Night 25 — BIG SHOTS Marshmallow Elimination Ceremony

The campfire crackles. The BIG SHOTS sit in a tight circle after a bruising Rover Retrieval loss. Mewo drifts above, expression unreadable; Chris McLean stands nearby with a tray of marshmallows, the usual toothy grin plastered on his face.

Present at the ceremony: Steve, Luigi, Springtrap, Spamton G. Spamton, Virian, Middle Finger Cat, Golden Freddy, Joe Metri Desh, Ernst Richter, Beans.

Mewo (quiet, measured): “Tonight, one of you will walk the Dock of Shame. Think carefully. The island does not forget.”

Chris McLean gestures and begins passing marshmallows.

Steve — catches a marshmallow and breathes slowly, eyes on the fire.

Luigi — receives one with a small, grateful smile.

Springtrap — accepts his marshmallow with a faint, hungry smirk.

Virian — squeals quietly when handed hers, then does a little bounce.

Middle Finger Cat — flicks a disinterested glance, then takes hers and tucks into a corner.

Golden Freddy — takes a marshmallow with a soft nod and places it beside him respectfully.

Joe Metri Desh — pops his marshmallow and then immediately jumps once for no reason.

Ernst Richter — accepts his calmly, scribbles a note in the margin of his notebook.

Spamton G. Spamton — lunges, all-caps, brackets, and glitches:
“[[LIMITED—MARSHMALLOW]]—CLICK—TAKE—DON’T MISS—DEAL—DEAL—DEAL—”
He snatches his marshmallow with twitchy gratitude.

That leaves one person without a marshmallow.

Chris McLean lifts the final, single marshmallow high for dramatic effect. The firelight flickers over tense faces.

Chris McLean (smiling thinly): “No marshmallow… you’re leaving the island.”

The name is spoken and the silence that follows is immediate.

Eliminated: Beans

Beans blinks, then does the only thing he knows how — he smashes a finger on his tablet, queuing the Bowser fart GIF at full volume for one last chaotic laugh. He grins, shrugging as he stands.

Beans: “Heh… that was fun.” (His voice is flat but oddly happy.)

Reactions ripple through the circle:

Steve stares a moment, expression unreadable, then nods.

Luigi looks forlorn. “Be careful out there…”

Springtrap smiles faintly in the shadows. “Feral art.”

Virian waves energetically at him as he walks to the Dock. “BYE BEANS!! DON’T START FIRES OUT THERE—”

Middle Finger Cat flips him one last finger, but it’s half-joking.

Spamton mutters in fractured spam as Beans steps onto the platform:
“[[EXIT GIF BONUS]]—LIMITED—YOU’RE A [HOT ITEM]—CLICK—GOOD LUCK… BUY NOTHING.”

Beans hops onto the Boat of Losers with a casual wave and the GIF still screaming on replay. The boat pushes off; the island watches in a mix of relief and muted regret.

Mewo (softly): “The game narrows. Rest, plan, and remember — the forest watches.”

The remaining BIG SHOTS eat marshmallows in silence, the night heavy with the knowledge that the island keeps testing them — and that Blobie is still out there, watching.