#regretevator fic

[thebeesarebusy]

You're the only person I've seen who is doing Pest x Reader and I've gotta say I've been waiting very patiently because I'm a SUCKER FOR THAT BEETLE😭😭😭 I bet it's going to be good 😼👍

I HAVEN'T TOUCHED IT IN A WHILE

I'm so unsure of how to write pest ngl

I plan for it to be a series though....

[xxn00bpwn3rxx]

zilly zhort fic that fuelz my autizm over Lethal Company and Regretevator (ft. Poob, Pest, and Infected) :3 i waz going 2 draw it in comic form but i dunt hav teh patience 2 draw a comic that long zo i juzt decided to write it!! lol (i might try eventually but i hav other thingz i wanna draw firzt zo it iznt a priority)

ㅤInfected sat in the ship nervously, watching Pest on the monitor as he neared the ship, the map making his indicator a suspicious red dot instead of the usual yellow one that indicated a person. He heard a light clang behind him, and Infected slowly turned his head towards the sound, coming face to face with Pest in the doorway of the ship. Infected paled slightly when he noticed Pest wearing the mimic mask, and he was just standing there, staring him down, unmoving. ㅤHe sniffled nervously, hand on the stick that would turn the ship on. When Infected sniffled, 'Pest' started moving forward and Infected let out a small shriek, slamming down on the stick and starting up the ship. 'Pest' suddenly stopped, and as the ship flew off, the mask deactivated and fell off at his feet. He blinked a couple times, taking his helmet off and staring down at the mask. ㅤ"y0U [Content Deleted]!!!!1! u kN0 no7 2 PuT 0n t3H Ma$k!!!!" Infected yelled at Pest, getting frustrated. He growled at Infected, his mandibles twitching slightly. ㅤ"I didn't put the #### thing on! Something PUT IT on me!" He argued back, kicking the mimic mask, making it slide across the floor and underneath the filing cabinet. He cringed, knowing it was worth some money, so he quietly hoped that he didn't break it by doing that. ㅤInfected rolled his eyes, and went back to the monitor. Fear slowly dawned on his face as he realized he started up the ship and Poob wasn't here. Which meant they were either dead, or he accidentally left them behind, which was basically leaving them for dead. Pest slowly came up next to him and looked at the monitor as Infected switched it over to Poob, showing them unmoving in a random part of the map on the planet they just left. Infected muttered something that sounded more like an upset whine than actual words, and Pest snickered softly. "Oh they're definitely dead."

ㅤThe ship made a small jingle sound, and both of them turned around when they heard the sound of boots softly hitting the ground. Poob had appeared next to the filing cabinet, teetering on their feet lightly as if they were dizzy from the recovery and instant teleport back to the crew's ship. Infected sighed softly in relief, looking back over at the monitor and grumbling as it now said that they were fined $50 for the death of Poob and not recovering their body and items. ㅤPest walked over to Poob and leaned his shoulder on theirs, tilting his head down slightly to look at them and smiling toothily that made his face crinkle up around the eyes. "So, how was being dead?" He said, placing his other hand on his hip, acting a bit sassy. ㅤPoob recovered themselves, and whirled around to face Pest, pushing him away and taking their helmet off as well to frown at him more effectively. "u KILLED ME! WIF A STOP SIGN!" they pouted. ㅤInfected looked at Pest in surprise, then looked at Poob, growing angry again. "h3y!! H3 tr13d 2 d0 tH@t 2 M3 T00!!!11!" ㅤ"now becus of u, we hav a $50 fine and we r barely gonna meet quota!" Poob went over to the cabinet and opened it to grab more backup supplies, Pest snickering again at seeing them so riled up. ㅤ"Surprising that you're only worth $50. あなたには5ドルの価値しかない。(You're only worth $5)" Pest joked with the last statement, crossing his arms and leaning now against the ship wall, still smiling at Poob. They grumbled and walked over to him, flicking his beetle horn with a smile back, purposely trying to piss him off. Pest growled, swatting their hand away. "Excuse you!" he retorted. ㅤPoob retorted back, "o im sory am i supposed to feel BAD towerds my MURDERER?" They flicked his mandible now, knowing Pest wasn't going to bite them. Infected had a small smile on his face as he heard this little argument between them, busy calculating the loot they had in the corner and hoping it was enough money, with some left over.

