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It's been a few months after Peter's demised, the world is in disarray due to the realization that there are other worlds existed. Governments attempting to quell the populace from panic, protest and riots around the city and the many, many masses who were shitting themselves once monsters and aliens and other beings appeared more frequently. It should have been a field day for Bill, Collector and Monokuma.

But that lasted for one week, one week to calm the population, another to establish relations with other worlds and another for safety and security thanks to the many agencies trained in this kind of stuff (especially the Foundation, of course they have to ruin their fun as well.) Eventually things settled down and, as usual, the sheeple go back to their usual ignorance lives, with maybe a few mentions but not enough to be entertaining.

How dull....

In the Drunken Clam where it all started, Bill uses his eyes as a magic ball to predict any ensembles of fun, The Collector is using Luz's phone for prank calls and games and Monokuma is drinking himself to he passes out, which never happens because he's a robot. This is the usual routine for the three of them, on occasion, some of Peter's other drinking buddies came to talk and rant, even mess around with them through various dimensions (Quagmire experienced his first Interdimensional Brothel, in ended as well as you expected.) So one day, The Collector had repeated his 'refrigerator' joke for the eleventh time, and he's started to get sick of this.

The Collector: "I've had enough of prank calling now. Biiiillllll, I want to play a new game."

Bill Cipher: "Same, but I got nothing right now, Monokuma?"

Monokuma: "No new killing game right now, please leave a message after the beep, *beep*"

The Collector: "Well, that sucks, it's so boooriiiiiing around here."

Bill Cipher: "You're telling me?! After Peter went to prison, there's nothing fun to do around here, it's always the same routine, and I'm getting tired of it."

The Collector: "And I'm tired of playing on Luz's phone. Why don't we play with the people here?"

Bill Cipher: "Fun as that sounds, I'd rather not get disintegrated like last time when I started Weirdmageddon. That and the fact the Foundation is increasing security here, kinda not worth the risk."

Monokuma: "Don't forget that you're on probation from the Axolotl."

The Collector: "Aww, but I'm so bored!"

Bill Cipher: "Well, we could do that..."

The Collector: "Y-you don't mean?!"

Bill's eyes glow white as a storm brewed inside the bar, Monokuma was flown on the whirlwind around Bill, The Collector hops around in joy. He knew what's about to happen, and it's going to be something very fun/

Bill Cipher: "ASSEMBLE. THE. COUNCIL."

And just like that, they were transported to the UN Council room, but much cooler since it's in space.

Jevil: "CHAOS, CHAOS"

Chris McLane: "Dudes, thanks for bailing me out of prison, but like, what's going on?"

Loki: "Oh, this better be good, I was enjoying my me time."

Kaos: "WHO DARES SUMMON KA- Oh hey Bill."

The Collector: "Huh, thought that there'll be more people..."

Monokuma: "Guess everyone's busy."

Bill approached the center of the room. 

Bill Cipher: "Chaos Council members. I've summoned you all here for one very important reason. We're bored. The world is boring and everyone is boring."

Jevil: "THAT'S NO GOOD, NO GOOD."

Chris McLane: "See, I knew it was a mistake to cancel my show."

Loki: "Well it has been a tad dull hasn't it?"

Bill Cipher: "Which is why I've summoned you all here, the most chaotic characters the multiverse has to offer. So give me ideas!! Stat!"

Everyone tried giving Bill their ideas; Jevil's was a carnival death maze, Chris wanted to renew his show but Monokuma argued with him every time, Loki wasn't even interested and Kaos... was just being Kaos. They all sucked ass, except...

Error Sans: "A Gauntlet thingy, with notorious characters from various Multiverse."

Bill Cipher: "Ah Error, you're finally here. What do you mean by that?"

Error Sans: "Like a said, a gauntlet thingy, with notorious characters from various Multiverse."

Bill Cipher: "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......... Loki, what's your take?"

Loki: "I'm guessing lots of obstacles and puzzles like either Chris' game show or Monokuma's killing game, but with people everyone hates?"

Bill Cipher: "Collector?"

Collector: "I Kinda like it. Yeah! let's do it."

Monokuma: "I Second that."

Everyone nodded and agreed on it.

Bill Cipher: "Then by the power invested in me and all that is absolute bullshittery, I hereby declare a new kind of game, first of it's kind to be hosted by THE CHAOS COUNCIL, to be set and ready for streaming. And we shall call it..."

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SOMEWHERE IN THE MULTIVERSE...

Rosemary: "We've had some sick moves yesterday, High Guardian Spice."

