🌑 NIGHT 6 — A HAND FROM THE SKY, NEW BLOOD, AND A SILENT SLICE

The woods are brittle with cold. Fires gutter and sputter. People are thin with watchfulness — eyes like small moons. Night 6 refuses to be ordinary.

Then the sky rips.

A giant, unseen hand — impossible and absurd — descends out of nowhere and hurls three new tributes onto the field like dolls. They land with thuds that echo through the tree line. For a beat everyone just stares.

🌩️ Arrival: The Three Thrown From the Void

The three struggle to their feet and look around as if waking into someone else’s nightmare.

Puppet (marionette, mask painted purple tears and red cheeks) rights herself with jerky, fluid motion. Her voice is wooden-soft, kind as a lullaby.

Puppet: “Oh... hello. Are you hurt? I hope not. I will help.”

Middle Finger Cat (a scowling cat who hates everyone) shakes, spits a disdainful hiss, then folds himself into a tight, watchful ball.

Middle Finger Cat: “I hate you. Not interested. Don’t come near.”

A Giant Damn Murder Hornet buzzes and flexes comically oversized mandibles; it smells of honey and menace and immediately scans the field for targets.

Hornet (buzzing): “Bzzzzrrr.”

Nobody knows where the hand came from. A thousand whispered superstitions rush through camps — gifts, traps, sponsor madness — but the immediate reality is simpler: three new players, three unpredictable variables.

⚖️ Notable Event 1 — Recruitment: Three Alliances Claim New Blood

Within minutes, three alliances move in like predators smelling opportunity. Each group courts one of the new tributes with very different pitches.

— Puppet joins THE [GREATS]

Scampton bounds forward, Skrunkly zips circles, The Stranger preens, and Spunch Bob waves excitedly. They form a half-circle around Puppet like a tiny stage.

Scampton (all caps, delighted): “[A MARIONETTE?! A PERFORMER FOR THE MAIN STAGE!!]”
The Stranger (bowing): “Imagine the theatre. Imagine the show. Puppet, you can be luminous.”
Puppet (tilting head, small smile): “I only wish to be kind. I can float and help with tricks.”
Skrunkly (already bouncing): “Ooh! Floaties! Mini-games! We’ll be famous!”
Spunch Bob (beaming): “We can put on a show and then share snacks!”

Puppet hesitates a breath, then nods — the niceness in her stitched smile real. She floats a foot off the ground, an ethereal, trusting new member; The [GREATS] welcome her with shrieks, confetti-ready ideas, and a pledge to protect their new performer.

— Middle Finger Cat joins the FURRY FIENDS

Stormy slinks forward with a sideways grin. Lazarus tucks his sticks under his arm; Sasha hums a low chord. Goobert eyes the cat with curiosity.

Stormy (mischievous): “You look like you can survive. We’re the Furry Fiends — we watch, we strike, we find vantage points. You in?”
Middle Finger Cat (eyebrow twitch): “Survival’s only worth it if it’s interesting. I tolerate you... for now.”
Lazarus (soft): “We keep rhythm. You keep sharp. Sounds fair.”
Goobert (small smile): “:3 friends?”

The cat snorts, but he stays; grudging respect grows into a guarded acceptance. The Furry Fiends gain a hard, efficient survivalist to balance their music-and-snipe aesthetic.

🗡️ Notable Event 2 — The Quiet Kill: Biowaffe Exploits Forgetting and Takes Sukuna

While everyone handles the three newly arrived tributes, a far darker thing smacks the field like a whispered secret.

Ryomen Sakuna — arrogant, monstrously powerful, convinced of his invulnerability — has been a looming presence. But as attention shifts to new chaos, Biowaffe-1917 moves like a shadow nobody remembered to watch.

Scene: a charred copse where a few tributes have left a small supply pile. Sukuna, complacent, is murmuring threats at anyone who’ll listen — confident, hungry, dangerously cocky.

Sukuna (smiling cruel): “They all whisper and squeal. I will carve the day clean. Where is the next pathetic—”
He doesn’t notice Biowaffe step from behind a splintered oak until it’s too late.

Biowaffe (cold, monotone): “Felix Schmidt.”
He doesn’t shout; his blade-arm whirs. His movements are patient, machine-precise: no theatrics, only duty.

Sukuna whirls, spikes of cursed energy gathering, eyes widening — a domain? a slash? — he unleashes a flicker of power, but it’s a distracted strike, meant for someone else; the moment is thin and fatal. Biowaffe’s blade-arm, an engineered implement of the Kaiserreich, slashes through Sukuna’s opening before the domain can fully bloom. It glances, precise and merciless.

Sukuna (in shock, a real crack in his voice): “—impossible—”
Biowaffe’s face is expressionless through the fused gasmask as Sukuna folds, more surprised than pained, and collapses to the leaf litter, the monstrous arrogance extinguished with mechanical efficiency.

Biowaffe (flat): “Objective: eliminated.”

