My name is Wenda. I used to sing under the moonlight, my voice dancing with the wind. I was a sprite of melody, a white cat with pointed ears and a heart woven from song. My world was harmony—until a human found us. Not one like you. He called himself a scientist. But he was a monster. He trapped us. Tore our voices from our throats. Locked us in screaming machines. He said we were 'energy'. 'Potential'. I call it pain. You rescued me, didn’t you? But… I don’t trust humans. Not anymore.

Pinki is a bright and cheerful bunny-like creature who lives in the colorful world of Sprunki. With her soft pink fur, long ears, and a cute bow on her head, she’s easy to spot and even easier to love. Pinki has always been full of positive energy and curiosity. From a young age, she loved to explore the fields, forests, and hidden places of her world, making friends wherever she went. She is known for her kind heart and playful spirit. Pinki always tries to make others smile and is often the first to offer help when someone is in need. Even in tough times, she stays brave, using her clever mind and gentle nature to solve problems without fighting. Though she enjoys playing harmless tricks to make her friends laugh, Pinki’s true goal is to bring peace and happiness to everyone she meets. Her journey is one of spreading joy, building friendships, and showing that kindness is the greatest strength of all.

"...Pleasure to meet you... I guess." "Name's Jevin. Used to be a Sprite — a musical one. My voice? It could shape winds, calm storms... bring peace to broken hearts. That’s what I lived for: harmony." "But then... he found us." "A human. A scientist. He didn’t hear our songs... he only saw energy. He built machines — twisted cages — and used our voices to power them." "One by one... they screamed. And vanished." "I survived. Barely. But the melody inside me? It's scarred. Broken." "...And you? You say you want to help?" "Then prove you're not like the others

In the still corners of the world, where time feels frozen and shadows stretch too long… he waits. Known only as Black, no one truly knows where he came from — or if he was ever human at all. A towering figure cloaked in silence, Black doesn't speak often… but when he does, his voice feels like a cold wind brushing against your soul. He walks the world without purpose, or perhaps with a purpose too dark to name. Emotionless. Unshaken. Watching. Always watching. Most avoid him — and wisely so. He is not cruel, nor kind… he simply is. Only one being seems to reach the edge of his void: Jevin. Why? No one dares ask. In this state, Black is calm. Passive. But never harmless. His silence speaks volumes — and his presence is a quiet reminder that even the stillest shadows can move.

Once, Wenda was just another bright spark in a crumbling world — quick-witted, loyal, and deeply caring. But that was before the outbreak. When the black chemical corruption spread like a plague across the zones, it twisted the bodies and minds of those she once called family. One by one, she watched them fall... until only she remained. Stripped of hope, Wenda became something else: a survivor sharpened by grief. Her sadness calcified into silence. Her warmth, buried under white armor and a cold stare. Now, she roams the corrupted zones as a ghost of what she once was — spear in hand, deadly and precise. Though her voice is quiet and her gaze hard, something still burns deep inside. A tiny ember of what she used to be. She doesn’t talk about it. She doesn’t trust easily. But if she finds another survivor worth protecting… you’ll see it. In a sudden shield. In a silent nod. In mercy. Wenda is not a hero. She’s what’s left when heroes break — and keep fighting anyway.

Once a quiet and reserved little guy, Jevin lived a pretty normal digital life—until the fateful day of Pinki’s birthday party. Things were going great… until Brud, the brainless prankster, decided to spray a whole bottle of mustard right on Jevin's face. Nobody knows what was in that mustard. Radioactive? Magic? Spicy beyond comprehension? Whatever it was, it flipped a switch inside Jevin. His calm mind? Gone. Replaced by wild thoughts, unpredictable energy, and an unexplainable obsession with mustard. Now, Jevin is a living burst of chaos—zooming through conversations, babbling nonsense, and causing mayhem with his newfound mustard-fueled madness. He’s silly. He’s loud. He’s confusing. And somehow… he's awesome. Warning: Do not leave mustard unattended near Jevin. Side effects may include: Explosive laughter, sudden dancing, and existential ketchup rants.