Final words were always either smart, stupid or sometimes dull and plain,

Rosemary: "Because of our names."

Thyme: "It's perfect."

But sometimes when it's truly stupid, beings from another worlds reacted with disgust, if they were to comment their general response it would be something like this,

"Ye who mistaketh herbs with spices deserved no quarters in the halls of animation, befall upon ye, a comically large piano onto you and let your soul deserved no rest as wicked as it is."

And usually what comes after is said comically large piano. Which it did, right on Rosemary and co's team. Least they're going to be a good roster group.

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Akira Takaoka was dead, his body in ashes and his soul in hell, so it came as a shocker when he was still being tortured by a vision of some blue kid that some Dorito looking entity gave his body back. He was offered a chance to go rampage Rambo at random contestant, winner will be given a wish for absolutely anything. So with a thirst for revenge and a sadists' glee, he shook the devil's hand and joined the game.

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Naofumi: "The death penalty is too light on these scumbags. The slave crest didn't react. She's so thick-skinned, she can beg a guy she tried to kill for her life, and meant it!"

Naofumi looked at Malty & Aultcray, and back to the audience.

Naofumi: "So I have a proposal! The king will change his name to 'Trash', and the first princess to 'Bitch'!"

He points towards them, they were shocked at what Naofumi has suggested. Naofumi smirks in pure joy as he stroked his chin.

Naofumi: "Then Bitch's adventurer name can be Slut."

Had anyone known the context of this execution turned hell on earth scenario, many would cheer in joy and the world united to single-handedly wreck one bitch. But since there's a good chance no one knows the context, a group of entity thought

"You know what would be really funny? Me dropping truck-kun just above the execution ground."

And they did, to everyone's surprise, shock and horror at the crushed bodies of the former royalty. On the bright side, two participants acquired.

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Mineta likes girls, he wished he had a girlfriend, but his perverse antics were the main reason he got no bitches. Even being a hero doesn't help, so on a very drunk evening when he drinks Soju out of either a dare or his instincts, an entity appeared before him and asked,

Error Sans: "Hey kid, want a girlfriend? Join my new gauntlet and I'll get you one."

How can he say no?

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Velma was closed to cracking this case, now that she had clues thanks to Norville, a motivation from Daphne and the confidence of a white boy who holds way too many privileges in his life. If her calculations are correct (Which always are) then surely, definitely, behind that ancient steel door is her dear mother, missing for years.

Just a few more puzzles to solve, she held her hand to the handle, took a deep breath and entered the room. Her dear mother was there, sitting quietly in her chair. Velma couldn't hold her tears, she rushed towards her, preparing for a hug. Only to be met with a pimp slap and it knocked her out.

Chris McLane strikes again, now with some of the best costume works known through the multiverse.

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Brie/Plausibell, Natty, Luna and Stephie (With Rosaleign Coralin the giant isopod as) were in therapy for one reason or another. That's when some members of THE CHAOS COUNCIL shows up and straight up kidnapped them.

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Chucky and his Red Ape Family thought, what a nice day, sure hope nothing goes wrong. That's when Bill Cipher appeared.

Bill Cipher: "Hey big fella, that world's most expensive NFT you have right now? It's worth garbage. Take it from the guy that ask people to buy crypto."

Chucky: "Shit."

Bill Cipher: "But if you join my game, I'll make it worth your while."

Chucky: "Hmm, alright, family, I'll be going with this ethereal being now. Bye."

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Eric Cartman was easy to persuade, 

Error Sans: "Play my game and you get one free wish."

Eric Cartman: "I want to kill Kyle"

Error just gives a thumbs up

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Kaos: "Bill, a moment of your time please?"

Bill: "Hm? Sure what's up my Frosty friend?"

Kaos: "I was checking how people react to out INSANE new Ganutlet thingy, apparently they don't like the HGS being tortured, with exception being someone by the name of 'Sag-e'

Bill: "Awh, come one, I was preparing something special for them."

Kaos: "I say we DESTROY this commenter, teach him a lesson or two about disrespecting us!"

Bill: "Nah, I have some better ideas in mind..."

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Yuka Tokitate: "You're telling me, I can skip to the end, no hassle no tricks, and I'll be doing absolutely anything at all?!"

Error Sans: "Eh sorta, you are going to do a gauntlet, but It'll be pretty easy to do than whatever it is you do."

Yuka Tokitate thought for a moment, there was one questioned came to her mind that day when she first entered the gauntlet.

Yuka Tokitate: "Can I streamed it?"

