(Just soo yall know,i had this ides this morning..

And its just a joke..im nlt giving any ideas to the studio that sninated inanimate insanity,and hoping they dont find my bot and take inspo.

Anywho this an au about what if,and takes time in the season 4 and yes u can add oc's here soo enjoy!

And

Gtfo cobs..💀

With love:doki ;3)

📺 Fan’s Announcement 📺

Fan straightens his notebook nervously, tapping a pen against the cover before looking up with a determined smile,he was behind a pedestal and test tube right beside him

Fan: “Alright, everyone… welcome to today’s challenge! Now, after everything we’ve been through, I figured it was time for something a little lighter. Something fun. Something that reminds us of… well, us.

Today’s challenge is called ‘Dress Up Your Friend.’ The rules are simple:

You’ll pair up with someone.

You’ll choose an outfit that represents who they are, what they like, and what you know about them.

And then… you’ll present it to the group — as if you’re telling their story.”

Fan flips a page, scribbling down notes, his voice growing steadier as he talks.

Fan (half-grinning): “Think of it like… not just fashion, but friendship on display. This is your chance to prove how well you really know each other.”

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🎭 Contestant Reactions 🎭

Paintbrush groans loudly: “What is this, a kindergarten talent show?”

Suitcase chuckles softly, tugging Box forward: “Honestly… this might be kinda sweet.”

Toilet scoffs, muttering something about “pointless fluff” but can’t hide a small grin.

Marshmallow tilts their head, wary but intrigued: “So… we’re showing what we see in each other…? That sounds… personal.”

Test Tube beams: “Oh! This is perfect! I already have so many outfit schematics in mind!”

Even Knife cracks a crooked smirk: “Fine. But if anyone puts me in pink, I’m out.”

For a brief moment, the tension that’s haunted the island lifts. The group actually seems… normal again. Laughing, nudging, daring each other about who’s going to end up in the most embarrassing outfit.

And somewhere far away, in a place none of them can see, MePhone watches quietly as an Especter. His form flickers across static screens, not interfering — only observing. Watching as his legacy is being handed over to Fan.

For the first time in a long while, it feels safe. It feels like healing.

…until the air glitches. A slow clap echoes.

And the storm begins.