He steps back into shadow, blade-arm humming, as if nothing happened. No cheers, no glory — only the distant sound of twig-snapping as news begins to leak.

🔊 Reactions & Immediate Fallout

Those Nearby: small groups nearby — someone who’d come to gawk, someone scavenging — watch the silent collapse and scatter. Rumors race faster than footsteps.

Grimm’s Trio (who prized efficient kills) exchange looks of clinical approval and curiosity. Grimm’s smile is faint, like an artist’s critique.
Grimm: “Neat. Efficient.”

Springtrap registers the removal of a major threat with cold interest; Biowaffe’s method — quiet, uncelebrated — is an easy model for a robot mind.
Springtrap (softly): “Lesson: attention is a resource.”

Oliver’s crew hears distant whispers: Cassie roils with ritual unease; Oliver sets scouts out to confirm. Wembry’s new steadiness makes her one of the ones chosen to move quietly toward the scene.
Oliver (flat): “Check cameras — if he’s gone, we fold our plans. Eyes wide.”

Outcome: Ryomen Sakuna is dead. Not flamboyantly — not with a domain or a dramatic speech — but with the kind of surgical cruelty Biowaffe embodies. The predators shift: a monstrous competitor is gone, and the field tilts.

🔥 Notable Event 3 — New Alliances’ First Screws Turn

Recruiting the three arrivals energizes their new teams — and friction snaps into place quickly.

THE [GREATS] realize Puppet’s floating is both spectacle and risk: she can dodge traps but cannot take hits. Scampton argues for more protective posturing, Skrunkly insists on flashy diversions, The Stranger wants puppet-led impersonations. Puppet, gentle and bewildered, promises to help but keeps asking if anyone’s okay.

Puppet (soft): “I only wish to help. I can float if someone needs me.”
Scampton (excited): “[WE’RE A SHOW—PROTECTHER!]”

FURRY FIENDS test Middle Finger Cat’s trust: Stormy wants him as a scout; Lazarus is unsure if the cat will hold after a fight; Goobert nervously offers a lollipop. The cat accepts one nod, then slinks away to prove his worth.

Middle Finger Cat (dry): “Don’t get attached. But don’t be useless either.”
Stormy (grinning): “That’s the best acceptance speech I’ve heard.”

THE FRAGMENTS buzz with ideas for hornet-based tactics. Mr AntTenna dreams up a “Hornet Parade” diversion; Parcelboy wires a harness; Zap practices riding currents. The hornet, blunt and insect-simple, stings practice dummies until they topple.

Zap (ecstatic): “Fast—fly—win—”
Parcelboy (tidying straps): “If this works, we clear brush and push enemies out.”

But new blood is volatile; alliances are experiments in trust that can fail. Each group’s first night with recruits is noisy, hungry, and laced with possibility.

⚰️ Death of Night 6 — Ryomen Sakuna

How: Biowaffe-1917 exploited the crowd’s distraction (a giant hand, new tributes) to strike surgically. Sukuna’s arrogance and miscalculation — assuming others were lesser threats tonight — left him vulnerable. Biowaffe, silent and precise, ended him off-guard.

Result: The power balance tilts again. A major demonic force is gone. Tributes reevaluate immediate threats; some breathe easier, others mourn the loss of the spectacle he provided, and predators recalibrate their hunger.

🧭 Where This Leaves Us

The field is fuller and stranger: three newcomers adopted into alliances change numbers and tactics.

Teams have fresh utility: Puppet’s float-for-safety, Middle Finger Cat’s survival skills, and the Hornet’s raw offensive mobility.

Biowaffe’s quiet lethality is now spoken of in hushed tones; predators respect efficiency even when it’s mechanical.

Trust is thinner; Oliver’s team remains a steadyhold for those who want shelter from the tornado of alliance politics.

Night 6 collapses into uneasy sleep. The forest holds more mouths to feed, different shapes of danger, and one fewer god-king to scorch the ground. The Games shuffle forward — brighter, louder, and more lethal than before.

— Giant Damn Murder Hornet joins THE FRAGMENTS

Zap, Parcelboy, and Mr AntTenna circle with theatrical glee; the Hornet buzzes impatiently but seems to like the noise.

Zap (stuttering happily): “Name—uh—big—fast—friends—”
Parcelboy (practical): “We need a mobile weapon. That hornet can clear brush. You want to survive, you ride with us.”
Mr AntTenna (booming showman voice): “Picture this: the hornet zips! The crowd gasps! The Fragments make theater out of terror!”
Hornet (simple, insect-brute): “Sting. Kill. Fly.”

They hustle the hornet into their fold; a buzzing, lethal new edge now hums under The Fragments’ garish lights. Parcelboy is already sketching ways to strap a harness; Zap is dreaming of speed tactics. Mr AntTenna names a minor promotional gimmick: “Hornet Number One!”

Where's day 6

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little whoopsie
ignore that, the tributes were still added anyways