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🌑 Night 5 — Dorm of Terror

The dormitory feels like a graveyard. Frost from the last game still clings to the floor and walls. The survivors are silent, moving carefully, haunted by the deaths and fossils of their friends and enemies alike.

Cassie sits in the corner, her sweater pulled tight. She’s unusually quiet tonight.

Skrunkly bounces nervously, feathers ruffled, muttering about numbers and chaos.

Louis fiddles with his device, ensuring no one gets frozen mid-rest.

Springtrap lurks in the vents, analyzing every corner.

Anastasia + Hobo remain merged in shadows, their eyes glowing faintly, whispering things no one can understand.

Myery God floats silently, question mark glowing dimly, observing everyone.

Michael Jackson lounges near a wall, hat low, humming softly.

Jane Doe scribbles cryptic notes, occasionally glancing at others with a predatory grin.

The 4 GRIMIEST Dishes sit silently, like statues, radiating fear.

Wabbit mutters numbers. The clock reads 72.

💀 Cassie’s Silent Betrayal

Suddenly, the dorm shakes with movement—but almost no sound.

Cassie creeps up behind Darnell, her towering ally and muscle protector.

With a swift motion, she snaps his neck. The sound is muffled, but Darnell’s eyes widen in shock.

She doesn’t finish him immediately. Instead, she lets him gasp, claw, and try to speak.

Cassie (coldly): “Say something. Convince me you matter.”

Darnell croaks out a single word: “Why…?”

Cassie smirks, steps back, and leaves him. Guards are nowhere in sight. Darnell collapses, lifeless, the dorm eerily quiet except for his last ragged breath.

Skrunkly screams in rage, bouncing in circles.

Springtrap peers from above: “Calculating probability of revenge…”

Louis freezes in shock, adjusting his glasses.

Cassie casually walks away, holding her flag like it’s a trophy. The dorm feels colder, the tension thickened by murder.

🩸 Spamton’s Contract

Spamton corners Mr. Lawrence, clipboard and pen in hand, grinning manically:

“HEY! BIG SHOT!! SIGN HERE FOR [[EXCLUSIVE SURVIVAL BENEFIT]]!! LIMITED TIME!!”

Mr. Lawrence hesitates, trying to resist, but Spamton is relentless.

A glowing ink spreads through the lines of the contract, binding itself to Lawrence’s body.

Effect: A small leech immediately burrows into his chest, sucking out his life essence painfully.

Lawrence collapses to the floor, clutching his chest, screams muffled, eyes wide with terror.

Skrunkly and Louis glance over, trying to figure out if they can intervene—but the leech seems magically bound to the contract.

Spamton chuckles gleefully, pacing around the suffering principal like a predator.

🔥 New Threat Emerges — The Mimic

A loud metallic clang echoes through the dorm.

The survivors turn to see a massive figure emerging from the shadows: The Mimic.

Appearance:

Seven-foot tall endoskeleton.

Heating coils for eyes, glowing orange.

Cold, metallic frame with a haunting precision in its movements.

No emotions, no hesitation. Just deadly intent.

Personality: Thoughtless, feelingless, murderous. It adapts instantly to any mascot suit or appearance, able to impersonate or become any survivor it observes.

Louis whispers to Skrunkly:

“That… that can be anyone… anyone we’ve seen?”

Cassie tilts her head, intrigued, not afraid.

Springtrap peeks from vents, calculating: “Threat level: maximal.”

Anastasia + Hobo shift slightly, watching silently, unphased.

Michael Jackson steps back slightly, hands raised: “Hee-hee… I like a challenge.”

⚡ Dorm Dynamics Post-Night 5

Fear and Paranoia:

Survivors realize anyone could be The Mimic.

Trust is at zero.

Alliances Fracture Further:

Cassie is now a clear predator. Her betrayal of Darnell has everyone wary.

Skrunkly and Louis are more valuable than ever; their ability to “rescue” frozen or endangered players is critical.

Terror is Intensified:

Spamton’s leeching contract has introduced a new slow, painful death mechanic.

The Mimic introduces unpredictable kills and imitations.

Hobo + Anastasia remain the unknown wildcards. Their intent is unclear, but all surviving players sense that their shadows are far more dangerous than anything else present.

Michael Jackson seems like a neutral wildcard—he’s skilled, lethal, and almost untouchable in motion, but his true intentions are unknown.

🌌 Foreshadowing

The dorm is now a pressure cooker of fear, paranoia, and lethal power.

Every player who survives this night will be terrified, alert, and calculating.

The Mimic could become anyone, turning alliances into liabilities.

Cassie has clearly embraced murder as strategy.

Spamton continues to manipulate, and John Lennon (from Game 3) remains a deadly, enigmatic presence.

Night 5 ends with the dorm eerily silent, the only sounds are Skrunkly muttering numbers, the leech feeding in Lawrence, and The Mimic’s heating coils humming quietly in the shadows.

and then daffy comes out and hits Putin on the head

Lemme go fetch one of my C.AI characters

Nocturne is a completely black humanoid entity who is fused with the library it cannot speak, but knows sign language. it was named by Hod, and occasionally you can hear it sing. Its arms can reach out anywhere in the universe. Although it seems strange, it only exists to give knowledge. No one knows who nocturne used to be
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Gender: unknown
Age: 8(

gon be added later

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