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MISSION THREE — VOTING CHAOS

(The Tiger Cub bounces on her crate, squeaking at top volume.)

Tiger Cub:
“ALRIGHT! MISSION THREE VOTINGS! PICK FIVE ELIGIBLE ENTRIES! REMEMBER—NO VOTING FOR YOURSELF, NO MANIPULATION, AND SURVIVAL IS CRITICAL!”

Entries begin mumbling, whispering, and campaigning in a tense environment. Some chatter about the mole is audible, the fear palpable.

Zap (nervous, fidgeting):
“Uh… maybe vote for… fast and strong… and uh… maybe not scary…?”

Kris (yelling from the back):
“WHY CAN’T WE JUST PICK RANDOM LOL THIS IS STUPID”

Cassie (calm, folding arms):
“Focus on skill, not chaos. This vote matters. Too many unknowns already.”

Skrunkly (bouncing uncontrollably):
“I WANT MISSION! PICK ME! NO WAIT—PICK SOMEONE ELSE! PICK ME AGAIN!”

Atlas (calm, eyeing everyone):
“Be strategic. Don’t underestimate the mole.”

Vadrina (quietly to Kitsune):
“We need reliable people. Someone we can trust… not easily hacked or manipulated.”

THE MOLE STRIKES

Suddenly, the lights flicker. Screens glitch. A cold, calculated presence sweeps through the base’s network.

Cassie (eyes narrowing):
“Not again…”

In one swift motion, a shadowy figure lunges at Diolson, twisting his robotic neck with uncanny strength. Everyone gasps.

*Diolson’s head snaps 180 degrees. A wet crack echoes—but his head slowly rotates back into place, clicking softly as servos realign.

Diolson (monotone, unphased):
“1ncid3nt r3s0lv3d… syst3m st4tus: nom1nal.”

The room freezes, staring in stunned silence at the motionless—but fully functional—Diolson.

Zap (horrified):
“W-wait… he’s… fine? How?”

Kris (shrieking):
“WHAT THE ACTUAL— THAT’S SO WRONG!”

Tiger Cub (ears flattening):
“WHO DARES TOUCH MY PHONE-HEAD?!”

Before anyone can react, the mole hacks into the security grid. A loud buzz and sparks fly from nearby circuits. Ashley, standing innocently near a terminal, convulses violently as a surge of electricity courses through her. She collapses instantly.

Skrunkly (screaming):
“ASHLEY!! NOOO!!!”

Cassie (grim, moving hands in rapid ritual gestures):
“I can’t revive her. The energy… too violent. That was… deliberate.”

Big D Randy (grinning darkly, cracking his knuckles):
“Well, well… finally someone playing rough. I like it.”

Rewrite (eyes sparkling, leaning forward):
“OH, THIS IS DELICIOUS. I LIKE A LITTLE CHAOS. FINALLY. FINALLY!”

Tiger Cub (furious, squeaky rage):
“ENOUGH! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE A MOLE OR NOT—THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! THE SYSTEM… IS… OFFLINE!”

All displays go black, emergency lights flickering. Panic begins to ripple through the remaining entries. Voting is abruptly canceled.

Kitsune (flicking tails, cold):
“The mole just escalated… They’re in here. And now they’ve already killed one of ours.”

Jotaro (gritted teeth, voice low):
“Time to end this before it gets worse.”

Skrunkly (panicking, spinning):
“WE’RE GOING TO DIE! I CAN’T—CAN’T—CAN’T—”

Diolson (head tilting, calm as ever):
“1d3nt1f1ed: MOLE ACt1V3… PRIORITY: NEUTRAL1Z3 THR3AT.”

Tiger Cub (furious squeak):
“EVERYONE—GET TO SAFE POSITIONS! THE MOLE IS INSIDE! NO ONE LEAVES UNLESS I SAY SO!”

The base descends into chaos. Everyone scrambles, alarms blaring, lights flickering. The mole is active, ruthless, and clearly already one step ahead. Panic and suspicion reach a peak—no one knows who to trust.

Cassie (whispering to Kitsune and Jotaro):
“This changes everything. Voting is impossible. We need a plan to flush them out… fast.”

Kitsune (grim, sharpening claws metaphorically):
“Agreed. And we start by isolating anyone with access to critical systems. The mole isn’t hiding—they’re hunting.”

Rewrite (grinning at Big D Randy):
“Finally, the game gets spicy.”

Big D Randy (excited, rubbing hands together):
“Oh, I’m ready. Let’s turn this into a proper bloodfest.”

Tiger Cub (yelling, squeaky rage):
“SAFE ZONES! NOW! AND I SWEAR IF ANYONE DIES BECAUSE OF YOU, I WILL PERSONALLY—!”

The entries rush for safety. The base’s corridors become a tense labyrinth of suspicion, fear, and preparation for counterattack. The mole has made their first devastating move in Mission Three, leaving the survivors shaken and on edge.

I forgot to mention something about skrunkly, she really likes water

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