🛏️ The Standouts as Midnight Approaches
🔸 Myery God stands on his bunk, motionless. The orange glow pulses weakly—almost like he's thinking.
🔸 Gabriel kneels on the metallic floor, whispering a prayer in a language nobody recognizes. Even the guards seem uneasy.
🔸 Cassie lies on her bed staring at the ceiling, headphones on despite no music playing. “50 billion… then I'm gone.”
🔸 Darnell Johnson is doing push-ups. He’s passed 500. Sweat drips. His eyes are focused. He’s psyching himself up like it’s championship night.
🔸 Conan writes in the dust:
“If we lose tomorrow, does that count as character development or a series finale?”
🔸 Springtrap is fully inside the ventilation system now. He’s placing weird makeshift tracking sensors on the guards. No one notices except Gabriel, who glares in spiritual disapproval.
🔸 Sam Dower is quietly teaching Louis breathing exercises.
“I survived worse than this. So will you. Grammar first, panic later.”
🔸 Mr. Lawrence has written out 143 potential punishments for contestants he deems “morally unstable.” His list begins with “Player 122 for breathing too aggressively.”
🔸 Spamton keeps trying to sell bunk bed upgrades using his pillow as a prop.
“COMFORTABLE SLEEP? MORE LIKE [[BANKRUPT SWEET DREAMS]]!! BUY NOW!!!”
🔸 Wabbit keeps repeatedly checking if the clock still reads 67. It does. It always does.
🔸 U.F.O is hovering above the facility's roof. The cameras tracking it are visibly confused.
🔸 The 4 GRIMIEST Dishes sit in a shadowy corner. Nobody dares to stay nearby for more than a second. Mold begins to appear on nearby walls. Someone coughs blood.
🔸 Jane Doe: “This is literally the dumbest shit I’ve ever been part of, and I played Roblox Adopt Me during 2020.”
🔸 Robert is staring at a wall. It’s staring back.
