(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?

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a pest x poob book i love everyone who reads (commenters/voters/the usuals i love you more) !! cover art not mine !!

grgrgrggrrrr uhm,,,,some cute stories 🙂

Some of these might be short, sorry x-x

oneshots of bloom ,dyso and divided. They range from mini series to only stories. Some may be based on songs others on prompts. Ideas are welcomed and appreciated. Thanks for reading and have a lovely life.