The Regretevator writing dump / oneshots (regretefic)

The library

Bive stared at pest and Poob as she squinted her eyes suspiciously

"That's...an oddly long LAMP"

Pest prepped the lamp (lampert in disguise) over his shoulders and scoffed at bives comment "ああ、お願い (oh please), as if this any of your business to stick your ass into."

Bive sneered "well excuse YOU! At least I'm not acting TOTALLY SUSPICIOUS like the HIEND you ARE!"

"Shut it"

"I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEEEEE"

"Oki datz ENOUGH!" Poob intervened, glaring scoldingly at the two bickerers "ugh when iz dis stoopid elevator gunna stop??"

Ding!

"...huh-"

"Speak of the devil." pest smirked "see you later, hairball" pest tainted as he and Poob exited the elevator leaving a rather frustrated bive as they had both landed in their desired designation. Splitsville.

Pest set the disguising lampert down as he poofed back to his normal form "so..-" pest scratched his head "how DO we get to the big bananas library??" Pest reminiscented about crossing the rather impossible parkour obby "don't tell me we have to cross THAT-"

"It's actually simple!" Lampert pointed "observe." He went to the far right wall on the staring platform they were on and pushed it, revealing a door that was painted to blend into the wall to push open "there we go!"

"....huh" pest looked slightly amused as him and the others walked in, with lampert letting the door shut behind him as the three stood on what seemed to be an extravagant yet mildly sized library, while mostly yellow; also had hints of brown and dark oak everywhere, reflecting off of the light the large windows coating the main walls being, with a chandelier hanging overhead to create a beautifully lively place.

"うわあ (Holy shit) .... How rich is this woman!?"

"Diz used two b her mums if i recall correctly..-" they scratched their chin as they walked through the racks and bookshelves filled to the brim with all variants of books, all sub sectioned based on their general bias of genre, pest and lampert followed, with pest signaling to lampert to stay hidden

"Anyways, listen here you two, we only need to find a book about the eye ok?? No fucking around!" He turned to Poob "especially to you"

Poob scoffed "dat iz if u don't get caught up in stealin ppls moneh!!" They blew a raspberry to which pest just rolled his eyes, then, the three split, with only lampert staying relatively close towards pest.

Pest went to the 'historic' section and rummaged through it, finding nothing but the civil war for fruittaurs and all the other basic world wars and colonization of planets. 

"目がない (No eye)...Hm..."

Meanwhile lampert went to the 'mechanical' section opposite of the row in front of pest, having no intentions to find the supposed 'eye of the beholder' but rather looking at the spines of the books setting off any of them talked about building an anthropological mechanical being, making sure to not get himself too dirty since he didn't have his sanitizer.

Meanwhile Poob went to the 'paranormal/myth' section, seeing how a majority of the stories were either just dark folklore, regional myths, clans and theive dens, then and a state called "happy county"

Happy county...

Poob's finger traces over the spine of one velvet and gold book just titled "truth of the Happy county history" and picked it up, opening it to a random page.

The Under city 

The under city must be one of the most misunderstood places and cultures in recent history, constantly being demonized for "hosting alienated canabilistic beings from the darkest casts of hell" which were just gradients, and they posed no threats, they were still targets for multiple colonies around the world and soon the overarching government of this world before the breaking, which HC and specifically the under city were not part of.

So in 1979 Richard splitsville proposed a plan to simply eliminate the population, by building multiple supposed bombs called "atomic bombs" using the shell of a plutonium to detonate onto the land and wipe them off the face of the earth in a simple swift fashion. This would lead Richard to winning multiple prizes and eventually cementing his name for being the father of nuclear research.

"...splitsville?"

"POOB!" Poob suddenly jumped, looking away from the fixated page and looking towards the calling pest as lampert stayed near "did you find anything yet?"

"Uhhh....nuh.." they sighed as the book slumped over "believe me I tried looking! But all I can find was dis book -"

Pest nearly snatched it out when he flipped through the book, reading the words and most importantly the titles add to catch a clue before he stopped and pointed at the randomized page.

"Cult for the eye of the beholder! WE FOUND IT"

Lampert shushed him as pest simply rolled his eyes before leaning in to read for the two

"In the mid 1800's a cult would emerge as part of a mid-crisis religious panic that'd spread from main central all the way to the outer rings of the under city originating from rocks with engraved forgien messages deep within the trenches of the Dead Sea. It was about a version of the rapture, the day of coming called "the day of joy" in which and I quote:  "every soul inhabiting this spoiled land across this globe will fuse with the righteous gods, the  heavens above, and the the fire of hell ergo becoming something greater than the universe thyself." This was the main turning point to create the cult infamously known as: cult for the eye of the beholder, or simply, eyes of the beholder."

"...of gourse it's in HC" lampert scoffed

"Well looks like we found our answer" pest mentioned contently, sobbing the hefty book within the confines of his jacket, perhaps to steal it "so on our way to happy county!"

"But.. like-  where will we even find that place? No one's ever reached down to the exact location of this place in years!"

Poob stared blankly before lighting up with an idea, remembering a particular friend who might help them with their journey to this mysterious eye, Poob motioned the two to pay attention as they announced

"I know sumone who can help.."