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🌙 NIGHT 7 — THREE ILLEGAL ENTRANTS CRASH THE GAMES

This night is loud, chaotic, uninvited, and feels like someone ripped open canon and stuffed three gremlins into it.
Tributes are already on edge after Springtrap’s death, the itching-towel crisis, and alliances fraying thin.

The moon rises…
The forest settles…
And then—

💥 SECTION 1 — NEW ARRIVAL #1: GAMBLER (CRASH-LANDING)

Far above the island, a sizzling noise crackles through the night sky.

Stormy (ears up): “Uh… what’s that sound?”
Lazarus: “If it’s what I think it is, we should move.”

A flaming object spirals overhead — a plane, barely holding itself together, glowing green with radioactive scorch. And inside, a stick figure is YELLING with the confidence of someone who has lost every contest in life but won the right to act like he hasn’t.

Gambler (screaming): “I BET THREE TO ONE THE WINGS HOLD! I BET TWO TO ONE THE ENGINE DOESN’T BLOW! I BET FIVE TO ONE I DON’T DIE TONIGHT, BABYYYY—!!!”

The plane detonates mid-sentence.

Gambler is launched like a javelin straight into the forest, slamming into a tree, sliding down, hopping up as if that was intentional.

Gambler (dazed): “…I WIN.”
Sasha: “Bro you exploded.”
Gambler: “AND I GOT A PERFECT LANDING. DOUBLE OR NOTHING?”

Reactions Across the Forest:

Scampton: “[NEW PLAYER ENTERED THE [ARCADE]!!]”

Skrunkly: “WHO THE HECK IS THAT!! HELLO NEW CHAOS FRIEND???”

Oliver: “We are NOT recruiting that.”

Parcelboy: “We should recruit him.”

Zap: “Yeah. Definitely.”

⚙️ SECTION 2 — NEW ARRIVAL #2: STEAMTON (THE BROKE-PROPELLER DESCENT)

The forest trembles again.

A WHIRRING, METALLIC SCREECH rips through the sky followed by—

STEAMTON (robotic, yelling):
“WARNING—WARNING—PROPELLER MALFUNCTION—
GRAVITATIONAL DESCENT AT TERMINAL VELOCITY INITIATED.”

A steam-puffing robot plummets downward, spinning like a buzzsaw.

Stormy: “OH COME ON. ANOTHER???”
Goobert: “:3 robot.”

Steamton crashes into the ground headfirst, body crumpling like scrap metal.
The propeller pops off into a tree.

Then Steamton stands, shaking the dirt off like it was planned.

Steamton:
“STATUS: ALIVE.
STATUS: MINIMALLY DAMAGED.
STATUS: PROPELLER… GONE FOREVER.
REQUEST: SOMEONE HAND ME A STICK. I WILL MAKE IT WORK.”

Wembry (terrified): “H-hi…”
Steamton:
“HELLO TALL TURQUOISE SENTIENT. PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID. I AM PEACEFUL UNLESS GAMBLING IS INVOLVED.”

Oliver: “…Please don’t say that around Gambler.”

🎪 SECTION 3 — NEW ARRIVAL #3: JUNKIL D JUNKIL (THE RAMP-OVER-THE-MOON ENTRANCE)

Silence falls for exactly three seconds.

Then a racecar ENGINE SCREAMS across the treetops.

Junkil D Junkil (cackling, glitchy voice):
“RAMP—RAMP—RAMP—
R@MP– RAMP! RAMP!! RAMP!!
… .-. .- -- .--. .. -. --.”

The car clears a massive cliff, hits an angled boulder, and LAUNCHES Junkil like a projectile.

He twirls through the air like a falling carnival sign and smashes into camp right between Scampton and The Stranger.

He stands up, dusts himself off, sunglasses perfectly intact.

Junkil:
“HELLO—HELLO—HELLOOO??
JUNKIL D JUNKIL ARRIVES—ARRIVES—ARRIV3S.”
Scampton: “[BROTHER IN CHAOS?]”
The Stranger: “He has STYLE! He has SHOWMANSHIP!”
Skrunkly: “WE KEEP HIM.”

Junkil bows, hat tipping perfectly.
They cheer.

⚖️ SECTION 4 — RECRUITMENT CHAOS (Each Newcomer Joins a Team)
GAMBLER → THE FRAGMENTS

Zap, Parcelboy, and Mr AntTenna surround him the second he finishes his tree-impact.

Zap: “WANNA JOIN OUR TEAM???”
Gambler: “I’ll flip a coin.”
Coin spins, lands on its edge.
Gambler: “INTERPRETATION: YES.”

The Fragments rejoice.

Parcelboy gives him a towel.
Gambler immediately bets it won’t itch.
It itches instantly.

STEAMTON → THE FURRY FIENDS

Stormy inspects Steamton’s broken propeller.

Stormy: “We can fix you. Join us?”
Steamton:
“LOGIC: ACCEPTABLE.
ADDITIONAL LOGIC: THE CAT MUSICIAN IS PLEASING.”

Sasha strums guitar.
Steamton glows faintly.

Boom — recruited.

JUNKIL D JUNKIL → THE [GREATS]

The recruitment takes one second.

Scampton: “[JOIN THE SHOW.]”
Junkil: “SHOW—SH0W—SH0W?? YES—Y3S—YES!!”
The Stranger: “We’re going to cause problems. Aren’t we, lad?”
Junkil: “PR0BL3MS?? !! !! !!”

Handshake. Corrupted laughter. It is done.

🍳 SECTION 5 — TODAY'S DEATH: SPUNCH BOB

Spunch Bob spends the evening flipping imaginary patties over a small fire pit.

Spunch Bob: “FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! I'M READY—!!!”

Stormy (watching): “He’s been at it for hours…”
Meowl: “He looks… determined.”
Skrunkly: “YEAH SPUNCH GO”

Then the flips get
harder
and harder
and HARDER—

Until the final, legendary flip.

The spatula whips around so fast that:

the air pressure detonates

the fire pit implodes

and Spunch Bob is LAUNCHED into a tree, instantly removed from existence.

Sasha (softly): “…Rest in grease, man.”
Steamton:
“CAUSE OF DEATH: EXCESSIVE CULINARY FORCE.”
Gambler: “I bet a hundred he’d survive. Guess I lost.”

link to the other parts after night 4
i missed them

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I accidentally skipped day 5 i think

ty for the link bro