Night 26 — BIG SHOTS Marshmallow Elimination Ceremony

The BIG SHOTS gather around the flickering campfire, the smoke curling into the night sky. Unlike previous nights, Mewo has decided to allow all previously eliminated Dodgeball members to rejoin the group — except Beans, who was permanently eliminated during Night 25.

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

Chris McLean, perched on a log with his usual smug grin, waves a tray of marshmallows.

Chris McLean: “Tonight, we have a slightly unusual twist — dodgeball losers, you’re back in the mix! Don’t get too excited though… only one of you is walking the Dock of Shame tonight. The rest get marshmallows.”

Mewo floats overhead, giving a calm, “as-cool-as-ever” nod.

Spamton’s Turn — Glitchy Style

Spamton G. Spamton lunges for the marshmallow tray, immediately going into full spam-glitch mode:

“[[LIMITED—MARSHMALLOW—CLICK NOW]]—BUY—NO—WAIT—FREE—OW—YOU—YOU—YOU—FREE PASS—MUST—TAKE—BUY—NOW—ERROR”

He snatches one, chews frantically, then suddenly pauses. The firelight hits his eyes and for a brief moment — clear, unbroken speech emerges:

Spamton: “Listen… I’ve been through nonsense this entire game. I’ve been broken, I’ve been a joke. But these marshmallows, these moments… I appreciate… you. Really. You… all… matter… even you, Luigi.”

Then he blinks, and the glitch returns immediately:

“[[LIMITED OFFER—GIVE ME ALL]]—FREE—BUY—CLICK—DO—DO—DO—DEAL!!”

Everyone is slightly unsettled by the sudden emotional clarity — even Steve raises a brow.

Determining the Permanent Elimination

Chris McLean clears his throat dramatically.

Chris McLean: “Okay, campers. One of you isn’t getting a marshmallow tonight. Let’s see who it is…”

The tension builds. Eyes dart around the firelight.

Chris McLean: “And the BIG SHOTS member permanently leaving the island is…”

He holds up a single marshmallow, then dramatically gestures.

PERMANENTLY ELIMINATED: Joe Metri Desh

Joe blinks, a small smile creeping onto his face.

Joe Metri Desh: “Well… I guess my jumps weren’t high enough for this one.”

Middle Finger Cat flicks a sarcastic paw. “Serves you right for all those extra jumps.”
Luigi whispers softly: “Take care… out there…”
Steve nods silently, giving him a small salute.
Virian waves energetically. “BYE JOE! KEEP LEAPING!”
Springtrap chuckles darkly. “Even geometrically, the weak fall.”

Joe walks to the Dock of Shame, stepping carefully. The firelight dances over his cubic head as he steps into the Boat of Losers, which slowly drifts away.

The remaining BIG SHOTS exhale collectively and finally allow themselves to eat the marshmallows in peace.

Mewo (calm, drifting overhead): “The game continues. Remember, the island always moves forward. Sleep well — tomorrow will be… interesting.”

Spamton mutters in his usual glitchy, fragmented style as the fire dies down:

“[[GAME—CONTINUES—CLICK—DO—YOU—WANT—DEAL—DEAL—DEAL]]—YES—NO—YES—NO—ERROR”

Again, why is ChatGPT talking to itself