🌑 Night 9 — Aftermath of Hide and Seek

The dormitory is quiet, yet tense. Survivors are jittery from Wabbit’s rampage in Game 8, and the air smells faintly of burnt caramel, rubble, and chaos. Shadows dance across the walls as some of the remaining survivors wander cautiously.

Cassie lounges lazily, her sweater blending with the darkness. She scans the room with a predator’s patience.

Scrimblo sits quietly in a corner, flat feathers slightly ruffled, analyzing the survivors’ mental states.

Louis shivers constantly, muttering numbers, clutching his unfreeze device.

Spamton paces excitedly, muttering about “big deals” and “unlimited freedom.”

Myery God hovers silently, question mark dimly glowing, ever-observant.

Skrunkly is bouncing uncontrollably, feathers flaring, muttering about chaos and numbers.

Nocturne stands in a shadowy corner, silent, arms extending subtly into the walls and floor, watching everything.

Parcelboy shuffles awkwardly, looking at corners suspiciously.

Conan twirls his beret, lost in thought, muttering existential questions about failures, strategy, and survival.

⚡ Robert’s Cold Intervention

Suddenly, the air thickens. A faint blue glow appears in the center of the dorm.

Robert steps forward, expressionless, chanting not his name this time but opening a swirling portal directly out of the afterlife.

The remaining survivors freeze, eyes wide.

Robert (coldly): “Even chaos eventually answers… the final call.”

In a blink, he grabs Wabbit, whose red electrical aura flickers violently, and they are both pulled into the portal. A flash of light, and the portal collapses, leaving the dorm in stunned silence.

Survivors are left reeling, unsure if they just witnessed a death, a teleportation, or some unexplainable metaphysical event.

💥 Spamton’s Deadly Deal

Spamton eyes John Lennon, who is now wandering aimlessly, bored as always.

“HEY BIG SHOT!! WANT A LIMITED EDITION DEAL? A GUITAR… GUARANTEED TO INSPIRE YOU!!”

John Lennon, curious, accepts the deal. He strums the guitar once.

BOOM.
The guitar explodes violently, sending shrapnel everywhere.

John Lennon is obliterated on the spot.

Sagittarius, who had been observing nearby, is hit by debris and dies instantly.

Scrimblo flinches, barely moving, feathers flattened in exasperation.

Cassie tilts her head, impressed but unfazed:

“Well… that was efficient.”

Louis ducks under a table, muttering numbers, trembling.

Skrunkly screams with delight, bouncing over the carnage.

Parcelboy shuffles backward, feathers flaring in fear.

Conan sighs, muttering about how inevitable death is when one gets bored of life.

Spamton cackles:

“BIG SHOT… DEAL OF A LIFETIME!! HAHAHAHA!”

🌌 Dorm Dynamics Post-Night 9

Wabbit is gone, removed via Robert’s portal into the afterlife. The dorm feels eerily calm but unstable, like the eye of a storm.

John Lennon and Sagittarius are dead, leaving a power vacuum among unpredictable players.

Spamton’s manipulations continue to cause instant deaths, showing he’s more dangerous than ever.

Remaining survivors:

Cassie — calculating predator.

Scrimblo — calm, observant, deadly if provoked.

Louis — traumatized and cautious.

Skrunkly — chaotic, bouncing with manic energy.

Parcelboy — cautious, non-binary, unsure of alliances.

Conan — thoughtful, philosophical, silently preparing for the inevitable.

Nocturne — looming, recording knowledge, silent but omnipresent.

Myery God — hovering silently, glowing question mark indicating curiosity and strategy.

Paranoia has reached an all-time high. With the afterlife now seemingly accessible, and random explosive deals continuing, survivors are more on edge than ever.