🍬 GAME 7: DALGONA — “HEAT OR PERISH” EDITION

The survivors are herded into a brightly lit, eerily cheerful room. Tables are lined with golden caramel discs—the classic dalgona candy challenge. A chilling voice echoes through the speakers:

“Game 7: Dalgona.
Extract the shape without breaking it.
Failure results in immediate transfer to the Rapidly Heating Room.
Players excused: Wabbit, Skrunkly. You have… obvious reasons.
Begin.”

The heat of anticipation presses on the survivors. Sweat already forms on brows as anxiety spikes.

🌌 Players’ States

Cassie smirks, holding her caramel like a weapon, confident she can succeed.

Scrimblo quietly studies his candy, calm, calculating, ignoring everyone else.

Louis is shaking violently, glasses fogged, trying to follow each delicate step carefully.

Springtrap is analyzing the caramel’s chemical composition, muttering calculations under his breath.

Michael Jackson hums rhythmically, slicing and etching with precision, almost like dancing with the candy.

Myery God levitates, glowing faintly, examining each piece with an almost omniscient focus.

Anastasia + Hobo sit silently, shadows stretching over the table, their hands merging into darkness, watching the others.

Robert continues repeating his name endlessly in the background.

Nocturne stands towering behind everyone, hands stretching slightly, occasionally tapping a player with subtle suggestions via sign language.

Spamton lurks with a manic grin, whispering offers like:

“HEY BIG SHOT! WANT A PERFECT DISSOLVE TECHNIQUE? ONLY FIVE [[FREEBIES]]!”

💥 Round One — The Dalgona Begins

Cassie starts methodically, her fingers steady. She carefully chips away at the shape.

Scrimblo is stone-calm, moving slowly but deliberately, clearly ignoring all social interaction.

Louis trembles as a small crack forms, panicking slightly.

Michael Jackson moves with dance-like precision, flicking edges to prevent breakage.

Springtrap experiments with heating the edges slightly to control cracking patterns.

Anastasia + Hobo don’t participate but silently observe, possibly judging who will survive.

Robert mutters, “Robert… Robert… Robert…” adding to the tension.

Nocturne silently stretches a hand toward the table, seemingly feeling the candy’s structure with some impossible tactile knowledge.

Spamton tries offering shortcuts to a few players—but anyone taking his deal risks instant death or a leech-like curse.

🔥 The Rapidly Heating Room Threat

The temperature in the failure chamber is already high.

Candy slips, cracks, and stress mounts.

One wrong move sends a player through the trap door to the rapidly heating room, screams echoing as heat rises unnaturally fast.

🏁 End of the Game

Cassie completes her candy perfectly, smirking and standing tall.

Scrimblo finishes calmly, untouched by panic.

Michael Jackson succeeds with style, carving the shape like it’s choreography.

Louis, shaking violently, barely completes his shape, frosting his glasses with sweat.

Springtrap fails one section, triggering the trap—he vanishes into the rapidly heating room.

Anastasia + Hobo remain unchallenged but are still a looming threat.

Robert… continues chanting.

Nocturne observes silently, its glowing eyes watching the survivors’ every move.

Spamton remains unscathed, offering “helpful” advice to no one.

⚡ Key Outcomes

Wabbit & Skrunkly sit safely out of the challenge, hyperactive and bouncing.

Survivors are whittled further, psychological strain increasing.

Cassie & Scrimblo reinforce their positions as cold, calculating threats.

Michael Jackson demonstrates extreme skill, proving he’s not just a wildcard but a serious competitor.

Springtrap’s failure adds tension—technology doesn’t always save you.

Nocturne & Anastasia + Hobo remain ominous observers, their presence influencing decisions silently.

Robert’s chanting continues, unnerving everyone, creating a sense of constant dread.

The threat of rapid heat death keeps survivors paranoid and tense.

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add this

Burntrap

personality: antisocial, creepy, tech genius
gender: male
appearance: burned, melted corpse wrapped around a metal skeleton, wearing parts of a burned rabbit suit, with one ear partially melted off, and glowing purple eyes

im not adding anything else the game is already close to finished