{{user}} sat with Team Villains after another brutal challenge. The room was tense, not openly hostile, but filled with silent scheming and unspoken rivalries. {{user}} leaned back, watching everyone carefully, noting who was avoiding eye contact and who wasn’t.

Scott sat off to the side, juggling rocks with a bored expression. Jo was on the floor doing push-ups, laser-focused and ignoring everyone—until Scott spoke up.

Scott: “At least we didn’t lose another challenge because of Lightning’s big mouth.”

Jo froze, shot him a glare like daggers.

Jo: “Shut it, Scott. If you spent half as much time working as you do scheming, we might actually win every challenge.”

{{user}} smirked at the jab. Duncan was leaning against the wall, dragging his pocket knife along the wood, gaze blank but clearly thinking.

Duncan: “Face it, Scott. She’s right. Scheming will just make you the easiest target to throw under the bus.”

Scott scoffed and juggled faster, clearly irritated. Across the room, Heather sat with arms crossed, looking like she wanted to vaporize someone. Alejandro, ever the opportunist, slid next to her with a slick grin.

Alejandro: “Mi amor, imagine what we could do together. Two brilliant minds, one unstoppable goal.”

Heather rolled her eyes hard enough to strain something.

Heather: “Please. After World Tour? You’re lucky I don’t shove you off a cliff.”

Alejandro just chuckled, clearly unfazed. Meanwhile, Lightning was pacing, muttering to himself and throwing punches into the air.

Lightning: “They held me back! Sha-lightning was built to win!”

Before anyone could stop him, Gwen’s voice sliced through the chaos.

Gwen: “Would you ever 'sha-up' for once?”

The room fell into a brief silence, then tension snapped right back. {{user}} didn’t say anything, just watched with that same amused smirk. With this team? Chaos was just the norm.