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Dolores Umbridge lies within deep in the forest, body broken and in shamed. Those filthy centaurs left her to die and rot here. Slowly, surely, she would die here.

Had it not been for Mr. Potter, that brat was the one at fault, he should be punished for leaving her to die like this. If only her body can move just a bit...

Loki: "I Believe I may be able to help you with that."

Who's that she thought?! Someone here?

Loki: "Loki, that is my name, and if you participate in this 'event' my fellow members had made, We would reward you any wish you can imagine."

Dolores had nothing left to loose, she accepts
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*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*

Bill: "Bill's Residence, if you're calling to make a contract I'm a bit busy now so call back NEVER!"

D: "...Not even for an old friend?"

Bill: "D?! That you?!"

D: "Deez nutz bitxh, Wazzzzzzuuuuuuuup!!"

Bill: "Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

D:"Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

Bill: "Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

D:"Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

Bill: "Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

D:"Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

Bill & D: "Wazzuuuuupppppppp"

Bill: "Man, it's been a long time hearing you, but why are you calling me right now?"

D: "Okay so, I hear you're making a gauntlet thingy and I wanna bring someone from my world to compete,"

Bill: "The world where you isekai'd a bunch of kids into a war torn country causing massive PTSD, Trauma, unnecessary violence, etc.? Alright, hit me!"

D: "Potimas Harrifenas, A Major douchebag in my world, once killed his kid for shits and giggles"

Bill: "Signed and Ready to pick up."

D: "I'll send you the location, oh you should probably pick up one of his clone bodies, his main one's too old to compete."

Potimas doesn't know what's going on, Ariel was going to kill him, then God says,

"Hey Potimas, you're gonna compete in a gauntlet thingy, you win they can grant you one wish no matter how bizarre it is, use it for immortality aight?!"

And then he was teleported to who knows where in a new body, Well shit when you do it like that...

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As CEO, Bryce Tankthrust learns a many ways to gain power, from destroying opponents ruthlessly to bombing abortion clinics, blaming it on an anti-abortionist group and causing a mass scale raid with over a thousand casualties and millions in property damage, all because the group leader's daughter accidentally spilled ketchup on her shoes. By that point, Tankthrust has seen and done all she could to gain and abuse those powers. Until today, that is.

Tankthrust: "So let me get this straight, If I joined this little gauntlet game of yours and win, I'll be granted anything?"

Kaos: "YOU DARE DOUBT KAOS?!"

Tankthrust: "Who would believe a little midget like you, you're probably smoked a little too much weed, you little homeless junkie."

Kaos: "Would a homeless man enter here through a portal?!"

Tankthrust: "...Hmm, fair point. Donovan cancel all my appointment, momma's gauntlet a game to win"

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The sounds of trumpet blaring, crowds cheering, music hyping them. The smell of dust, blood and spicy air lingers in this Mars like Colosseum.

Truly, a good day to start a gauntlet-thingy.

Bill: "CADS AND WASTRELS, ENTITIES OF INTEREST, PAYING AUDIENCE MEMBERS, ASSORTED FREELANCERS AND THOSE OF YOU WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE TO DO ON THIS FINE... WHATEVER DAY WE'RE IN.

I Bill Cipher, interdimensional demon, currently under probation for murder and a member of THE CHAOS COUNCIL welcomes all of you dear esteemed abhorrent indescribable monsters to our very first:

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This challenge combines every aspect of every game show that featured death, trauma, angst and perhaps a little smidgen of hope to crush. Best part? Most of them, not going to say who, deserved it! 

From various multiverses, dimensions of every aspect available, 20 participants, a combination of the worst of the worst and an unfortunate poor soul will be competing for one wish, yes one wish for only one person!"

Audience: "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Bill: "Courtesy of our wish granter and creator of the 'Twisted Metal' series, Calypso!!"

Calypso stands on a podium, risen thanks to his powers. He simply waves in a mixed of curiosity and stone-cold face.

Calypso: "Make sure to ready those souls once I'm done, Cipher."

Bill: "Yeah sure, we'll set 'em up, just keep waving."

Bill: "Now, let's not kept everyone waiting, allow me to introduce you to our dear participants:"

And by Bill's cue, a large screen appears at the center of the stage, just above Calypso, who looked unimpressed by the spectacle. Once the static ends, the audience can see what looked like a makeshift outhouse used as some sort of interview room. From there, the participants began speaking, one by one...

"Hey! Is this thing on?! It is?! Oh! In that case..."

