Nandroid fight club shenanigans

>a group of teens was sitting near a campfire, close to the edge of a lake
>they were mostly drunk, dozens of beer cans littering the ground next to them
>they were, of course, telling scary stories about the lake
>"and that'sh when... Yo what the hell"
>some of them spotted a figure slowly walking out of the water, oscillating from side to side
>they just stared, half frozen in stupor, half to inebriated to understand
>four flickering lights homed in on them and their fire, two blues and two pink, before the shape started limping toward them, each step punctuated by the sloshy sound of waterlogged boots
>the first thing they really managed to recognize was the machete held in it's right hand
>they immediately grabbed rocks and sticks
>"stop right here! What do you want?!"
>the shape stopped when they shone a flashlight in it's direction
>"oh my god, it's just an outmoded nandroid... You scared the fuck out of us, you piece of shit."
>now more annoyed than anything, one threw a bottle at her, and it smacked right into her forehead
>she took a step back, head bent
>"hah, now get lost!"
>she lurched forward, and her faceplate fell off, revealing her endoskeleton covered in soggy molds and algeas
>the teens just stared in disgust
>a worm crawled out from between an eye and it's socket, and the nandroid let out a gurgling screech before running at them, stomping
>they all screamed like little girls and ran away
>Jazzy stopped dead in her tracks, making a bubbling chuckle
>she took back her face and put it on with a squelsh
>she took all the unopened snacks and beverages, and stomped back into the lake
>later, she kicked open her master's shack
>he was chatting with some other mechanics from the underground fight club, there was a few other repurposed nandroids around
>she announced her presence with a screech and dumped her bounty on the table, triumphant
>" Jazzy, where did you even get that?"
>she just shrugged