🌑 Night 10 — The Final Precipice

The dormitory is silent… but only superficially. Shadows stretch unnaturally long across the walls, the air is thick with fear, and the survivors’ minds are teetering on the edge of total collapse.

Cassie prowls the hallways, her dark magenta half-angel, half-demon form blending with the shadows. Her eyes gleam with a predatory focus.

Skrunkly is bouncing nervously, feathers flaring, hyperactive energy radiating everywhere.

Scrimblo sits silently in a corner, dark feathers flat, eyes narrowed, calculating.

Spamton paces with manic excitement, whispering deals, muttering about “BIG SHOTS” and “opportunities.”

The rest of the survivors—Louis, Parcelboy, Conan, Michael Jackson, Myery God, Nocturne—are either dead, missing, or incapacitated from previous games. The tension is almost palpable, like the calm before a storm.

⚡ Cassie’s Bloody Ambush

Cassie spots a night guard patrolling a hallway. Calmly and quickly:

She jumps the guard, overpowering him with inhuman strength.

She takes his gun silently, checking the magazine.

She proceeds to hunt the remaining survivors, her movements precise and predatory.

Scrimblo notices her approach and tries to hide in shadows. Cassie spots him immediately and fires—but he ducks just in time, feathers flattening as bullets ricochet past him.

Skrunkly, bouncing frantically, is almost hit but leaps unpredictably, avoiding bullets by sheer chaotic luck.

Spamton, seeing Cassie pull the gun, begins running, but stops halfway, grinning maniacally:

“BIG SHOT… CHAOS DEAL!! HAHAHAHA!”

Cassie’s shots ring through the hall, decimating the remaining survivors with terrifying efficiency. Screams echo, then silence.

🏁 Aftermath of Night 10

Cassie stands alone in the hall for a moment, gun in hand, breathing slowly, surveying the carnage. Only Skrunkly, Scrimblo, and Spamton remain alive.

Skrunkly is bouncing with manic glee, feathers flaring:

“YES YES YES!!! CHAOS!!!”

Scrimblo calmly straightens, dark feathers ruffling:

“This was inevitable.”

Spamton dances around in delight, whispering:

“BIG SHOT… only the best deals survive!”

Cassie smirks, putting the gun away. Her dominance is unquestioned, and the remaining survivors know she’s the apex predator of this final stretch.

The dorm is now silent except for Skrunkly’s bouncing, Spamton’s muttering, and Scrimblo’s calm breathing. The air is tense, heavy with anticipation.

🌌 Key Notes Before the Final Game

Remaining survivors:

Cassie — predator, dominant, calculating, lethal.

Skrunkly — chaotic, hyperactive, unpredictable.

Scrimblo — calm, observant, deadly if provoked.

Spamton — manipulative, opportunistic, thrives on chaos.

The dorm is a ghostly ruin of previous games—shadows of the dead still seem to linger in corners.

Alliances are tenuous:

Skrunkly is likely to stick with Scrimblo for safety.

Spamton’s allegiance is fluid, shifting with opportunity.

Cassie is a lone apex, trusting no one.

Psychological state:

Trauma, paranoia, and fear are at their peak. Every survivor knows that the final game could end it all.

Night 10 ends with the survivors aware that Game 11 will determine the ultimate winner, and only the strongest, smartest, and most chaotic will survive.