ㅤSnarling, Pest pushed past Poob and walked over to the computer. "#### you. We're going to Titan." He smirked, typing in the coordinates with fast precision as if he had done this many times over before. Infected twirled around, looking at Pest in fear. Both him and Poob yelled in unison, "N0!!!!" while running over to Pest, not realizing it was too late and he already redirected the ship and started it back up. ㅤ"we r so ded." Poob hissed out, picking up their party horn from the monitor desk and blowing it obnoxiously loud at Pest, smacking his cheek with it. ㅤ"We'll be fiiine. Have faith, Poobear."

[ They were not fine. They all died on the third day and lost everything. :1 ]

[xmothbrothx]

The Bag that you Drag

I need to recover from "The Cleave" so have this!

[these-secondhand-wings]

hi guys new chapter of hit and run out. sorry it took so long I apparently needed to kill the meaner version of myself in my brain to remember that I can do whatever I want forever

[simianfangs]

someone help him hes posssessd

[rip-headphones-users]

My Headcannons for how Infected and Kasper operate

Buckle up, this is a long post. Thinking about how characters function in relation to the world around them is basically a hobby of mine, so expect more. (I have others planned for both lampert and unpleasant at the very least)

(Not ship related) (angst heavy sorry)

Kasper’s infection is a brain-rooted/cognito-hazardous parasite

He got it after purposely ignoring a chainmail curse, both as a sort of “fuck around and find out” as well as an outright form of self-harm/self-sabotage.

The parasite is the one that primarily controls all the conscious actions of infected, while kasper now acts sub-consciously.

Its less of a split-mind situation and more of a Venom + Eddie or Gundam + Pilot situation they are two separate entities inhabiting the same body that can potentially act at the same time

It just so happens that the parasite from the chainmail curse has VERY similar desires/interests/motivations to Kasper, so the host/parasite relationship actually works very well.

Infected accidentally makes Kasper lose a decent chunk of weight after it takes over, due to it not being able to feel when Kasper is hungry and forgetting to let him eat

Kasper and Infected can be addressed separately (Lampert, UnpleasantGradient, Folly and maybe a few others know this) and Kasper tends to choose not to respond due to his own apathy, instead opting to let Infected take the lead.

Being able to respawn/no permadeath on the regretevator is the reason why Kasper opted to infect himself, as he saw it as the next closest thing to death/suicide.

Allowing infected to enter his mind has radically reduced Kasper’s lifespan. (He’d be lucky if he made it to his late 30’s)

His nose bleeds when Kasper and infected try to act at the same time

Infected is only transferrable via chainmail

Infected doesn’t feel any of the bodily necessities that kasper has, so its not uncommon for him to collapse of exhaustion, dehydration, hunger, ect. If someone doesn’t remind him.

Infected doesnt feel pain either

Kasper feels it though. A lot.

In fact the whole process of infected entering his mind was incredibly painful as is.

Infected isn’t the reason why things in the elevator/on his own body suddenly lose their texture, neither of them know why that happens now.

They personally aren’t physically effected by it and both find it cool, so neither are bothered.

It’s probably just the result of infected’s malware (thats only technically supposed to effect machines) managing to attach itself to a human. Or maybe Kasper could do that and never previously knew. Who knows. ;)

Kasper/infected can phase through objects that are textureless, including parts of his own body. Anything else will collide as it normally would, and take damage.

Infected will always talk with full leetspeak, (L13k D1$) while Kasper will only have one letter/number substitution (L1ke Th1s)

UG unintentionally named infected that. Basically just looked at Kasper, who had just let a parasite into his mind, and looked at the chainmail virus on his computer, and it went “huh… Bro’s Infected”

Bro is, in fact, infected.

[ff-killjam]

Insistent Care (Pest x Reader)

A/N: something simple for now, I'll try to write some more interesting and longer fics of this guy in the soon future

Reader can be read as gn as it is not specified

Feedback is greatly welcomed and encouraged

Pest was someone you will tend to see walk into the elevator and reserve himself to a corner of it, staying away from anyone else who just so happens to be in there. You didn’t think much of him for the most part, other than thinking how cool those mandibles are…

Nothing much happened between thew two of you until one day he just so happened to pickpocket you and made note of it just as the doors of the elevator was about to close. You remember his smirk and showing what money he took as you try to catch the doors and prevent them from closing. Too bad someone dropped a banana peel on the ground, causing you to faceplant right into the ground.