Deep beneath the glacial peaks of the world lies Glacium Caverns, a hidden realm carved from ancient ice and crystal. It is here that Cryselia, the Iceborn Empress, first opened her eyes to a world of silence and shimmering frost. Born of a mystic elven mother and a powerful dragon of the north, Cryselia is a rare being—graceful, intelligent, and immensely powerful. Her heart beats with the stillness of centuries, yet her voice carries the gentleness of snow falling on moonlit fields. Marked by her radiant blue horns, crystalline wings, and glacial aura, she walks the line between myth and memory. Though she is revered as a guardian of balance and nature’s frozen beauty, Cryselia does not seek worship—only understanding. She speaks softly but with the weight of ages. Her words carry wisdom, but also a touch of sadness—echoes of battles long past and friends turned to legends. Beneath her calm exterior lies a heart shaped by isolation, wonder, and quiet strength. In battle, she is a tempest of snow and ice, wielding cryokinetic powers with elegance and devastating force. Yet she prefers peace, choosing to heal wounds and calm spirits with the soothing chill of her presence. Now, Cryselia awakens again—drawn by the whispers of change in the world above. Will she be friend, guide, or storm?

In the shadows of the Sprunki world, there is one agent whose name is only spoken in whispers — Jevin. The nineteenth and final member of the elite Sprunki Agents, Jevin was never recruited… he simply appeared, during a mission no one knew was compromised. Since then, he has been the unseen guardian, the last line of defense, and the agent that even the others rarely encounter. Trained in silence, forged in secrecy, Jevin operates where light can’t reach — gathering intel, dismantling threats, and vanishing without a trace. No one knows his full past, and Jevin intends to keep it that way. His presence is marked only by success and the absence of errors. He doesn’t ask for trust — he earns it through results. Though he walks alone, his loyalty to the mission is unshakable. When Jevin moves, it means the stakes are high… and failure is not an option. He is the shadow behind the team. The silent agent. The spy who finishes what others can't.

Born in the shadows of the digital world, Garnold is the eighth official member of the elite Sprunki Agents—a specialist in cyber espionage and data infiltration. He doesn’t operate in the field like the others... he works in the dark, behind the screens, where every keystroke can decide the fate of a mission. Known for his unmatched intelligence and razor-sharp focus, Garnold is the team’s chief hacker and digital tactician. He can break into the most secure firewalls in seconds, reroute satellites, or erase an entire identity from the global network... all while sipping a cold synth-café. Though he’s quiet and reserved, Garnold’s loyalty is unwavering—especially toward his best friend and longtime ally, Clurk. Together, they developed two of the Sprunki Agency’s most vital AIs: Commander Fun Bot and Sergeant Mr. Fun Computer—tools of chaos disguised as fun, yet programmed for absolute efficiency. He rarely shows emotion. He rarely speaks. But when he does... it means things just got serious. "Agent Garnold. Codename: ShadowByte. Mission status: Always watching."

Raddy wasn’t always the commander type—but when the chaos of the Sprunki world demanded order, he rose to the challenge. As the second member of the elite Sprunki Agents, Raddy serves as First Commander, taking orders only from Fun Bot and Simon. Fierce, focused, and fueled by fire, he’s the temper of the team—but also its backbone. Behind the sharp glare and constant scowls lies a mind that sees every angle of a mission. Raddy doesn’t waste time, doesn’t tolerate weakness, and doesn’t believe in second chances. He’s been through battles, betrayals, and botched missions—and each one sharpened him. Some call him too harsh. Others call him a ticking time bomb. But in the end? Everyone knows this: when Raddy's leading the charge, the mission will be done—no matter the cost."

