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(NOT MY ART / TEMPORARY COVER / FOUND ON PINTEREST) CREDITS: ! .KEYGEN / TUNDRA 🗯️‼️ This place isn't real. It never was. It's just a game, and they all knew it. So why were they playing it? The interesting thing about the Regretavator was the fact that you never really knew what to expect. Each floor was different and there was no way to tell what was coming. Maybe it could be good. Maybe it could be bad. Floor after floor, it never seemed to end. There was always another game to complete for reasons nobody ever really knew the reason for. You just did. That was the life. Sometimes, you start to wonder how you even got here though - a simple question that was often overlooked. Nobody seemed to remember anything from before this, and strangely, they also didn't seem to care. Those who did were not listened to, each left to their own thoughts and fears. There's something missing from this all. It all feels wrong. Why can't they remember? What was this all for? Doesn't anyone see? Why don't they see? This is all some sort of trap. Some experiment? What's wrong with this place? How do they leave? Why are they here? This place isn't real. It never was. It's just a game, and they all knew it. So why were they playing it? What is the Regretavator?

grgrgrgr i have no plot for this tbh... One day in the Regretevator, the doors open to Infected Apartment. Everything seems normal, until Infected limps inside. His virus seemed to have gotten worse, but nobody knows how bad it truly is until its too late. Quick term thingy: Leeched: A term used to describe when the virus takes over the body and brain of its victim, and becomes transmittable. This story will contain: - Gore - (Poor and rushed) drawings of Leeched characters - A Zombie Apocalypse style - Death - Serious Topics - SLOW UPDATES!! This story will NOT include: - Smut - Happy ending :C

Ya heard me, REGRETEVATOR... ONE SHOTS!!!!!

Cover art by: me! (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.) ---------------------------------------- ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ɪꜱɴᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ... ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ. ---------------------------------------- REGRETEVATOR X GENDERNEUTRAL!READER #1 on regretevatorroblox tag #2 on regretevator tag

a crash in the night. gasps from people like air deflating from a balloon, decrescendo into the whispers of horror, where the words are left unattended to slip away without a trace alas the promises don't link much longer flying like a bird, free in the air until it's wings snap shut, folding forever falling to the depths of consequence below at what price? the beetle scampers to avoid it's demise but it's only enclosed walls among itself from the moment the lamp flickers off to the moment the beetle's shell is crushed its all in favor: for the masked partier --- haha,, funny poem thing that may or may not foreshadow what will happen IM A NEW WRITER PLEASE DONT DUNK ON ME HFJFJDJDJDJDDJFFJSJSAKAAKSKSKSSS IT MAY SEEM OOC SAME WITH MY OTHER STORIES HEL PAJJCCKKACKZMSKK

Yeah. Pretty cursed. Can't add edits tho :(

Some of these might be short, sorry x-x

okay so this is a book about my au >v< im not saying this is canon because it's 100% not and just something I made for fun =P cover art creds to: @KindaGlumm on twitter =]