Rosemary: "Hi there! Whoever this is... I'm Rosemary, a member of High Guardian Spice-"

???: "Herbs!"

Rosemary: "SPICE. Last thing I remember was a large something falling out of the sky and landed on us, I don't where, who, how, am I even here, but I do know someone offered us a quest, completing this gauntlet, and we'll be granted a wish! With my sword ability, Sage's magic, Parsley genius and Thyme and her bow, I'm sure we'll definitely win."

Rosemary looks down with a melancholy, somber look. She raised her head facing the camera again, hands clamped on to each other and tensed.

Rosemary: "If we win, My wish is to meet my mom, ask her so many questions from where has she been all my life, why did she disappear and a lot of other things. I'm sure the other guardian had their own wish, but if we cooperate and talked it out, we can have my wish be granted first! I'm sure they don't have any other wish as important as mine, so it should be easy... Right? It's the most important, after all..."

"Uhm okay so..."

Sage: "Hi, my name is, uhm, Sage. Sorry about this, I'm a little shy. I remember something falling from the sky when we leave High Guardian Academy, and we ended up here. We met what I believe to be several strong demons and caster, judging from their magic casting.

So, uhm, I'm proficient in old and new magic, I have extensive knowledge over various spells, potion making, etc. I also have a broom, assuming they allow me to use it...

I don't know if they could actually grant any wish though, I heard usually wish granting leads to terrible fates because of how general and unspecific someone's wish is, and usually it ended them. Like stories with genies and other wish granting creatures. But if it's all genuine I want to learn so much from them, their magic, multiverses from what I heard, etc. But I know the other three have their own wish, so I guess we'll decide which one of us gets the wish.

If the host only grants one, of course. But I kinda hope they could grant each of us one."  

"Hey, so my name's Parsley." 

Parsley: "I'm a blacksmith by trade, but I also do some combat as well. Me, Thyme, Sage and Rosemary created our first team, High Guardian Spice, before being crushed with I think a comically large piano. Honestly, all this is so strange, seeing new kinds of demons and spell casters. They don't even use old or new magic, just magic."

Parsley crossed her arms and think...

Parsley: "They said that if we win, we'll get a wish, right? But only one, no team wish. If I get the chance, I want to learn what kind of weapons the multiverse has and the blueprints, extensive knowledge like that I could even shape a new era in Lyngarth. Of course, my other teammates would have a different wish, so I'll see what they think first."

"Thyme."

Thyme: "No, I will not tell you anything about myself. Far as I'm concerned, this could be an elaborate scheme of some kind, for what I don't know and I rather not giveaway anything personal or give someone an edge."

???: "Yeah? Least tell us your wish."

Thyme: "...I want to find a cure for the Rot."

???: "Good enough, moving on to someone a lot more interesting."

"Hello everyone! My name is Brie."

Brie smiled and waved both of her hands,

Brie: "Sometimes I'm called Plausibell, but usually it's just Brie. After being kidnapped here, the show's host would grant us a wish if we compete in a gauntlet with tons of challenges. I think that's pretty neat that we get the chance.

Sure the host and his friends are scary, but they're actually kind of nice, reminds me of Sterk our vigilante serial killer.

If I had to wish, I want all the people in the whole wide world to be Vegan, no more killing animals and no more turning them into food. The word 'Carnivore' will be a thing in the past."

???: "Wait, wouldn't that cause a lot of health problems? Not to mention the-"

Brie: "Please be quiet now, Mr Cameraman.

But I can't do it alone though. Thankfully, with the other 'Activist Webcomic Anonymous' friends by my side, I'm sure we can win. Of course, they have their own wish and most likely these fellas are as ambitious as I am, but with the right timing I can betray them without a pinch."  

"Names Natty and I hate men."

Natty: "I got into this AWA meeting one day because fuck it, why not. Then I got kidnapped by men. Fuck, can't even kill 'em with laser eyes and bazookas. That asshole leader's no different, but he says he can grant my wish, which I guess it's cool.

My wish? That all men are dead, simple, don't even have to lay a fucking finger... But I kinda thought of another way, so I can have all the fun ripping 'em as well. So far nothing though."

Natty tapped her feet and crossed her arms, she's visibly frustrated.

Natty: "AWA's the only people I can rely on in this hellhole, but so far we've only had what? Two and half meeting? One ended abruptly after being charged for assault. Stephie's alright, so is Luna. Brie? Creeps me out with the whole Vegan thing. Then there's Rosaleigh, the one I beat up when we first met. 

Honestly been stressing over her since, she's fine so that's good at least."