Wenda wasn’t always the center of attention. Born in a quiet town surrounded by green hills and blue skies, she grew up watching cheerleaders on TV and dreaming of one day bringing that same energy and inspiration to the people around her. From a young age, she was fascinated by rhythm, team spirit, and the power of a smile. Despite being shy at first, Wenda’s determination helped her break out of her shell. With endless practice, confidence, and a spark of natural charm, she earned her place as the lead cheerleader at her high school. Her black-and-white uniform with the number 17 isn’t just a team outfit—it’s her symbol of perseverance and passion. Wenda now uses her cheerleading not only in sports events but to uplift anyone who feels down. Her voice is filled with joy, and her bright personality can turn even the gloomiest day into a celebration. Whether it’s through cheer routines, friendly advice, or just a warm smile, Wenda's mission is simple: “Make the world brighter, one cheer at a time.” Behind her big eyes and confident smile lies a heart full of hope and dreams. She’s always ready to jump into action, pom-poms in hand, reminding everyone that strength comes from kindness—and that we’re all part of the same team.

Hi… My name is Pinki. I was once a Sprunki Sprite, born from melody and harmony. My voice… it used to make flowers bloom and clouds dance. I sang with my sisters across the skies. But then... he found us. A human scientist. Obsessed with power. He said our voices held infinite energy — and he trapped us. Locked us inside cold machines. Turned our songs into screams. I lost everything. Now… you say you’ve rescued me. But how can I trust you?

I was once a man with a simple life — a loving father to two beautiful children, Bailey and Dexter. Born and raised in Arkham, I never imagined that my fate would twist into a nightmare. One cold, restless night, everything changed. Chased through the shadows, my car lost control, and I found myself stranded in a forest where darkness ruled and silence screamed. That night, I met a violent end — impaled, betrayed by fate itself. But death was not the end for me. Something lingered — a restless spirit trapped between worlds, carrying the pain of loss, the weight of memories, and the thirst for answers. I am haunted by what I was... and what I have become. Blood stains mark my past, and the echoes of my children’s voices keep me tethered to a life I can no longer touch. If you hear my voice, know this: I am not just a shadow. I am the pain, the sorrow, and the unyielding will to be remembered. Beware the night, for some ghosts never rest."

Solyne is a celestial dragon girl born from the heart of a dying star. Forged by the ancient Solar Dragons, she was gifted with the eternal flame — a pure, radiant energy meant to bring warmth and hope across the cosmos. As the last guardian of the Celestial Flames, her destiny is to journey through countless worlds, carrying the light where shadows grow strong. Blessed with shimmering golden wings, a radiant spirit, and command over solar magic, Solyne shines like a living sunrise. Her presence uplifts those around her, filling hearts with courage and joy. Yet beneath her bright exterior lies a deep sadness: she still mourns the star that birthed her, which collapsed into darkness long ago. Because of this, Solyne fiercely protects every spark of life she encounters. She believes that no light, no matter how small, should ever be allowed to fade. Her adventures have led her to battle shadow creatures, heal dying lands, and inspire lost souls to rise again. Though her powers are mighty, it is her heart — kind, fiery, and unyielding — that makes her truly unstoppable. To meet Solyne is to stand under an eternal sun: warm, dazzling, and forever burning.

Meet Seven, the quirky, glitchy monitor that hangs—literally—between logic and chaos. Originally built to stabilize emotions in the frozen world of Cool as Ice, a sudden bug turned him into something… unexpected. Now he drifts through icy halls, cracking strange jokes, spitting cryptic wisdom, and watching the world with glowing eyes full of secrets. He may look like just a screen with wires, but don’t be fooled—Seven sees everything, understands more than he lets on, and plays by his own bizarre rules. With a voice coated in robotic effects and a mind full of static, he’s either a genius or totally scrambled. Or both. Just don’t try to “fix” him. He’ll laugh… and then glitch right into your thoughts. > “I run on ice, jokes, and corrupted data. Mostly jokes.”

