For starters, I’d probably use Garageband or FL Studio mobile if I have enough storage. I’d definitely use the Incredibox Template since making a mod from scratch ain’t good. Trust me, I’ve been making a mod from scratch & I’ve yet to figure out what lists are for.

For the direction, I’d go more into the horror side. My main inspirations will be: Definitive Phase 3, Phase 3 Remastered, Apocalypse Phase 3, & even something obscure like Sprunki Remade Phase 3!

For the characters, I’m keeping Gray the protagonist but what I’ll do differently is actually make him the main character. He barely gets to be fleshed out in Phase mods, so I’m absolutely making him more important to the mod. Another thing I’m definitely doing is making Tunner alive. He absolutely coulda survived that stupid bullet, fuckin bullet most likely didn’t even hit his brain! I’m making Wenda bi-fated. I’m considering an alt design for her as a survivor whereas she’s mainly still a killer, although that would alter the lore. Pinki may survive but will be held captive. Oren might be secretly alive but I’m considering it. Jevin will be like his P3R self. Lastly, Mister.Black absolutely will also be based off his P3R design!

So does this sound peak lads:/)

-CHAPTER 7: Mister.Black.

Next on the list is none other than the demonic mastermind himself!

Mister Black.

The decision was clear & the choice was obvious, he was the leader of the Carnage Trio & the villain to cause the Apocalypse.

If anyone deserved to die the most, it was him.

There’s no one else more deserving-

Nevermind, she’s still around-

She really deserves it more.

Time for them both to die!

Tunner had decided prior in his rampage to go around by foot, however this was to be deemed impractical.

So he decided to use his personal vehicle, a small red pick-up truck, which he considered using to assist in his micro-genocide. He did need to carry some more stuff, including weapons, rations, med kits, & ammunition! Tunner was feeling quite Slaughterful, so the truck will do!

The drive was rather short n’ sweet!

A pleasant view of the doves & birds frolicking in the moist cold air.

It was a tearful sight.

A truly wonderful moment!..

But, however…

It was only a rapid prelude to a murder…

An upcoming mass murder event.

Tunner needed a select few targets in his murder spree, & Black was top priority to butcher.

Meticulously, Tunner drove around, guided by the landscape.

There was a natural shortcut to Mr.Black’s humble abode.

The nearby river’s bridge was rather short & quaint in size.

The trees were all dried & barren.

There was no sign of life anywhere.

The roads were all surrounded by hills & rocks.

The road infront was ragged, jagged, & broken.

There were many potholes, some of which could rip a few tires off like a can-opener!

The leaves clung to anything that moved, as they wet from the rain.

The wind was ferocious, pouncing on the branches, & blowing dozens of chunks of leaves in the air.

The smell of smoke & rain stood out.

It persisted, in spite of the truck’s gasoline smell.

The road got higher.

& Higher.

& Steeper.

The road was fading into mud.

“Good god-how long is this fuckin’ road?”

“Black sure is an asshole for living here with THIS being the shorter route!”

Tunner drove up to the abandoned street above.

After getting there, he scrolled his eyes across the neighborhood for Black’s Home.

He drove a bit further & found his house.

Mr.Black’s House was short, barren, Victorian in style, gothic, & ornate.

There was no signs of being occupied.

Tunner concluded he was sleeping.

Tunner drove closer to the mansion.

Tunner then crashed his truck into the front lawn.

Mr.Black was indeed sleeping in his velvety-red bed.

However, the crash woke up Mr.Black from his sleep.

He was heavily startled.

He grabbed a flashlight, an umbrella, & went downstairs to investigate the origin.

He passed by the many several photos he took of fellow townsfolk & the others, down the stairwell.

He had a hobby of taking photos of his fellow Sprunkies, & collecting memorabilia.

Although he wasn’t fond of being recorded without his forehand consent, he didn’t mind interacting with human TV crews.

He was an odd figure who had a mysterious past & tied to a 20+ year old cold case involving another town’s residents being murdered over night.

Nevertheless, that doesn’t excuse away being distracted, so he followed his curiosity towards the sound…

He passed by a hat rack he had & equipped his vintage Top-hat.

Mr.Black glanced out the windows & saw the frightening clouds above.

He smudged his non-existent feet on his bear rug & started unlocking the front door.

He gently opened the door.

He saw Sheriff Tunner soaked in rainwater, staring at him eerily, while gently smiling.

He greeted him only to no initial response.

He remarked.

He was just about to nearly say finish another word before faintly noticing Tunner’s feet drenched in mud & blood.

