The Regretevator writing dump / oneshots (regretefic)

Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me!

"W..Wh4t-!?" Infected almost yelled out, covering his mouth in shock and trembling slightly, trying to process the information.

"It's true. Last thing that happened was that, they found unpleasant, then he decided to take you insisting you'd be fine and you agreed, but you'd forgotten the medicine? I think? Yeah I think that's why he got eaten in the ride way back and you went missing...and it was all over the news thanks to witnesses."

WITNESSES?

Infected felt SICK. it was bad enough that he missed out on potentially a DECADE of his life, now it was worse that he'd fucking murdered his own FATHER of all people before running away, he gagged slightly and felt slight tears running through his face.

"Hey now! Don't beat yourself up!" Wallter almost reassured "you've done way worse things indirectly! Actually! All this is almost your fault."

Infected sternly gazed at Wallter "wh4t. D0 yu0 m34n."

"Well for one. You caused an infection to spread around thanks to that rectangles corpse. Causing a plague to break out between worlds."

Oh god

"Then. The infection hit Poob, which made MR so mad and devastated it started to destroy worlds and Mach had to murder both it and Poob"

Oh my god

"Then the worlds started to go into riots and such, which is why we look the way we are now. So in conclusion, this was all technically your fault."

Infected just stared with a slightly tear ridden face, seeing Wallter so non-chalantly describe the indirect consequences of his actions. Murdering his dad was horrible, but this? THIS? This just sent infected into a downworld spiral as he stood there for a good 8 minutes trying to process everything before breaking out into a panic attack and soon straining himself mentally and started to heave and collapsed onto the ground, crying, with Wallter just...watching.

"1M S0RRYYYYYYY" he managed to cry out through the mess of sobs and angry cries.

"I know." Wallter responded before turning around to stave out facing the broken tv, holding marks head as it laid on his lap, protectively covering his ears from the sobs so he could get a good nights sleep.

...

Infecteds body felt sore as he ran out from that house and into the desolate city, his claws were already unseathed and it was only just a matter time before the rest body mutate, he looked at the desolate window next to him, seeing the faint reflection of his face, one which already looked like it was contorting to the parasites will, he could also tell from the slightly dull ache across his teeth and face, he growled at himself and punched the window, causing a slight crack with some glass shattering, his hand bled a little before being taken over by the missing texture, making his wounds heal miraculously.

Reminded him of unpleasant.

He could heal his own injuries at such a short notice it was like he was indestructible, unfortunately it was a gradient thing.

Maybe that's why he put up with the monster of a son he had.

Infected managed to drag himself through the tedious amount of rubble and scorching sun, his body gaining dense fur all throughout didn't help, he felt like he was being roasted inside as his human consciousness was dwindling in the headache, he collapsed onto the ground and closed his eyes, letting himself get swallowed in the animalistic darkness.

...

Infected could see flashes of what went on while he went dormant, but it all went by so fast, cowering at the unfamiliar buildings? Seeing the flowers under the rubble and sniffing it as a solace to this grey area? Attacking...something? He couldn't tell. For when he awoken, his clothes were nearly non-exsistent, barely hanging around his body with his shirt fully missing, his body was still at a halfway point between his human self and that monster, as the sparks of the fireflies flew over his slightly furry body, mixing with the stars, marveling through the deep dark night, for he quickly yelped and got up.

He looked next to him to see split sew something, a shirt. His shirt. He huffed out and split simply continued doing her thing.

"S...spl1t?" Infected said groggily.

"Good night, had a 'ruff' nap I see?" She chuckled, even after all those years, she still had a slither of light to cling onto to continue making those corny puns, it didn't feel fitting in this situation however...

"Wh4t.....w4s g0in 0n?" He felt his mind slowly lose the foggiest as he looked around, being in a dense grass field in the dead of night. With no one but him and split.

"Well I found you exiting the elevator to here and you were pretty confused and seemed a lot more sick than usual, so I took take of you for a bit."

He felt a pit of relief and guilt, despite everything, split was still the nice woman she was to take care of people, even if they were the ones who caused catastrophic events.

"Don't beat yourself up" she said, making infected have a small flashback with Wallter, causing him to whine slightly, but luckily split didn't notice as she continued to ramble "but..I don't blame you honestly, no one saw this coming.."

"...wh4t h4pp3n3d w1th b1v3.?" He asked as he looked around "4nd sh0Uldnt w3 b3 1n  $pl1tzv1ll3?"

"Well yeah, but unfortunately it's ridden with infected people, and besides, I always liked nature" she commented sighing before smiling "bive is...bive is fine..we just got separated a while back.. I miss her dearly but hey, at least she's somewhere safer...I think..."

"S3p3r4t3d?"

"Dr.Retro convinced her to come, and she promised to come back..I hope she remembers to bring flowers" she chuckled a bit before it devolved into a little of of sniffing, and some tear spilling, split set the shirt down as to not accidentally sew herself with the shirt "she was my everything infected"

Infected didn't hesitate to hug split as comfort, his fur softened as split clung onto him, crying out for bive, crying out for her love, begging for the universe to lighten up on her.

And while all infected could do was stay quiet and let the sobbing banana dog let it out, he was also secretly and silently begging for bive to come, begging for everyone to come back to their homes and rightful place.

Silently begging for his dad to come back.

He missed him.