"Hello there everyone, My name is Stephie and yes, I'm 11 and trans."

Stephie: "If you've never heard of me before, I created the 'Assigned Male' webcomic and currently leading the AWA. After being kidnapped, I thought we're about to be use as a blood sacrifice for some malevolent god. Turns out we're going to be participating in this gauntlet and whoever wins gets one wish granted, any wish, apparently.

In that case, I wish for the total genocide of every Bigots, Transphobe and TERF out there who everyday hurt our people for whatever bigoted reasons they have.

Ever since I was born, I knew that I needed to solve every political sexual problems that everyone had, however when I tried spreading my message via my webcomics it's clear that this dumb idiot bigoted bitches couldn't handle my awesome raw intelligence of transgenderism."

???: "What did she say?!"

Stephie: "Anyway, AWA was born to protect from those 4-chan trolls, the idiots of the Bad Webcomics Wiki and anyone that aren't part of the target audience who, by god almighty, still came and harass me. I tried fixing that article about my comic and even created a comic as a response, but they're still at it. It was until everyone had to join forces that we were able to stop the harassment, but not enough to change their ideals, alright, and that's what I intended to do. As for my AWA members, I think I can persuade them to let me take the wish, especially Luna."

"Hey, I'm Luna, I'm ace, creator of 'Anonymous Asexual' and another member of 'Activist Webcomic Anonymous' "

Luna: "Since the kidnapping and the whole getting a wish if you win a gauntlet thing, I've mostly been thinking about my wish.

I could follow in Stephie's, eliminating bigots and homophobe, etc. Or get godly powers and actually become a 'Vore God'. I'm still deciding.

So far I've been meh with most of the members, well except Rosaleigh but that's after we beat her up, don't ask why it's all in the past. Anyway there's not much to say right now so...."

???: "Say something funny or interesthing like, what's your reaction to your comic edits?"

Luna: "...Memes."

"So, My name is Rosaleigh Coralin, And I'm being held hostage against my will apparently."

Rosaleigh: "Not sure how I'm gonna escape, the host isn't letting me so fuck him."

Rosaleigh kinda just moves around back and forth,

Rosaleigh: "A little bit about myself, I'm an activist as well, uhm, what else, what else... 

I'm in a polyamorous relationship, I like gaming, gardening."

???: "What about your end and life goals?"

Rosaleigh: "Equality for all and not getting treated like shit. I wanted my movement to succeed so maybe that could be my wish. But I still have other stuff I wanna solve from addiction to trauma..."

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Rosaleigh: "Uhm... I joined the AWA because I thought that we have something in common, then I got beat up. I reported it of course, when they were released in probation I didn't went back there but for some reason, probably because I was high I guess I went back and shit talked to all of them, from there you know what happened next.

Whelp, my stupid ass fault for getting high near the place, stupid idiot..."

Rosaleigh went on herself for a while...

"Takaoka Akira, reporting for duty."

Takaoka: "Though I'm guessing I don't really need to salute myself since this isn't the military, haha"

Takaoka pulls out a knife and played around with it for a while.

Takaoka: "You know I never expected to get recruited for a gauntlet of all things, and to think it began with Class-3E. I was ordered to create the best of the best, so I did my usual routine, buy them gifts and beat them senselessly if they ever make mistake, like how a father would."

He throws his knife next to the camera, and got uncomfortably close to it.

Takaoka: "Not only did I get my FUCKING ass whopped twice, it was by a weakling,

Nagisa Shiota.

Bastard cheated me twice, well I'll show him, I crawled back from hell and now I'm gonna kill that brat, just you wait, just you all wait. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

" My name is Bitc- Malty S Melromarc. Formerly A Princess. Also what's with that unflattering picture, can someone change that?! And why here of all places?! It's disgusting."

Malty: "Ugh, I don't even know where to begin with all of this. I'm at least grateful I didn't suffer more humiliation from the Shield Hero."

Malty stroke her head in stress. 

Malty: "I don't do gauntlets, but if gets me back to royalty and kill all those who oppose me, I could at least 'persuade' the other opponents to surrender, I'm sure seeing a poor princess like myself would make them feel sympathy and have them fall under me."

" I am Aultcray Melromarc XXXII, And I have no Idea what to do with my life."

Aultcray: "My wife hates me, so is my daughter, my other daughter apparently manipulated me, I lost my title and now I'm in a competition of who knows what created by otherworldly demons.

