The Regretevator writing dump / oneshots (regretefic)

Old friend

Lampert stood still in the familiar hospital hallway, watching the hospital door, holding onto a bag that he brought with for infected, waiting for Dr.Retro to exit.

Turns out Dr.Retro found out about him missing his medicine 3 days ago and has been making sure he takes it everyday by looming over him. And while that could be understandably embarrassing for infected, it was for his own good.

The yellow cat soon exited the hospital room, confirming for the little lampert to waltz in. Making sure to close the door behind him for privacy, looking over at the sickly infected, he looked much weaker than before, his hair a little disheveled and his his eyes sunken to the point they wouldn't even open properly, likely him missing sleep, lampert brought a chair and sat within a respectable distance once more.

"Hey infected."

"H3y.." infected responded rather unenthusiastically, forcing a fake smile.

"So how have you been? Getting better?"

"Mhh...I d0nt r..r34lly kn0w.." infected said, his face falling back to a numb state, his hands lightly gliding over the thin crinkled blanket, lampert tapped a finger for a moment or two before speaking up again "hey..it's gonna get better ok? I promise. Dr.Retro said the medicine usually does drain energy but it gets better once you get used to it."

"1 d0nt th1nk 1'll 3v3r g3t Us3d t0 th1s.."

"Oh don't say that.."

Infected didn't try to combat back, he just slumped over and sniffles a little

"1 w4nn4 cry.."

That took lampert a little off-guard by that statement, but saw that his eyes were dull and empty. "BUt 1 c4nt f33l 4nyth1ng.." he slumped over to lampert, causing lampert to instinctively drop the bag and hold infected as he rested his head on lamperts chest.

Oh boy...I don't think pilby was going to like this. But they were  there so it's fine.

Lampert felt a little disgusted at the notion, not only was it unsanitary but he struggled to find an ounce of pity for what infected was going through, he watched as infected dissociate within his arms, breathing in a rather shallow manner.

Lampert sighed and rubbed this back for comfort. Closing his eyes just a little "hey now it's gonna get better. I promise.."

After a few awkward moments of lampert just holding infecteds limp state, making sure he was breathing because sometimes he'd be convinced that he outright died within his arms.

"Hey y'know...I brought something for you.."

That instantly got the attention of infected, who made a slight reaction by turning his head around slightly. 

Lampert gently pushed away infected, helping him sit up straight, before grabbed the dripped back and opening it, to reveal..another bag.

And after 4 layers of plastic garbage bags he finally dumped the mysterious contents onto infecteds laps, his scribbled smile staying the same throughout. His eyes looking rather unfazed were as infected's eyes went as wide as dinner plates as he almost gagged.

It was guts. The insides of an actual human being, the blood seeped and spread around the fabric of the blanket like a sponge intaking food coloring. The intestines themselves looked fresh.

"W..h3r3-??"

"I might have gotten into a curfuffle.." lampert almost giggled out.

Infected could have screamed, he could have screamed out for help, or for Dr.Retro to come save him, he could've done anything.

But lampert knew he wouldn't.

And he was correct.

Infected simply stayed put within his seat as he watched the almost throbbing intestines, feeling his vision slightly blur and his breath grow heavy.

He felt the rumbling emitting from his stomach.

He wasn't eaten in a while, mostly dumping whatever food Dr.Retro brought him when she left..He'd usually just brush it have as having zero appetites.

But this was different..

Way more different..

Infected felt his muscles tense, his mouth drip slightly with watery drool as he leaned over to the bloody clump of human insides.

"Well then? Go on. I knew you were hungry. So I brought this for you."

Infected didn't even respond to lamperts little statement. He just jumped right in and started to wolf down at the intestines as he was ironically turning into one himself. A merciless animal. And all lampert did was sit and watch, feeling mostly numb but slightly amused at himself and the beastial infected.

He saw his furry friend soon slow down, licking his stained lips and wriggling the tail behind him, lampert shakily brought his hand close to infecteds head, rubbing it slowly, and surprisingly, infected didn't attack..he just pushed himself against lamperts touch, giving out whines of gratitude.

And lampert just stood still, petting his beastly friend. That feeling of amusement inflating just a little for lampert to give it a hearty chuckle under his breath, a chuckle at the fact that he'd exploited and abused his own best friends animalistic needs. The nature that everyone and even infected himself tried to keep locked away for so. So long.

He just didn't care though.

In his sick twisted mind, he just wants to make infected happy.

He didn't know what caused that switch, he knew infected hated that inner beast as much as the others feared it. Lampert himself feared it.

But ever since he murdered that player back at ikea. Something inside him just snapped. He didn't know exactly what. Perhaps his denial about his true nature as just an object made him emptily resent his existence. The only he can latch onto was the ikea itself, the only place that gave him his sense of identity. Coupled with the fact that he was a generally avoidant person being forced into social cues. That. That does something to you.

And it did something to lampert.

"You're my best friend kasper. I love you." lampert mentioned in an almost child-like happiness. A simplistic platonic joy. And in response beast infected whined rather pleasantly vigorously rubbed his warm and fluffy head against the contrasting coldness and smooth hardness of lamperts hand as he scratched gently behind his twitching ears.

In that moment lampert felt a sick thrill in all of this. A happiness perhaps.

Maybe..infecteds condition wasn't so bad.

Maybe..just maybe..it was useful.

He just hoped infected wouldn't remember any of this. But he'd understand if he does right?

He'd understand...

After all,

He's an old friend.