🌙 Night 17 — BIG SHOTS Elimination Ceremony
(After Day 17’s lake chaos and the fatal return of Blobie. The team mourns Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder, tension, and paranoia spike.)
The bonfire is low, casting trembling shadows across the sand. The survivors of BIG SHOTS sit in a heavy silence:
Steve — pale, hands shaking, staring into the fire.
Binah — expression unreadable, a tight jaw, eyes glinting in the reflection of flames.
Luigi — shoulders hunched, whispering apologies into the night.
Retro — muttering to himself, flicking ash into the sand.
Parcelboy — nervously chewing his fingernails, clearly shaken.
Springtrap — leaning forward, almost grinning, still licking his lips as if savoring the chaos.
Spamton — twitching, muttering fragmented spam text in his usual broken cadence.
Junkil D Junkil — jittering, muttering fragmented refrains about freedom and chaos, eyes darting at the dark tree line where Blobie vanished.
Mewo floats above, arms crossed, expression neutral. He doesn’t speak at first, letting the silence sink in. Finally, he breaks it:
Mewo (soft, deliberate):
“Today… you lost more than a challenge. You lost a teammate. Thomas… is gone. The marshmallow ceremony tonight is not about the game. It’s about… survival.”
The remaining members bow their heads.