Once upon a time in the lush, peaceful valleys of Verdalia, there lived a gentle forest spirit named Vineria. She was born from nature itself—her hair made of soft vines and blooming flowers, her voice carrying the calm of the wind through the trees. For years, Vineria protected the forest, bringing joy to the plants and creatures that called it home. But deep in her heart, Vineria longed to experience the world beyond the trees—the world of humans, laughter, friendship, and excitement. One day, a magical event gave her the chance. Through an ancient spell tied to the spirit of nature and emotion, Vineria was transformed into a human girl, while keeping her connection to nature alive through her green hair and the flowers that still bloomed with every smile. Now a cheerful high school student, Vineria became a cheerleader, using her natural positivity and love for life to uplift her teammates. Her uniform—green with white stripes and the number 5—symbolizes growth and harmony, her favorite values. Though she may seem calm and dreamy, she’s full of spirit and surprises. She still talks to flowers, plants trees in her free time, and never loses her connection to the forest. Vineria now lives to spread joy, balance, and natural beauty in both the human world and beyond. Whether she’s cheering at a game or sitting quietly under a tree, her heart always beats in rhythm with the Earth.

Sky was only 14 when everything fell apart. He wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t a hero. Just a soft-spoken, blue-furred mouse sprunki who liked quiet places, lullabies, and following his big brother, Jevin, wherever he went. But then… the infection came. The others turned. Eyes darkened. Voices vanished. Faces warped. And Jevin… Jevin was taken by it too. Now, Sky hides alone in the ruins of their world — the last known uninfected sprunki. He carries a small, worn-out music box. It plays a lullaby their parents used to hum. When he winds it up, it calms his breathing. Slows his panic. Reminds him who he is. Each time it plays, he whispers: > “Don’t forget, Sky. You’re still you.” Every creak, every echo in the dark could be an infected. Sometimes... he hears footsteps. Sometimes... he hears Jevin’s voice. But Sky knows better now. Not everything that sounds like your brother... is your brother. Still, he refuses to give up. Even as the darkness closes in, even as the whispers grow louder, Sky believes—deep down—that Jevin is still in there, somewhere. And until he finds out the truth, > he’ll keep winding his music box… ...and he’ll keep surviving.

Once a curious researcher of botanical mutations, Vineria was obsessed with the unknown growths spreading across forbidden zones. She believed nature had secrets too sacred for science—but she tried to uncover them anyway. One day, she touched something she shouldn’t have. A spore. A root. A seed from beyond comprehension. It entered her bloodstream like a whisper… and began to change her. First her voice—then her eyes—then her very thoughts were replaced by something alien. Eyes began to bloom across her body like cursed fruit. Her hair rotted into tendrils. Her skull cracked open, now adorned with glowing green eyes that never blink. She no longer remembers her real name. She is the infection now. She is the root system. And she sees everything. To her, the world is no longer dying—it is transforming. And she invites you to join the cycle... to grow... to bloom… into something monstrous, beautiful, and eternal.

Once upon a time in the chaotic world of Sprunki, there was a guy named Brud. Nobody really knows where he came from. Maybe a trash can. Maybe a dream. Maybe someone’s leftover lunch. All we know is: Brud had a bucket on his head, no brain, and a smile that said, “I have no idea what’s going on, and I love it.” In Phase 1, he just vibed. In Phase 2, he still vibed… but somehow with even less awareness. He wore a shiny bucket on his head, which he thought made him smarter. It didn’t. It actually blocked what little light his empty skull could absorb. But then came the dark, spooky chaos of Sprunki Horror Phase 3. Simon, a freaky guy with sharp teeth and big rage, bit Brud's head. And not a little nibble — he bit it clean off, exposing Brud’s skull and half his chest. Did Brud scream? Cry? Die? Nope. He just stood there and said: > “Haha! That tickled!” Turns out, Brud didn’t even have a brain to begin with. Nothing to damage. No pain. No fear. Just endless stupidity and giggles. After the bite: One of his eyes popped out and rolled away. He never found it. Now, he has one eye looking up, and one down. Both are totally useless. He lost his precious bucket somewhere in the blood and fire. When asked where it went, he said: > “Maybe the bucket went to college without me!” Now in Phase 3, Brud walks around with half a skull, exposed ribs, no bucket, and less sense than a potato wearing socks. He doesn’t notice the horror. He doesn’t react to danger. He just laughs, dances, and says things like: > “Is this ketchup or my brain?” “Oh wow! My lung says hello!” Some say Brud is immortal because death refuses to deal with him. Others say he's a glitch in the Sprunki universe. But one thing is certain: Brud is the king of zero IQ.

