Character Profiles 1. Goblin King - Combat Exp: 43 Years in Life or Death Situations - Life Exchange: Sacrifices a Goblin to Reverse Death - Skills: - Hathes: Healing totems that can reverse damage. - Manwul: A drone totem that shoots arcane energy, nullifying physical defense. - Lundae: Large totems that increase durability and speed while crushing opponents. - Rabents Maw: A devouring totem that traps opponents in a fiery dimension. - Appearance: Green, tall, with a large eternal grin. 2. Funtime Foxy - Power: 40 | Guard: 30 | Magic Power: 15 - Skills: - Transform: Suit plates can move. - Taunting: Engages in psychological warfare. - Running: Can sprint up to 30 mph. - Feet Anchor: Anchors himself in place during combat. - Appearance: Animatronic from Circus Baby Rentals, composed of aluminum and steel. 3. Frisk (Genocide Route) - Power: 60 | Guard: 10 | Magic Power: 0 - Skills: - Persistence: Can retry until victory. - Infinite Damage: One-hit knife attacks. - Regeneration: Heals approximately eight times per attempt. - Erasure: Can erase the universe in dire need. - Appearance: A determined kid with a relentless drive to defeat. 4. Ethan the God - Health: 1,000,000,000 | IQ: 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 - Power: 30 | Guard: 50 | Magic Power: 0 - Skills: - Immortality: Cannot die. - Resistance: Resists all forms of attack. - Time Manipulation: Can stop and skip time. - Stat Modification: Changes his own stats continuously. - Appearance: Calming presence, exuding worldly wisdom. 5. Ariea Spark - Core Level: [UnSealed] [3 Star] | Age: 13 - Strength & Agility: Base Human [3 Star] & [2 Star] - Skills: - Create: Constructs items rapidly. - Spells: Includes Sword Embue, Area Detection, and an Endurance Boost. - Infusion: Infuses magic into items. - Equipment: Alder wood wand, two purple-orange stone mallets engraved with designs. - Appearance: Youthful, vibrant creativity reflected in her eyes. 6. Cultist Leader - Power: 20 | Guard: 5 | Magic Power: 45 - Skills: - Ritual Command: Uses followers to attack. - Divine Transformation: Becomes a god when left alone, with maxed-out stats. - Appearance: Red cloak, hood, and a face mask, embodying the theatrics of his cult. --- The Awakening Inside a brightly lit cell, the air reeked of antiseptic and something metallic that set the alarm bells ringing in their minds. Six figures stirred from unconsciousness, their heads throbbing and blurry. A cold sensation raced down their spines, and they blinked against the painful brightness above. The Goblin King, green skin contrasting the stark white walls, was the first to regain clarity. His eternal grin stretched wider as he scanned the others. Next came Funtime Foxy, who stood with a mechanical whir, plates on her suit shifting as she adopted a battle stance. Directly across was Frisk, their expression resolute as they clutched a knife that glimmered ominously under the lights. Ethan the God squatted slightly, hands resting on his knees, exuding an air of uncaring confidence. Ariea Spark looked mesmerized by the sterile brightness above her, while the Cultist Leader stayed still, the shadows of the others casting over his crimson cloak. “Where… are we?” Ariea stammered, her young voice shaking slightly. Before anyone could reply, a loud mechanical voice boomed through the cell, breaking the tension. “Testing Initiated. You have all been injected with the Serum.” The blurred memories rushed back violently, flashing images from the moment they were ambushed, needles piercing their skin. The voice continued, “You will now be pitted against one another until only one remains. The survivor will receive a powerful serum that enables evolution. The environment has been artificially altered to enhance gravity.” Funtime Foxy’s taunting laugh echoed through the cell, “Looks like we’re in for a show, huh?” She flexed her claws, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. “Let’s not waste time,” Frisk shot back, their voice low and deadly. “We’ll see who’s left standing.” As if summoned, the walls of the cell began to shift, revealing an arena smeared with ominous colors, marked by massive boulders and jagged spikes—all under gravity many times greater than Earth’s. The six combatants felt the pressure immediately; their knees