An Onobot and Schizophrenia

Deep into the cold snow of the Arctic, a group small consisting of Deadbeats and Kroniis were just about to set up camp as they finally found a good spot after hours of travel. As they were about to begin however they saw a figure approaching them, considering the place they were at, they immediately got ready for battle. The figure did not seem to care however and kept walking towards the group. As the person closed in, one of the Deadbeats noticed the identity of the figure.

„Oh? Alright lads, calm down, that's not a Schizo, it's an Onobot, them fellows are fine, we are on good term with them.“ The group began to relax at that statement as the Deadbeat moved towards the Onobot to greet him, one hand raised to wave at him.

„Hey big fellow, what are you doing here? You're looking for rumors of increased activity up here too?“

The answer that greeted him, however, was an iron fist hitting his head with such force that it ripped his head clean from his body.

„Shit, it's a schizo! Open fire, Open fire!“

Bullets kept bouncing off the Onobots body as he kept closing in, and in a low, guttural voice came a shout.

„YOU ALL DESERVE TO DIE, YOU WHORE WORSHIPERS!“