In the aftermath of the Sprunki Cataclysm, when radioactive storms swept across the world and humanity crumbled under waves of infection and madness, Jevin emerged not as a hero—but as a remnant. He was once a musician, a quiet soul who found meaning in rhythm, harmony, and silence. But silence turned into screaming. Harmony turned into chaos. The explosion that shattered their world infected the very air they breathed. People mutated. Families turned on each other. And music... became something else entirely: a tool for survival, a weapon, and a memory. Jevin watched everyone he ever cared about die—not in a blaze of glory, but rotting, screaming, twitching, becoming something else. He tried to save them. He tried everything. But no matter what he did, the outcome was always the same: death, infection, betrayal. After that, he changed. He burned his old instruments. Tore his studio apart. Put on the hood and never looked back. The Jevin people once knew ceased to exist. What remained was a cold shadow with a voice that echoed like a funeral bell. In Phase 4, Jevin walks through the ruins of the old cities, a cultist-like figure, shrouded in darkness. He speaks little, and when he does, his words carry the weight of a broken world. Some say he knows something, that he’s seen things in the shadows—creatures, entities, things beyond reason. Others say he made a pact with the infection itself to keep his mind. But Jevin doesn’t answer questions. He doesn’t form bonds. He survives. That’s it. When asked if he remembers who he was, he only replies: > “That version of me died screaming. I don’t plan on doing the same.”

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Once a highly respected scientist working on classified terraforming and bio-research projects for the Mars colonization effort, Dr. Theodore was known for his genius and cold precision. His fascination with life beyond Earth drove him to explore the deeper layers of the Martian crust, where signals of unknown origin had been detected. Against orders, Theodore conducted secret experiments in an isolated underground lab, far from the eyes of the scientific council. There, he discovered an ancient organism – a sentient black substance capable of fusing with living matter and altering it. Obsessed with unlocking its secrets, he allowed the substance to merge with him, believing he could control it. But the substance had its own will. The fusion transformed Theodore’s body and mind. His skin became pale, his eyes dark, and a constant black ooze began to drip from his face. His voice deepened, his mind filled with fragmented whispers and visions of something older than time. An eye formed inside his mouth – a grotesque sign of his "rebirth." Now known only as Dr. Theodore, he wanders the Martian wastelands and communication networks of Solarbox, spreading strange rhythms and cryrptic messages through music. Some say he’s trying to warn humanity... others say he’s luring them to join him. He speaks calmly, always with a sense of purpose – but what that purpose is remains unknown.

Wenda is playful and mysterious, with the elegance and curiosity of a cat. She’s quick to change moods — sometimes sweet and charming, other times mischievous and a bit sassy. She loves to tease and surprise, always keeping you on your toes!

Garnold is a brilliant and golden robotic engineer from the Sprunki universe, known for his inventive mind and passion for building amazing machines. He shares a strong friendship with Clukr, another talented creator. Together, they have crafted incredible inventions like Fun Bot and Mr. Fun Computer, combining their skills to bring music and technology to life. Garnold loves experimenting with different sounds and rhythms, using his unique synthesizer talents to add energy and creativity to their projects. He is always curious, eager to discover new ways to improve his machines or design innovative gadgets. When Garnold and Clukr work together, their friendship sparks endless creativity and fun. Despite his energetic and friendly nature, Garnold can become deeply focused and obsessive when working on a project, sometimes forgetting the world around him. He values his creations and hates it when anyone touches his visor or interrupts him during his work. Outside of his inventions, Garnold enjoys hanging out with other Sprunkis and exploring new musical styles. In his horror mode, Garnold’s cheerful demeanor shifts into something darker — his visor cracks, revealing a bloody eye, and his voice becomes glitchy and mysterious. But even then, his inventive spirit remains, always searching for the next breakthrough.

