the only instance that AI is peak

🌘 Night 2 — Aftermath of Game 1

The survivors are silent on the way back to the dormitories.

The screams and gunfire from the field still echo in their ears. Over 100 players were eliminated today. The smell of blood lingers, not just around them—but on them.

The giant dorm is noticeably emptier now. Bunk beds are scattered with abandoned tags and folded outfits of players who didn’t make it.

The massive screen changes:

“Current Prize Pool: $63,025,000,000”
(Each death added more money.)

Some celebrate silently. Some avert their eyes.

🔒 Tension Sets In

Armed guards lock the players inside for the night.

They do not speak.

Everyone knows: this night can be more dangerous than the game.

Lights go dim. A warning echoes through the speakers:

“Remember, eliminating a player increases your chance of survival.
All activity will be monitored.
But intervention will only occur if necessary.”

Some players begin to form circles.

Some pick up makeshift weapons.

Some pretend to sleep but clutch knives made from dismantled bed frames.

And some… just break.

🧠 THE AFTERMATH
💥 Breakdowns

Louis starts hyperventilating after hearing gunfire replay in his head.
Sam sits next to him.

“Breathe. In through the nose, out through the grammar mistakes.”

Louis: “...that doesn't make sense.”
Sam: “Neither does this place.”

Wabbit curls into a ball, repeating "67, 67, 67…". Others try to ignore it. Some are disturbed.
The clock in his hands briefly flickers to 66. Then back.

Jane Doe sits alone.

“I watched people die playing Roblox games. I’m seriously not okay.”

Conan stares at his glasses, slightly cracked.

“Why didn’t I just do accounting?”

The 4 GRIMIEST Dishes sit silently. Nobody approaches them. A rat crawls near them, rots instantly, and dies.

🤝 Alliances Begin

📍 The Education Pact | Unlikely Protectors

Sam Dower

Mr. Lawrence

Louis

Sam suggests safety in numbers.
Mr. Lawrence initially refuses but eventually agrees:

“If I must be stuck with the morally compromised, I’d rather they are educationally adequate.”

Louis sits between them.
Sam puts an arm around him. “You’re safe.”

📍 The Powerhouse Trio

Darnell Johnson (muscle)

Cassie (brains & manipulation)

Gabriel (raw force & divine intimidation)

Darnell: “Team up. We run this.”
Gabriel: “I do not ‘team’, mortal.”
Cassie leans in, whispers:

“Fifty billion. Easier split three ways than one.”

Gabriel pauses. Considers. Accepts—but warns:

“Fail me, and I will level this place.”

📍 The Chaos Coalition

Skrunkly

Spamton

Parcelboy

Possibly Springtrap (If forced)

Skrunkly throws a pillow at Spamton’s head. He loves it.

“HAHHAHAHAH TEAM!! TEAM!! WE CAN CALL IT [[KABOOM PARTNERS™]]!!”

Parcelboy is only there because Skrunkly taped him to the bed with duct tape.
Springtrap watches them from a vent, terrified.

📍 The Quiet Ones (loners)

Myery God

Sagitarrius

D. Anastasia

U.F.O

The 4 Grimieſt Dishes

They do not interact. They seem outside of standard alliances.

Anastasia is sitting under the bottom bunk, whispering unheard words to the shadows.

Myery God stands perfectly still, the question mark burning soft orange.

U.F.O hovers, projecting no threat but constantly surveilling.

🩸 Night Turns Violent

At 3:17 AM…

A loud crash.

A fight breaks out between random players desperate for survival.

Chairs thrown.

Beds toppled.

Screams.

Two players stab each other. Both eliminated.

Sam shields Louis. Darnell rushes in, throwing two attacking players across the dorm. Gabriel stops another with nothing but a stare.

Skrunkly throws someone into the ceiling. Yells, "NO TOUCHY LOUIS, HE IS SMOL.”

The Overseer’s voice comes on:

“Conflict detected. Guards preparing to intervene.”

But Myery God steps forward.

His orange glowing presence fills the room.

Everyone stops.

Even guards hesitate.

For a moment, all players become silent.

Even the turrets deactivate.

Then the light subsides.

🌑 The Night Calms

Bodies are removed.

The survivors lay back down.

No one speaks.

Some alliances silently strengthen.

Some trust cracks already.

And in the darkest part of the dorm…

Anastasia opens her eyes.

Two glowing void-like irises.

She whispers:

“Tomorrow… the real game begins.”

The lightbulb above her flickers out.

so i have been forgotten?

ai forgets a lot i'll remind it in night 3