👁️ GAME 8: HIDE AND SEEK — “THE SEEKER OF CHAOS”

The survivors are herded into an enormous, multi-level compound. Shadows stretch unnaturally long, and the lights flicker sporadically, setting the stage for tension and terror.

The announcer crackles through the loudspeakers:

“Game 8: Hide and Seek. One seeker. The rest must hide. Be found… and you die.
Special rule: Wabbit is the seeker. Skrunkly is excused.”

🌌 Pre-Game Setup

Wabbit, now fully unhinged, glows red, clocks spinning wildly around him. The aura of chaos radiates from him. He leaps onto the platform:

“YOU CAN RUN… BUT I’LL FIND YOU!!”

John Lennon strolls casually among the survivors, suddenly targeting Michael Jackson:

“Bored… need some excitement.”

With inhuman precision, John Lennon kills Michael Jackson, leaving a stunned silence in the compound.

Scrimblo sits in a corner, feathers flat, clearly unamused by the chaos.

Cassie smirks, immediately beginning to calculate hiding spots and psychological traps.

Louis panics, muttering to himself, muttering numbers, and trying desperately to strategize.

Robert repeats his name endlessly in the background:

“Robert… Robert… Robert…”

Spamton prowls, whispering chaotic “deal” distractions to anyone near him.

Myery God floats in the center, observing with that ever-present question mark.

Anastasia + Hobo are gone, Wabbit having eliminated them in Night 7.

Nocturne stretches its arms silently through the walls and shadows, monitoring everyone’s movement with near-omniscient awareness.

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🔥 The Game Begins

Wabbit immediately erupts into movement, leaping, bouncing, and smashing through potential hiding spots with alarming speed.

Survivors scatter.

Key movements:

Cassie hides casually behind a collapsed pillar, smirking, confident in her ability to survive.

Scrimblo finds a shadowed alcove, calm as ever, waiting to see the chaos unfold.

Louis hides in a small ventilation shaft, clutching his unfreeze device, panicking at every sound.

Robert continues chanting his own name, inadvertently drawing attention to his location.

Spamton hides behind debris, grinning, plotting to manipulate Wabbit’s path with distractions.

Myery God levitates midair, invisible to the human eye in his shiny orange glow, observing patterns of survival.

Nocturne extends its arms subtly to track everyone, but makes no move—its purpose is observation, knowledge, not intervention.

💥 Hunting Chaos

Wabbit tears through the compound like a storm of red energy. Every movement is unpredictable.

Louis nearly panics and falls, but manages to evade Wabbit’s frenzied leaps.

Cassie smirks as Wabbit passes by, distracted by noise from a collapsing panel.

Scrimblo remains undetected, blending perfectly with shadows.

Robert, chanting, finally catches Wabbit’s attention and is instantly eliminated in a blur of chaotic strikes.

Spamton laughs maniacally as Wabbit nearly detects him but then skips past, likely distracted by random debris falling.

Myery God observes silently, perhaps unnerved by Wabbit’s sheer destructive energy but untouched.

🏁 End of Game 8

After what feels like hours of chaos:

Wabbit, exhausted but still frenzied, has eliminated most of the easily visible players.

Scrimblo and Cassie survive unscathed.

Louis barely escapes, trembling, hiding in a nook until Wabbit finally collapses from overexertion.

Spamton survives, thrilled at the chaos and potential deals created by fear.

Myery God floats above, silently observing patterns, calculating possibilities for future games.

Nocturne remains in the shadows, still silent, arms subtly tracing every survivor’s movements, recording knowledge.

⚡ Key Outcomes

Wabbit proves that unhinged chaos is deadly even in psychological games like hide and seek.

Scrimblo cements himself as Skrunkly’s calm counterpart, a survivor by patience and observation.

Cassie remains one of the deadliest, most calculating players alive.

Louis survives narrowly but is psychologically traumatized.

Michael Jackson is dead, killed by John Lennon’s boredom-driven lethality.

Robert is eliminated mid-chaos; chanting was ineffective as defense.

Nocturne continues silently recording knowledge, remaining a wild card.

Skrunkly is safe, excused from the game again for obvious reasons—hilarious chaos avoided.

The dorm and compound are left strewn with debris, tension, and the eerie remnants of red electrical aura.