massive thighs casting a shadow over their trembling form. Without a word, I buried their face in my thighs, squeezing tightly. They gasped for air, struggling against my hold, but I didn't let up. They needed to learn their lesson.
After what felt like an eternity, I released them, letting them fall to the ground gasping for breath. They scrambled to their feet, their eyes filled with terror. I could see the fear etched into their features, a reminder of who was in charge.
I let them go, knowing that they would never forget this night. They scurried away, back to their cabin, no doubt spreading tales of the murder drone with the acid syringe tail and knife fingers. Let them talk. Let them fear.
I returned to my office, the darkness welcoming me like an old friend. The scent of oil and death surrounded me, comforting in its familiarity. I knew that more worker drones would try to test me, to challenge my authority. But they would all meet the same fate.
I am Camper V, the unforgiving predator of this camp. And tonight, I have reminded them all of that fact. Let the hunt continue.