buckled under the force. “Survive if you can!” the voice echoed once more. The Battle Begins With no rules to hold them back, chaos erupted. The Goblin King invoked his totems, vibrant creatures darting around the battlefield. Lundae thundered down, crushing rock as it enhanced the King’s speed and durability. Manwul targeted Frisk, while Hathes hovered nearby, reversing trivial damage. Funtime Foxy sprinted towards the Goblin King, claws poised for a lethal dive. “Too slow!” she declared as she flicked into a sideways roll, her agility complimenting her taunting nature. The Goblin King’s grin widened, summoning Rabents Maw just in time to engulf Foxy in a fiery trap. “Come on, it’s just a warm-up!” she shouted defiantly, trying to break free, but the fiery tendrils grew tighter, searing her metallic frame. Amidst the chaos, Ariea conjured two massive stone mallets, swinging them with all her strength while trying to help Funtime Foxy escape her fiery prison. “We don’t have to fight!” she yelled. “Don’t be naïve!” Ethan countered coolly. Unaffected by the deadly environment, he rushed to Frisk, whose knife danced with malevolent energy. “Careful with that blade,” he smiled, his calm demeanor an uncanny contrast. “Stay back!” Frisk hissed, knife poised. “I’ll end this in one move!” But before combat could escalate further, the Cultist Leader, cloaked in shadow, summoned his followers. A surge of cultists rushed the arena, crackling with chaotic energy as weapons clanged against the stone ground. “For my God!” they yelled, forming a protective ring around their leader. “Perfect distraction!” Goblin King said, redirecting Rabents Maw towards the cultists. Foxy managed to slip free in the chaos, nails extended. As massive impacts reverberated, Frisk took immense calculated risks to dodge the incoming attacks, but a stray axe from a cultist landed true, knocking Frisk off balance. “Not today,” came the voice, filled with fury. With a terrifying speed, he lunged back, slitting through multiple cultists and close combat foes. In the flurry of this brutal contest, Ethan used the chaos to his advantage. He manipulated his stats, each hit subtly increasing his strength. He unleashed a powerful attack on the Goblin King, who barely managed to surround himself with healing totems. “Nice try,” the goblin commented. The battlefield turned into a sheet of metal, the shattered rocks crumpling underfoot. Yet Ariea knew she had a part to play. “If I can just infuse the elements,” she mused, sending up a blast like a storm. She combined her magic with one of her mallets, and a violent smash erupted, taking down a few cultists in one blow! With all this happening, the Goblin King chuckled, “So much conflict—so little time.” He unleashed all his totems, commanding them to pursue multiple enemies. As the fighting unraveled into a storm of aggression, Frisk's knife found its way through the crowd, spinning like a whisper and puncturing the Cultist Leader’s defenses. As the leader faltered, his followers rushed forward in a desperate effort to shield him, but Frisk sliced through, unstoppable, relentless. As the last follower fell, the Cultist Leader knelt, but before he could offer a prayer, a devastating blow from the Goblin King left him prone. Exathi pounced with precise strikes, knocking the leader off his feet. The room turned to a cacophonous symphony, and in a fierce finale, Frisk, fueled with a vengeful fury, sealed the fate of the remaining opponents. His last strike landed cold and true, taking the air from the Cultist Leader's lungs. The Last Survivor Standing amidst the wreckage of former allies and enemies, Frisk surveyed the frigid arena, warm blood pooling beneath their feet. There you have it, mere mortals, he thought, contemplating his next step in this odious test. With the sound of the mechanical voice ringing in the silence, he braced himself for the next phase of their wicked journey. A greenish mist filled the air, touching him with promises of power. “[Testing Complete. You May Now Go To The Next Testing Chamber]” echoed throughout the arena, saturating the atmosphere with finality. And so, even in the loss, the story of survival remained—a testament that life, molded amid the deadliest contest, always claws its way through darkness.