Thanks to the combination of losing your cash and looking like a fool with a face full of pain, you tried to avoid Pest (and any future banana peels). Thankfully, for the next couple of trips on the elevator, you didn't spot the guy near or in the elevator.

The elevator stops at the subway station. Feeling the need to explore down the tracks for potential cash, you hop off the platform after something speeds by and walk down the dark tunnel with your light. You search one side of a platform found not too far away from the main one, making sure not to miss anything. You turn your focus to the other side, almost dropping your light as you spot Pest sitting on the ground against the wall. He sneers at you but doesn’t move.

“Hey… are you alright?” You mustered up some courage to say something, to which he ignores your question. Part of you wants to just leave and head back to the elevator, but you take a step closer to him anyways.

“Go away” He coldly demands. You feel your heart rate spike up but brave it out and get closer again. “Are you deaf?”

“Nope” You simply reply as you kneel somewhat close to him. You notice that he has a hand on the side of his torso and what you assume to be some blood bleeding out. It wasn’t a major loss but is still serious. “You’re hurt” You point out.

“Yeah, no shit” Pest mumbled, “none of your business anyways” You slightly frown at his words.

“Well, now it is” You laid your light to the side and open your bag to grab a first aid kit. Pest wordlessly watches as you before you turn to face him again, determined look on your face.

“I don’t need your help you know” He continues to speak in a somewhat angry tone.

“Well, is anyone else going to help you then?” You sternly asked.

“I can deal with this later” Pest spat back.

“And risk a bacterial infection? Are you stupid?” You bluntly say, making Pest be taken slightly aback from the minor insult. “Look, I know you’re smart and a loner type of guy, but if nothing happens to that wound now, there is a high chance that cut will get worse.”

There was a brief pause that felt forever. Pest thinking in his head what to do now and how to react to your insistence of providing medical aid. Before any conclusion is drawn, you’re already getting closer and gesturing to him to expose the wound site so you can deal with it.

It’s clear at this point nothing will convince you to change your mind. So instead of wasting more time and energy on something fruitless, Pest hesitantly allows you to see his injury better. As suspected, nothing too serious, and thankfully nothing like stitching or beyond is needed. However, it was still a decent cut and hasn’t started to scab yet due to the said size.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to lift your clothes up a bit so I can get better access” You ask as you prepare the disinfectant. He grumbles angerly at this, however. “It’s either you do it or I do it, take your pick” This seems to make him move the clothing out of the way.

There was a lot of hissing and cursing as you made sure to clean the cut on him. You make sure to reassure him the stinging was the medicine working. Once that is done, you put the right size band aid on there, putting a bit of medical tape on as well to ensure it stays on.

A quick job once it was all over and you were putting your things away. Pest sat there, shirt and sweater pulled down again, thinking about this whole ordeal. Nothing was said for the most part.

“I’m not going to ask how this happened, I have a feeling you don’t want to talk about it” You look around before standing back up again with your light “Try staying safe, okay?” You walk back where you came from, leaving Pest alone with his thoughts in the dark.

The next day comes around, and you wake up from your sleep in your room. There's some cash on the bedside table that you don’t remember being there. The amount was the same as what was stolen from you on the elevator.

[pest1c1de]

Oh yeah your face is out of place

And i cant make you out

[littleroseprince]

Dr. Retro Caregiver + Little Reader Y/N

requested by the pookie the sibbie hii @galacticclaw

You were currently in the elevator, sitting on the railing and dangling your legs. You were slowly but surely slipping into little space, subconsciously getting quieter and quieter as time passed.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, snapping you back to reality. You fidgeted with your hands as you walked through the elevator door with hesitance and looked at your surroundings. This was.. The gumball floor. It was very colorful, and you smiled ever so slightly. As you explored, you saw a familiar face. Dr. Retro.