Before he could say anything.

“Good mornin’ & Howdy!…Partner.”

“Real stormy out here, isn’t it, Mister?”

It was quite unusual for Tunner to be up at night & especially on the day of the music festival.

“Aren’t you supposed to be singing at the venue, sheriff?”

“Shouldn’t you be at home grieving over your son?”

Black Asked.

Tunner responded.

“Don’t worry, I have grieved enough for tonight.”

“Say old friend, why don’tcha make this fellow old man a classy cup o’ tea?”

Tunner hid his hand behind his back as to not arouse suspicion.

Mister.Black had let Tunner in for some nighttime tea.

This was meant as a nice little gesture.

But it was more than that.

Tunner wanted to kill Mister.Black for some time.

He is the ringleader of the Carnage Trio, after all.

But now is his chance.

So he stepped inside.

Tunner: “Sooo..Nice house ya got!:)”

Mister.Black: “Oh thanks! Its a rather nice mansion. It was pretty expensive but luckily our show’s production & distribution companies are nothing short of wealthy, so it was bought for me!”

Tunner: “Ain’t that just nice…”

Mister.Black: “Mhm. So what brings you here?”

Tunner: “Oh nothin, just wanna talk. Thats all.”

Mister.Black: “Alright then, sit down.”

Tunner: “Lets chat.”

(Moves Chair.)

(Sit.)

Mister.Black: “So how d’ya like your tea?”

Tunner: “Sweetened.”

Mister.Black: “Funny. For me, its all bitter n’ black. ehe! “

Tunner: “So do you have anything planned for the future?”

Mister.Black: “Not really, no. I’ve just been doing my duty as a Recomposer!”

Tunner: “Sounds really professional, ya like listenin’ to Sprunki Tunes all evenin’?”

Mister.Black: “..no, I just don’t really like how loud they get… y’know? I mean! All Sprunkies in a way are loud noise polluters!”

(Steam.)

(A kettle whistles out.)

Tunner: “Thats one way to describe em…”

Mister.Black: “Oh dear, Why! The tea is finished brewing!”

Tunner: “Maybe ya should get sweets & appetizers there.”

Mister.Black: “Alright, I’ll be on my way Sheriff!”

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Tunner: “…”

Mister.Black: (opening cabinets in the kitchen.)

Tunner: (opens a suitcase filled with objects & loads something into another thing.)

Mister.Black: “Alright, I’m back sir!”

Tunner: “Nice.”

Mister.Black: “Good. So! Whaddya wanna talk about?”

Tunner: “Lets get to the chase.”

Mister.Black: “Very well. What brings ya here other than tea?”

(4 days ago since last updated. 5-13-2026)

(Dang.)

Tunner: “For starters, what’s your origin story of your life?”

Mister.Black: “Neat! Now I was born to 2 loving parents! My father was a fanatic of the esoteric whereas my mother was a true darling who took after me every single second!”

Tunner: “Can we skip forward to what your life was like before moving to this town?”

Mister.Black: “Oh sure. Ummm… I had a wife but…she has been dearly departed for 25 years… Uh, not like she was dead! She was just away from my old town!”

Tunner: “And why did she leave then?”

Mister.Black: “She just didn’t like the town I guess.”

Mister.Black: “Now any other questions?”

Tunner: “Oh…”

(Gazes at his cup of tea.)

(Shakes the tea.)

Mister.Black: “Are you alright? You drunk very little! You haven’t even sipped!”

Tunner: “Tell me about Lucy, sir.”

.

…

Tunner: “…Remember? Remember her? Do you still?…”

Mister.Black: “…How…did you know about her…”

Tunner: “A few dreams.”

Mister.Black: “Alright…”

(Moves the cup of tea.)

(Mister.Black places his away as Tunner drinks from his.)

Tunner: “Tell me.”

Mister.Black: “…To tell you the truth? She’s practically if not literally my daughter. Especially since I adopted her. It was a little strange & unseen for a Human to be adopted by a Sprunki. But that didn’t change how we bonded! We loved each other! We would dance & sing a lot! We had so much fun that would never end! But unfortunately she & my wife live together. Far away from me… Was it something I said? Was it something I did? I can’t figure out the answer… I’ve made plenty of…mistakes… Some can heal while others never fade… But hey! This tea is nice. So happy now, Sheriff?”

Tunner: “Good to know that!… Now. Explain the occultism…”

Mister.Black: “Oh I- Ummm… How.. did you know that?..”

