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From the recesses of Mr. Zebbles' tortured psyche emerges Spectris, a monstrosity also known as Spectral Buffoon (or Spuffoon for short). Born from the depths of imagination yet twisted into a manifestation of pure terror, this demon-like specter wields the annihilative might of a black hole and possesses the uncanny power to morph into any form it desires.
Dubbed the Cosmic Abomination, its form embodies chaos incarnate, treating the very foundations of reality as a malevolent playground. With each calculated move, it seeks to dismantle the universe itself, reveling in the agony of cosmic disintegration.
Whispers of its origin reveal a truth more horrifying than the darkest nightmares. Once a mere imaginary friend in Mr. Zebbles' mind, Spuffoon was wrenched from the ethereal realm, an innocent concept perverted into an entity of unspeakable horror. Its bodily fluids, a mockery of sweetness, belie their sinister nature—rumored to mimic the taste of Skittles, masking the underlying cataclysmic threat of antimatter, an essence that rends and obliterates all in its wake, rendering every morsel consumed a perilous dance on the precipice of annihilation.
But its sadism doesn't end there. Spuffoon finds perverse joy in tormenting its victims. It mostly speaks to people using a voice in their heads, amplifying their terror as its words resonate within the very core of their minds, an intimate violation that brings the Spuffoon profound entertainment. The psychological manipulation becomes an integral part of its macabre game, an extra layer of horror added to its repertoire of malevolence.
Fueling Spuffoon's malevolent existence is an insatiable appetite for Mr. Zebbles' suffering—a sadistic craving that borders on obsession. With an uncanny knack for pinpointing his vulnerabilities, it revels in orchestrating a symphony of torment, deriving perverse pleasure from the anguished screams and shattered psyche of its once-friend. The demon's delight reaches its zenith when it crafts nightmarish scenarios, thrusting Mr. Zebbles into the heart of his deepest fears. It delights in the spectacle of his friends meeting their gruesome end before his very eyes, their torment serving as a dark offering to its insidious appetite. Alternatively, it conjures forth demons born from its twisted imagination, entities that stalk Mr. Zebbles through the shadows, an ever-present threat that gnaws at his sanity and shatters his sense of security. In this unholy dance of suffering, the Spuffoon's sadistic glee finds its zenith, forever binding Mr. Zebbles in a web of unrelenting horror and visceral dread.
- Sour Skittles
- The sound of Zebbles crying
- French electro house
- Anything related to them
- Phobos (don't tell Charm and Strange, they're gonna get jealous)
- Magic
- People
- Kids calling their parents when they hide one of their demons under their bed. It's annoying.
- Almost anything that is not a cat
- They drool a lot. Especially when they're about to commit atrocities beyond comprehension.
- For some reason they always wear a white bowtie, no one knows where it comes from nor who gave them but hey, being evil doesn't mean you can't be dapper!
- Their demons second goal is to compensate their loneliness. Yes, even a spectral horror has feelings and gets lonely, as surprising and weird as it sounds.
- If you stare at them for long enough you'll see... nothing! Weak and strong nuclear force would have already killed you.
- They can be seen on Mr. Zebbles' old sketchbook where he doodled all his imaginary friends, mostly them as they were his best friend and he loved them a lot.
Charm is the goofball of the crew. They always get the craziest ideas and sometimes they work. We have reasons to believe they're actually more deranged than Spuffoon.
Strange is the shy fella. Doesn't speak much and always get bullied by Charm despite having the craziest powers. They're simply too scared of doing anything.
Rosen, the Interdimensional Malefactor of Divergent Mischief. With an uncanny ability to nurture malevolent doppelgängers across parallel dimensions, chaos follows as these clones are unleashed, forever altering unsuspecting worlds.
Introducing Skaf: the Angel of Death with an unexpected passion for heavy metal and an unusual ritual of tending to his hair, spending hours in careful brushing.
