🌑 Night 7 — Wabbit Snaps

The dormitory is still shaking from the aftermath of Game 7. Survivors are exhausted, trembling, and paranoid. The tension is suffocating; whispers, muttered calculations, and faint screams echo through the walls.

Cassie lounges lazily, smirking, scanning the room for potential threats.

Scrimblo sits silently, flat feathers ruffling only slightly, clearly annoyed at everyone else.

Louis fiddles nervously with his unfreeze device, glasses fogged, muttering numbers.

Michael Jackson stretches and spins, humming softly, his movements eerily calm.

Robert continues his endless repetition of his name, “Robert… Robert… Robert…” adding a rhythmic backdrop of madness.

Skrunkly bounces nervously, feathers flying, muttering about chaos.

Spamton paces with manic energy, muttering deals no one can trust.

Nocturne looms silently, sign language hands gesturing subtly, occasionally stretching arms far into the dorm’s corners.

⚡ Wabbit Snaps

The ticking in Wabbit’s head finally reaches a breaking point.

Red electrical aura flares, clocks around him spinning wildly.

He leaps violently, shouting incoherent numbers and phrases, as if reality itself is collapsing around him.

Target One: Springtrap

Before Springtrap can react, Wabbit strikes with impossible speed, tearing through his metallic shell and incapacitating him. Sparks fly, wires snap, and Springtrap collapses.

Target Two: U.F.O.

Wabbit leaps toward the floating U.F.O., clock numbers flickering uncontrollably.

Despite U.F.O.’s size and evasiveness, Wabbit lands multiple hits, causing the craft to spin uncontrollably and crash violently against the walls.

Target Three: Anastasia + Hobo

Even merged, Anastasia + Hobo are no match for Wabbit’s pure, chaotic energy.

Wabbit’s red aura expands as he strikes, breaking their merged form apart. Shadows ripple, then collapse.

Their last words are swallowed by the electric crackle, leaving the dorm in stunned silence.

🏁 Dorm Aftermath

The dorm is chaotic: smoke, sparks, and the faint smell of ozone hang in the air.

Cassie blinks slowly, impressed, her smirk unchanged:

“Well… didn’t see that coming.”

Scrimblo mutters:

“Finally… someone doing things properly.”

Louis freezes, muttering to himself:

“I… I can’t believe he… all of them… gone…”

Skrunkly bounces hysterically, cheering, feathers flaring:

“YES YES YES!! CHAOS!!”

Michael Jackson tilts his fedora, claps slowly:

“Hee-hee… not bad.”

Robert keeps chanting “Robert… Robert…” oblivious to the carnage.

Spamton cackles wildly, seeing the perfect “deal chaos” unfold, muttering:

“BIG SHOT… you can’t stop chaos!!”

Nocturne remains silent, sign language hands subtly gesturing as if recording knowledge of Wabbit’s unprecedented power.

⚡ Key Notes

Wabbit, previously hyper-nervous and fractured, has become unpredictable, unstoppable, and insane, now a dominant force in the dorm.

Power vacuum created: Springtrap, U.F.O., and Anastasia + Hobo are gone, leaving raw chaos to reign.

Survivors’ paranoia spikes: anyone could be next, and Wabbit’s unpredictable energy makes alliances tenuous.

Cassie & Scrimblo recognize Wabbit as both a potential ally and a lethal threat.

Michael Jackson remains a calm, skilled wildcard.

Robert & Spamton continue their own chaotic contributions, psychological strain at an all-time high.

Nocturne silently observes, cataloging Wabbit’s destructive patterns and potential knowledge for future utility.

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