#chisk

Discomfort.....

Btw, I made the punctuation like that on purpose, so please don't complain hehe

Without the text

Chisk

the kid depicted here kind of looks to be a fusion of Frisk and Chara, but kind of in the opposite way as Kris

because whereas Kris physically resembles Frisk but wears clothes resembling Chara's, this kid resembles Chara (moreso than Kris resembles Frisk honestly) but is wearing clothes reminiscent of Frisk I don't think this necessarily means much mind you, I do think that initially this kid was meant to be Frisk, as originally the storyboards for the opening cutscene where meant to be of them, but when Toby noticed that Temmie drew them with a single stripe on their shirt, he decided to make it about Chara instead

I just think it kind of adds a bit to the twist that Frisk and The Fallen Human aren't meant to be the same person, and I wouldn't be surprised if Toby decided not to change the poster because it served that purpose to some degree

The arena buzzed with soft, electric hums as energy dampeners adjusted to the incoming power surge. Deep within the reinforced dome, two figures stood facing one another beneath the glow of amber simulation lights.

Selah hovered a few feet off the ground, wings partly extended, his black hair flickering faintly with traces of ember heat. His expression held that usual crooked smirk—half challenge, half threat.

Chisk stood opposite him, arms crossed, exo-prosthetics whirring softly. Sparks danced up his gauntlets in lazy arcs, more out of boredom than menace. His hair was tied back today, suit sealed tight.

“You know,” Chisk said, cocking his head, “you could’ve asked before melting the coffee machine...again.”

Selah’s grin widened. “It looked at me funny.”

“Uh huh. Pretty sure it was you who made it scream.”

“Well, that just means it was sentient. Thanks for that, by the way."

Chisk sighed, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, Ember-boy. Let’s burn off that smug attitude.”

Selah’s tail flicked eagerly. “Ember-boy? Think you’re ready to step up from training wheels, Sparkplug?”

The simulation lights flared red.

“3… 2… 1… FIGHT!”

Selah launched first, trailing heat and smoke. His wings cut the air like blades, and a cluster of molten orbs ignited in his palm. With a whip of his arm, he sent them hurling toward Chisk in a staggered formation—left, right, center.

Chisk reacted instantly, electricity bursting from his palms in a forked net. The orbs hissed and vanished into harmless sparks as the net dispersed them mid-flight. He shot forward with magnetic propulsion, boots slamming into the floor with reinforced grip, and his gauntlet-wrapped fist surged forward.

Selah dipped low, twisting in midair, tail curling beneath Chisk’s legs to trip him. Chisk caught the motion, flipped over the sweep, and landed in a crouch. His exo-suit sparked as he kicked upward, jabbing with a short, focused shockburst that nicked Selah’s side.

“Not bad,” Selah muttered, steam rolling from the wound as it sealed almost instantly. “Let’s see you dodge this.”

Selah flared his wings and dropped like a comet. His fist slammed into the ground just as Chisk leapt back, too slow. A hellfire shockwave erupted outward, knocking Chisk off his feet. He flipped mid-air, twisting with a grappling cable to yank himself upright again.

"You're heating up," Chisk said, electricity dancing around his shoulders. "But you always peak too early."

Selah’s psionic energy suddenly surged, invisible force tugging at Chisk’s mind. Memories flickered—Sora, crying as a baby, the void of a lost universe. Chisk gritted his teeth, neural implants crackling to life and scrambling the psychic channel. He roared back with a charged blast straight to Selah’s chest, throwing him against the dome wall.

The demon crashed hard but landed on all fours, dragging a claw along the floor as his body began to glow.

“Enough warming up, let's see you grit those teeth,” he growled.

“Agreed,” Chisk muttered, voice low, gauntlet humming louder. The two stood once more, battered, breathing hard, but burning brighter than ever.

Selah’s wings ignited in full blaze, his horns faintly showing through as he entered a controlled demon mode. His claws burned white at the tips.

Chisk’s right arm sparked violently, his Arc Titan Punch fully charged, veins of light running through the prosthetic like glowing circuitry.

They charged at the same time.

Selah soared low, tail trailing behind him like a blazing whip. Chisk dashed across the ground, every step pulsing with kinetic energy. In the center of the arena, hellfire met lightning in a devastating, bone-rattling collision.

There was no scream, just impact.

A dome-wide shockwave pulsed out from the center, shattering parts of the simulated floor, crashing light displays, and leaving static haze across the walls.

When the dust cleared, both bodies were slumped against opposite ends of the arena.

Selah lay on his back, smoke curling from his chest. His wings were gone, burned out. His tail flicked once, then stilled.

Chisk sat propped against a cracked wall, gauntlet scorched and fried. His chest rose and fell, slowly... then stopped.

The arena lights flashed red.

“D O U B L E K . O .”

A split-second later, both fighters shimmered—disintegrated into light, then reformed at their starting positions.

Selah blinked, rolling his neck. “Oof.”

Chisk shook out his arm, testing the circuitry. “I think I fried a neural node.”

“That was fun.” Selah grinned, fangs showing. “Wanna go again?”

Chisk smirked. “After you buy me a new coffee machine.”

"...Loser pays."