..~| An Uneasy Feeling |~.. [Regretevator]

|^.[.. The Happy Family ..]^|

(Contains Wallmark angst but with a happy ending :D)

Lampert stood in the middle of the elevator, flicking his tail back and forth agitatedly. His two fathers stood behind him, Wallter and Mark, passing dirty glares to each other. Lampert watched and waited as the counter went down. His mind couldn't stop thinking about MR, people on the verge of being murdered, whatever would happen to him and his family. He couldn't lose his fathers like Split lost Bive. Lampert hated this, maybe more than germs. The feeling of death and fear slowly creeping its way towards you to consume you whole? Why couldn't the Regretevator be a happy place like they all wanted it to be?

Ding!

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing Splitsville. It didn't look like much at first, until you noticed the end half of the obstacle course was burnt to a crisp. A hole was scorched in the side of the wall where the hallway leading to the other rooms were. Splitsville wasn't as bright and cheerful as it used to be, now it was gray, burnt, and clouded with smoke. Not even the SComics were anywhere to be seen, neither was Split.

Lampert stepped out, carefully stepping over a pile of ash and debris. "So.. Why'd you want to come here again?" Lampert asked Mark and Wallter out of curiosity. "We wanted t' get a better look at t' damage. Maybe I can fix it." Mark replied. Wallter simply scoffed "You? Fix this? Doubt it." He gestured towards the piles of burnt rubble and wrecked walls. "Shut yer mouth, brick boy! I'll have ye know I've been workin with repairs for years!" Mark said pridefully. Wallter rolled his eyes. Mark hopped towards him, about to throw a fist, before Lampert chimed in. "Dads! Please don't fight! Especially when we're in a spooky place like this?!"

Wallter and Mark glared at each other for a short moment before stepping out of the elevator behind Lampert. Lampert pulled the string on his lampshade, illuminating the space around the three. The lights in Splitsville didn't seem to be operating at the time. "I sure do hope Splits doing okay.." Wallter spoke up as he followed behind Lampert. "Me too, dad." Lampert sighed.

Losing your girlfriend AND losing your home? That sounded awful to Lampert.
He really did hope Mark would be able to try and fix what was left of Splitsville.

As the two went down the dark hallway, the smoke thickened and the scorch marks appeared to be more intense. Fading embers shot up through the ashes. "Son.." Mark said before coughing violently "..I think it's time t' go back."

As Lampert turned around to follow Wallter and Mark who were already starting to make their way out, they were stopped by a faint rattling coming from above. Lampert looked up to see one of the tiles in the ceiling shaking. Before he could react, the tile came down, almost hitting him. Lampert swiftly jumped out of the way, but ended up getting dust and ash in his eyes which caused a stinging pain. "GAH!" Lampert yelped, rubbing his eyes. His parents quickly turned back to see what had happened.

As Lampert's vision began to clear up again, he saw a puddle of melting flesh, almost in the shape of a humanoid. Lampert stared at it with disgust before quickly retracting again as it became its original form. It had a sticky note with a scribbled smile on its face. It stood up wearily, wobbling and groaning. "Fleshcousin?" Lampert said in confusion. "Of Great to be as greetings.." Fleshcousin stared him in the eyes with its smudged grin.

"Oh. Fleshcousin." Wallter said, stepping beside Lampert "What an honor to see you again, my friend." Mark bounced towards them, stumbling on debris as he made his way over.
"And honors are to you and me for you.." Fleshcousin replied woozily.
"Er.. What were you doing in the ceiling?" Wallter asked, staring up at the newly made hole in the ceiling.
That's when Fleshcousin started acting slightly more eager and panicked. "Plan! Scheme! Filthy partnership, is to ruin of all to the elevator!" It waved its arms in distress.
The three others stared and watch it ramble in pure confusion.
"Seen it have I! Witness to all! END ITS COMING FOR TO THE END!!"

Mark slowly turned to Wallter and Lampert "Any chance Bive was reincarnated as a Fleshcousin?"
"Not funny, Mark." Wallter replied bitterly.

"Green to grey! White as they eyes are! Leeching to mind, over taking, dirty deeds..." Fleshcousin rambled.
"I .. I think it might be trying to tell us something?" Lampert said, trying to listen carefully.
"Stolen! Taken! Kitchen! Hammer! Pilby!"
"P.. Pilby?" Lampert said, slightly alarmed. He turned to look up at his dads who just turned to look at each other and shrugged.

"So, what's your next plan of action, oh-so-great-mannequin?" Wallter teased.
"Why don't ya shut the hell up already?!" Mark shouted.
"I think you need that more than me!" Wallter hastily replied.
"NOT MY FUCKING FAULT YOU LEFT TO GET THE MILK!" Mark screamed, nearly making the place collapse on them.

"GUYS! COME ON FOR GODS SAKE." Lampert said, turning to them "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO ARGUE?!"
"You've made my life shit enough with your stupid divorce! Now my life's at its lowest because my 'happy' family is at risk of being torn apart by killers, even though we were never a happy family." Lampert said, tears falling down his face "I just wanted a happy family..." He sniffled, sitting against a wall with his knees held to his chest.

Wallter and Mark were silent, looking at each other with concerned expressions. Mark kneeled down next to Lampert, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Lampert." He said softly. Wallter joined in "Im sorry, too.
"I guess our bickering ruined our family..." Wallter sighed.
"But.. We don't need t' fight anymore." Mark said, lightening the mood "Who cares about concrete n wood? Forget it. Let's be the family we always wanted t' be."

Lampert looked up at the two of them, smiling. "I'm lucky to have you dads."
Wallter grabbed Mark and Lampert in his arms and hugged them. While Lampert would've been protesting against it because of all the germs, he felt this was a nice occasion.

Fleshcousin stood in the background, slowly applauding.
"Grreaat." It said.

"Ya know... I do know a little robot friend that can help us out. Remember him, Wallter?"
"Oh! Prototype! What a brilliant idea! They can help translate Fleshcousin's gibberish for us!" Wallter replied.
"Hehe, and maybe they can give you more family therapy." Lampert joked as he started towards the exit.

"Cmon, Fleshy." Wallter said, picking Fleshcousin up and resting it on his shoulder.

The four made their way back to the elevator, taking one last glance at the destruction before the elevator doors shut.

"Prototype, here we come."