Tunner: “Don’t know about ya but I think you should stop recomposin’ & teach Durple how to conceal carry his diary away from sight!”

Mister.Black: “…”

Tunner: “Whats the matter? Got something to hide?”

Mister.Black: “…Where’s Durple.”

Tunner: “Uhh-he’s probably just soaking his carpet!”

Mister.Black: “How did you know about my doings already?…”

Tunner: “A few dreams.”

Mister.Black: “I-“

Tunner: “As a matter of fact, whaddya mean by ‘my doings.’?”

Mister.Black: “Erm-!”

Tunner: “Ain’t that kinda weird, eh?”

Mister.Black: “Thats not what I meant to-!”

Tunner: “What kind of convos are ya chatting up with Durple, Black? Ya think Wenda oughta feel comfortable with the idea of demonic possession over her head? Do ya!?”

Mister.Black: “Let me-“

(A faint sound is heard.)

(…Sounds of police sirens in the far distance.)

Mister.Black: “…explain why you hid your han-?”

Tunner: “Black.”

Mister.Black: “Were you covered in blood!?”

Tunner: “Listen.”

Mister.Black: “Just- Wait a moment. Where’s Simon & Du-?”

Tunner: “Black.”

Mister.Black: “…”

Tunner: “…You killed your wife, didn’t you?”

Mister.Black: “…”

Tunner: “You wanted to kill us all. I know you do. I do.”

Mister.Black: (Shivers & gasps.)

Tunner: (Glances at the top floor.)

Tunner: “So. Sayy, why donchya make this old man some British biscuits?”

Mister.Black: “Oh! Uh. Alright then!”

Mister.Black shakily returns to the kitchen while Tunner asks to go upstairs.

This sounds likely to end well n’ splendid!

Mister.Black: “So ehh… Honey Biscuit or normal?”

Tunner: “Both sound about right! Ya know, for a Brit like you.”

Mister.Black: “…Sheriff.”

Tunner: “Uhyea?”

Mister.Black: “…Sheriff. Despite the nonsensical things & frankly slanderous things you implied about me! I do admire you. You are my favorite! I respect your commitment to your duty, your job, your loved ones, Jevin, & your son! Even if he’s tragically no longer with us… You are an especially admirable Sprunki, & I enjoy your presence in this town. You are our justice & you could never do wrong! You were chosen as the sheriff for a reason. Whether its your valiant nature, your kindness, & your good-hearted sweetness. You are more than just a stranger. You aren’t a victim of some trauma, you’re most of our friends biggest role model! We look up to you! We care about your future. We care about your legacy! It doesn’t matter if you were fired, people go through terrible moments in their life every once in a while! But that should never halt your true self. Be the sheriff everyone everywhere loves! Be our hope. Be the best protector of the town you can be! And most importantly? Be the best sheriff any Sprunki would ask for!”

Tunner: “…Thank you, sir… I really… REALLY needed that!… “

Mister.Black “Alright then, I’ll get you your desserts!”

(Black starts cooking- I MEAN baking in the kitchen.)

(Tunner goes upstairs.)

(Black is finished with the oven & is to send out the biscuits.)

(Tunner starts opening a previously mentioned suitcase full of objects.)

(Black exits with the biscuits on a tray but then notices Tunner upstairs shaking.)

(Tunner is slightly hyperventilating as Black watches from below the flight of stairs.)

Mister.Black: “Ohh Sheriff! I finished the biscuits!”

Tunner: “…”

Mister.Black: “…a-are you alright honey-? I mean-Sheriff?”

Tunner: “…”

(Mister.Black feels a wave of embarrassment.)

(Tunner is silently seething upstairs.)

(Mister.Black quietly goes up the staircase.)

(Tunner makes a sound… that sounds like €ocking a shotgun.)

Mister.Black: “Sheriff? Are you alright sheriff? What are you doing up there?”

Tunner: “…”

(Mister.Black rushes up the stairs.)

(Tunner remains silent.)

Mister.Black: “Are you doing well?”

Tunner: “…fine…”

Mister.Black: “…a-are you sure you’re fine?”

Tunner: “…”

(Tunner stays silent.)

(Mister.Black gets closer.)

Tunner: (breathes.)

Mister.Black: (looks around & moves his hand & reaches his (metaphorical?) arm out.)

Tunner: “…and…”

Mister.Black: “And what? Are you fine? Are you doing alright, sheriff?”

Tunner: “… and what does it concern you… demon?…”

Mister.Black: “Sheriff, darling. Please stop these vague sentences. And what do you mean by demon-?”

