this one's got peak sleep-deprived brain fog, chaos dialogue, and the whole group operating on crumbs of sanity. 

Trope: Delirious chaos | Warning: zero logic ahead

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"I haven't blinked in 45 minutes."
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☕ The Cause of Their Demise

The performance ended at 2:00 AM.
The dorm welcomed them at 3:30 AM.
The energy drinks wore off at 3:32 AM.

By 4:00 AM, seven members were still upright through sheer spite.

EJ rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Alright. Let's sleep—"

"Too late," Nicholas said solemnly, eyes wide and haunted. "We've passed the threshold."

Taki, horizontal on the couch: "I haven't blinked in 45 minutes."

Yuma giggled into a bowl of cereal.

There was no milk in it.

💡 Maki vs. Lamp

Maki sat cross-legged in the corner, blinking slowly at the floor lamp.

Maki (whispering): "I think he gets me."

Harua looked up from a blanket cocoon. "Who?"

Maki: "This guy. Lumière."

Taki: "Did you just name the lamp?"

Maki nodded solemnly. "He's warm. And supportive."

Jo (passing by with a banana): "Should we intervene or...?"

Harua: "Nah, let him finish the conversation."

🍌Bananas and the Meaning of Life

Meanwhile, Nicholas and EJ were seated at the kitchen table, a single banana between them like a sacred artifact.

Nicholas: "Think about it. Bananas curve... toward the sun. That's inspirational."

EJ: "So you're saying bananas are chasing light."

Nicholas: "Exactly. They're rebels. Fruits with a dream."

EJ (nodding slowly): "What if... we're all bananas?"

Harua (passing by, dazed): "I think you two are bananas."

🪞  Fuma vs. The "New Member"

Fuma stumbled into the hallway, bleary-eyed, holding a towel like a cape.

He stopped.

Froze.

Raised his hand in greeting.

"Who...?"

He stood face-to-face with a mirror.

Mirror Fuma raised a hand back.

Fuma stepped back cautiously. "He's copying me."

He turned to Yuma. "When did we get a new guy?"

Yuma looked, saw Fuma gesturing at his own reflection, and responded like a true friend.

Yuma: "That's Minjun. He's shy."

🎤 Jo's Freestyle Crisis

Jo climbed onto the coffee table.

Jo: "Okay, listen. If I don't sing, I'll fall asleep. So..."

He proceeded to freestyle rap about socks, gravity, and the feeling of betrayal when your cereal turns soggy.

Taki clapped like it was Grammy-worthy.

Maki (still talking to the lamp): "You hear that, Lumière? This is art."

Jo pointed at the TV remote: "This is my mic. This—" he slipped off the table mid-bar.

No one reacted.

Harua: "Gravity heard you talking."

📚 Profound Realizations

Yuma had now curled up in the bathtub.

Yuma: "I finally understand what it means to feel like a soggy fry."

Harua joined him with a pillow.

Harua: "You're crunchy at the beginning of the day, but by 4 AM you're just wet and sad."

Jo yelled from the other room: "WHO ATE MY INVISIBLE BAGEL?"

Taki: "Your what?"

Jo: "It was emotional support. You wouldn't get it."

🎨 Nicholas Starts a Cult

Nicholas stood on a chair, banana still in hand.

Nicholas: "Fellow exhausted citizens! Join me and Banana-sama on the path to enlightenment."

EJ (still somehow participating): "He's not wrong. Bananas are the perfect fruit."

Maki: "Can the lamp be in the cult?"

Nicholas: "Of course. He's the light of truth."

Taki: "Do I need to sacrifice anything?"

Yuma (poking his head from the bathroom): "Sacrifice your last three brain cells."

Fuma appeared, towel still around his shoulders like a cape: "I have already joined. I taught Minjun the handshake."

Harua (finally giving in): "Who's Minjun again?"

Yuma: "The mirror."

🍵 K Walks In

5:37 AM.

The door creaked open.

K entered. Fully rested. Coffee in hand.

He stopped. Took in the scene.

Jo is using a blanket as a scarf and freestyle-rapping to a half-eaten banana.

Yuma is wrapped around the shower curtain.

Maki is laying next to a lamp.

Fuma is nodding solemnly at the hallway mirror.

Nicholas is blessing people with the banana.

EJ is taking minutes.

Taki is face-down on the floor muttering about a "cereal conspiracy."

K sipped his coffee.

K: "...I leave you for one night."

 The Collapse

6:12 AM.

Harua falls asleep inside a cabinet.
Jo curls up on the kitchen island.
Yuma is on the floor with a plushie on his head.
Fuma waves goodbye to the mirror, salutes, and crashes on the hallway carpet.
Nicholas whispers something to the banana before finally going down.
EJ logs the final note: "Morale: high. Logic: dead."

K tucks Maki under a blanket, gently switches off the lamp.
Maki (mumbling): "Night night Lumière..."

K turns to the room of snoring bodies and mumbled nonsense.

K: "We are never doing this again."

He puts in earplugs.

And joins them on the couch.

🎬 End Scene

Later that afternoon, a manager walks in to find seven idols sprawled in every corner of the dorm.
One Sharpie mustache on Yuma.
A banana still clutched in Nicholas's hand.
Harua asleep under a pile of socks.
Jo mumbling "bagel" in his sleep.

Manager: "...I'll come back later."

Moral of the story?
Sleep is not optional.
Bananas are philosophers.
And Maki will never look at a lamp the same way again.