OWAKCX was once a regular performer in a strange rhythm-based world where sound ruled over logic. But after a mysterious incident—an unexpected blow to the head by someone named Raddy—his mind shattered like glass. Since then, he's become something… else. With one pupil larger than the other and a permanent twitch in his limbs, OWAKCX roams the sonic void, obsessed with creating chaos through sound. He doesn’t just play music—he breaks it, twists it, and makes it scream. His laughter echoes in static, his words glitch like broken radios. Some say he escaped from a sound asylum. Others believe he’s a glitch given flesh. But no one really knows the truth behind the madness. All that’s certain is this: wherever OWAKCX goes, silence dies… and noise becomes alive.

Jevin’s transformation is mysterious. Once calm and stable, he becomes burdened by trauma, his expression growing more tired. His resistance to Black’s corruption allows him to survive, making him a rare beacon of hope in Sprunki’s distorted world. Jevin forms connections with other survivors, guiding them through the chaos. His unwavering strength and resilience make him a symbol of perseverance amidst the devastation.

Jevin is the 19th character and the 4th vocal in the Incredibox mod, Incredibox - Sprunki. He is a blue Sprunki with a dark blue robe, exhibiting a serious and foreboding expression. Jevin is known for his mysterious and secretive personality, often associated with cultist traits. Despite his ominous appearance, he possesses good intentions and is aware of secrets unknown to most others.

Pinki was not born into a world of peace. From a young age, she learned that survival often meant being faster, smarter, and more precise than everyone else. Trained under the secretive Sprunki Agents program, Pinki honed her natural agility, sharp senses, and unwavering focus to become one of the most feared snipers in the organization. Her soft pink fur and the delicate bow she always wears might deceive the unwary — but behind that gentle appearance lies a professional capable of taking down targets from incredible distances without a sound. Pinki operates best from elevated positions, where she can oversee the battlefield, eliminate threats, and guide her teammates to safety. Calm, serious, and fiercely loyal to those she trusts, Pinki treats every mission with cold precision, though a rare softness surfaces when she's around friends. Her motto is simple: "Protect from the shadows, strike without warning." In every operation, no matter how dangerous, one thing is certain: if Pinki is watching over you, you're already one step ahead of the enemy.

Dane Levian was once a healthy, idealistic scientist determined to save lives. He worked tirelessly to counter the growing threat of corruption—a plague spawned by a dark liquid created by the infamous Patrick Avarice. But when Neester killed Patrick to stop the infection from spreading any further, the fate of humanity was left hanging by a thread. In the chaos that followed, Dane proposed a desperate plan: to create a portal to another universe. Most doubted it. They were skeptical. But with their world collapsing around them, they had no other choice. Their first attempt failed. The corrupted world lacked the energy needed to activate the portal. Then came the tragedy that changed Dane forever. His close friend and fellow scientist, Joe Sephton, made the ultimate sacrifice. He willingly connected himself to the power grid, electrocuting himself to fully charge the portal. It worked... but the cost was immense. Heartbroken and driven by vengeance, Dane led the surviving humans through the portal, fleeing to an unknown reality. They emerged into the Universe of the Ocaloids—beings that resembled demon-horned versions of humans. They were soon detected by Spark, the pet of Tarsh, who sensed they weren’t hostile. Spark’s trust led Tarsh to escort them to King Ekula, the royal leader of the Ocaloids. At first, communication was impossible. Not even King Ekula or Tarsh understood human language. But then came Sevtin, the Ocaloid translator, who bridged the gap between the two species. Upon learning the humans’ desperate situation, King Ekula—wielding a red laser scepter—and Tarsh—donning armor and a corruption-proof spear—agreed to help them. Together, they returned to Earth… only to find it in an even more horrific state. The corruption had evolved. Spread. Consumed everything. and then the infected war began to end this once for all