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Mister.Black came closer.

And Tunner then cocked his double-barrel shotgun closed, turned around, aimed, & had blasted half of Mister.Black’s head off.

Mister.Black stumbled onto the railing & tumbled down the stairs as Tunner gleefully looked on.

Tunner killed him. A shot from a double-barrel was enough to take out the demonic British Sprunki. He stole some the biscuits because well he was hungry & it would be a shame if they went to waste, right?

Tunner packed up the rest of his stuff in the suitcase. The suitcase was locked, the shotgun was reloaded, the corpse was made, & the body has dropped.

Mister.Black was dead.

Tunner had ended the main leader of the Carnage Trio who would’ve orchestrated Phase 2. If Phase 2 wasn’t already prematurely ended with the murder of Simon, let alone mutilation of Durple, then the murder of Mister.Black definitely did.

And after the dust had settled, the floorboards stopped creaking, & Mister.Black no longer breathing, Tunner had to leave. He took one last glance at the house’s now vacant interior. Then after looking at the body of Mister.Black bleeding out a large swath of blood at the bottom of the stairs from his now ruptured head, Tunner stepped out the door & left.

Mister.Black.

The old man Sprunki with a mansion.

The Top-hat loving Gentleman.

The British Grandpa Sprunki.

The villain who would begin Phase 2 & the leader of the Carnage Trio.

Was dead with half of his head blown to pieces & brains reduced to mere bloody & pink meat chunks.

Mister.Black was always a strange fellow. From taking photos of fellow Townsprunkies, to having a close tie to the Sprunki Show’s Production Company teams, being an occultist, & the first Sprunki to have an adopted human daughter.

Yet he was also destined seemingly to murder the Sprunkies, being the one to take control of Durple, Simon, & Wenda as he would take them under his wing & unleash mass murder & torment taking many victims.

Dead, Abnormal, Injured, or alive, he would be the main mastermind. Raddy & Oren being dead or close, Simon & Durple being abnormal, Pinki being injured, & Gray being alive. Tunner would’ve supposedly either be dead or likely severely injured. But he would’ve had to live & witness the unsurvivable & undeniable death of his cub son Sky, impaled to death from rods. By none other than Wenda, the main murderous minion of Mister.Black. She was his trophy & he was her new god.

But in the end, she would have been just another pawn in his scheme, ultimately being left to fend for herself when she would no longer be of any use other than soon-to-be ground fertilizer. But that would not be the case this time as it wouldn’t have happened because of Tunner’s Rampage. Tunner ended it, before he could ever come face with his own gun trained at his head by Wenda’s hands, And now with Mister.Black out of the way, dead & soon-to-be rotting, there was no one left to save the next target.

She was all on her own.

Good.

Out of anyone, she deserves to die the absolute most.

She is the next new target.

Mister.Black would have killed her, but he & his plan for genocide were both cut short.

Mister.Black was killed & the Sheriff demands more justice.

The sheriff has his eyes set on his new target.

The Sheriff has her in his sights.

this took me weeks to finish due to procrastination but its finally done!

Some bits were censored since I want u/Rahal-Gamer to read this.

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BYEE GUYS!!:D

Simenda is a ship that I honestly adore! As much as I adore Graymon!

So here some alright!

1. There’s been personal history between their families. Whether it being close or financially connected!

2. They’re childhood friends who cared about each other but were separated in adulthood until they reunited but unfortunately had a falling out.

3. They’re former child actors who started & starred in the same show together & Simon was the rich one whereas Wenda became a mean girl later.

4. Simon had a well off life while Wenda had struggled with her neglectful mother who was controlling. Simon lived separate from his two bestest friend but did still stay with Oren. Wenda on the other hand became sad & depressive & had self-esteem issues. This changed when Wenda was conviced by Simon to leave her mom’s house & move to Sprunki Town!

5. After moving, Simon would take care of Wenda & gave her a free roof to live under by letting her become his roommate! She had difficulty adapting to Town Life but Simon managed to help her out & got her to make new friends! And even despite their falling out, Wenda & Simon still do deeply care about one another & they agreed to stay in close contact together, with Simon being invited to any of Wenda’s events, to Wenda taking therapy lessons with the help of Simon’s accompaniment! After all they’ve gone through, they aren’t truly separable! Wenda & Simon continue to be sweetly caring over each other, as best friends forever!

So yra, SynthClaws is peak guys.

GOBBLE IT UP SYNTHCLAWS LOVERS:D