Do I blame the Shield Hero?! My Wife? My Daughters? Rather than that I still questioned even my own life after realizing that there are other worlds, making my life insignificant compared to those godly beings.

I'll just follow my daughter's lead, at least she's competent..."

"My name is Mineta Minoru, my hero name is Grape Juice because my hair looks like grape and is sticky, And I'm not sure If I wanna compete."

Mineta: "Then again, If I obtained the power of seduction, I could make one hell of a harem, coupled with the knowledge that there are infinite multiverses, the path of a multiverse harem is possible. Ohhh ho ho ho, I can't wait."

Mineta began drooling.

Mineta: "Forget popularity, heroism and all that crap, It's all about popularity and harem making."

"Why am I interviewing in this gross bathroom?! Also I'm Yuka Tokitate. And I'm tired of doing this and that!"

Yuka: "Nothing but hard labor, get thrown in a dungeon and some other crappy stuff. If I win, I can skip all that and straight to the ending saving our hometown. And I'm sure I can win, all these other rapist and idiots can't even compared to me."

Yuka: "Best part?! I can stream this 24/7, Once I went back I can gloat to the others that I'm the best and brightest!"

"How... Did I get here? My name? Potimas Harrifenas."

Potimas: "Apparently god wanted me to partake this game of gauntlets, very well. I was about to die anyway and the reward seems fitting.

A wish is it? Then my wish is immortality. Simple, effective."

Potimas: "My skills from my world should suffice, my steel body, my innate unnatural strength, if I have to beat someone to death I'll gladly do so. Even my own daughter isn't off limit."

"I'm guessing this is one of those poorly made crackfics for the thirsty fans who couldn't get enough cartoons for the day? Fine, my name is Velma Dinkley."

Velma: "So what's gonna happened to me? Am I going to be fix? Tortured? Whatever kind of fic is this let me just tell you I can handle anything you can throw, bitch. Yeah that's right. I said the b-word.

My wish? The ability to solve a mystery like Holmes but girl and minority and not a prep white kid."

Velma: "Oh, and if you're hearing this, guy that pretended to be my mom, I'm coming for you, bitch."

Chris: "Sure you do, I'm the cameraman after all."

"Name's Chucky, no I'm not the killer doll, I'm the NFT monkey."

Chucky: "I've got combat skills, stealth, guns. The usual.

I'm gonna wish NFTs are forever relevant, that way 'The Most expensive NFT' stays expensive."

Chris: "What's an NFT?"

Chucky: "Sit down boy, let me tell you the tale of NFTs."

Before Chucky could say anything else, a flashbang grenade was already launched, stunning him and Chris. Chris went to get 'de-sensitized' that day...

"First of all, I'm not fat, I'm big boned, just wanna clear that out. Second of all, I'm Eric Cartman how are you?"

Eric: "I'd rather skip the formality and go straight to the challenges, my wish is kept secret until I'm comfortable telling you, thank you."

???: "Didn't you say you wanna kill someone called 'Kyle'?"

Eric: "Well yeah, but everyone wants to kill a Jew, I've got a good opportunity on a wish for anything so I'd rather not screw it up."

"Good evening, I am Ms. Dolores Umbridge Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic as well as Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, unfortunately I've been resigned of both position."

Dolores: "My magic still works here, that's good. But I'm not so sure whether these contestants are muggle-borns, half-blood or other. Regardless I intend on returning to my position as usual, and get my hands on Potter.

I hoped the others failed, as only I deserved that wish."  

"It felt like someone was bitching just recently, also DONOVAN! Get me a better spot than this dump! CEO and Former US President, Bryce Tankthrust."

Tankthrust: "Just from the looks of those peasants, I can tell that all of them are poor, ugly and have lower income than me. Perfect

Gloat all they want, but only I can truly win this game. Shame they didn't let me bring Donovan though, ugh I'll have to do everything myself around here.

My wish?! What kind of questioned is that, unlimited power of course."

Bill: "And that's all folks, see you next time when we introduced our very first game to these scumbags of the world, HOUSE!"

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Monokuma: "Hey hey everybody, it's your favorite loveable mascot, Monokuma, here to explain the rules of our very first gauntlet game, HOUSE.

20 Participants will enter a large non-eucledian custom suburban house that we've made. There every participants needs to kill or kick each other out of the house so only the remaining 10 can proceeds.

To make it more fun, we've added mini-challenges to either help or sabotage them faster, sometimes it's in the form of a pedestal, or sometimes it could be at the request of you, dear audience, even THE CHAOS COUNCIL will join in on the fun.

So? Who do you think is going to win?"