The doctor smiled up as she saw you, waving and getting up from her desk. There were papers tucked neatly on top of the desk, with the exception of a few stray ones. Your eyes darted back to her as she stood in front of you.

"Hi, Sugar!" She purred, softly patting your head. "How have you been doing, hon?"

You giggled ever so slightly, the pet names making you slip more. It was nice here. It was calmer than the elevator, which had noisy players.

But now it was just you, and Dr. Retro.

She smiled, her ears twitching a bit as she started to catch onto your demeanor. She crouched down to your level, which, she didn't have to do, but she knew it gave you the illusion of being small. "Is someone feeling little?" The cat doctor chirped. You silently nodded, biting your thumb.

Dr. Retro frowned, and gently took hold of your hand, cupping your wrist with both of her paws. "Ah ah Sugar, that's not good for you.." You whined in response, to which Dr. Retro sighed. "Hold on," She mumbled, walking back towards her desk. Her tail swished happily behind her as she found the object she was looking for. You watched with intent eyes as she walked back to you, and you let out a tiny gasp as she handed you your paci.

"T'ank you.." You mumbled, hesitantly taking the pacifier. She smiled, and patted your head again. "No problem hon. Here, I'm a bit busy, but you can get cozy in my lap while I finish these papers? How does that sound, Sugar?" You nodded frantically at the proposal, which made the doctor chuckle. She picked you up, holding you securely with her paws. She sat down in her chair, and gave you a fidget toy to play with as she continued her papers. You watched her for a bit, before fiddling with the toy that was in your hands.

🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼😽🍼

Dr. Retro set you down onto the couch, draping a blanket over you and planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She pet your head one last time before returning to her chair and going back to work. She stared at you for a moment, sighing happily.

[giggly-bug]

you should do a fanfic that isn’t a ship but is instead something entirely ridiculous for morale like sebastian on masterchef or folly taking over twitter to be queen of hatred. doing something absurd where you don’t take yourself seriously helps with writers block as well

LMAO THIS IS FUNNY ASF

I will see what I can do o7

[ribbonbite]

I WISH YOU ROSES ₊♡₊˚ [FOLLY X READER]

she misses them so dearly

♡ gender neutral reader, hurt no comfort, song fic sort of?, poor folly can't catch a break, no happy ending sorry!, really vague cause of death ♡

notes!・₊✧ : made a fic for my beautiful girl because i rarely see them ooouu... anyways sorry if she's incredibly out of character 😔 i tried my best (also i know i put the reader as gn, however this MIGHT be doomed yuri...)

based off : "I Wish you Roses" by Kali Uchis

She despised when people would throw those awful red petals at her. The annoying players around her often threw them to be nice, but Folly always reacted negatively, even more than before. It was like these petals were greatly offensive to her. She would threaten to harm those who even dare to get close with the cone.

Folly would never explain why, though. She never stated the reason why these harmless red flowers made her so upset. Not until one day, when all of the people that once boarded the elevator left. All except for Wallter.

They were the only ones in the elevator at this point. The humming of the lift made everything worse, filling Folly's head with more agony. She started rubbing her forehead as to get the awful noise out of her mind.

"Folly?"

Wallter had interrupted the god awful noise, thank the lord. "Are you doing alright?"

He already knew the question he asked was useless. it was clear to him that she wasn't doing good at all. Her behavior had been so different recently.

As Folly continued to massage her temples, she took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm alright." She replied, her voice shaking subtly. She normally looked into Wallter's eyes as they spoke, but this time, she was looking away as if ashamed.

"Hm, but it's very obvious you aren't okay." Wallter pointed out. "You seem to hate when others toss those pretty petals around. You're more violent then ever, I would say."

"I..." The mention of the petals made her stop. Folly removed her hand from her head, her expression unreadable. "I don't need to explain anything to you, Wallter." The concrete man frowned at her words. Crossing his arms, he spoke again.

"This isn't like you at all. What has happened?"

₊♡₊˚ ( ╥﹏╥ )・₊✧

"Hey Folly! Do you like flowers?"

The said woman looked over, a cheesy grin plastered across your face. It looked like you were planning something.

The both of you were relaxing in a forest, somewhere in the world where no one would bother you two. A strong smell of roses from the bushes nearby wafted through the air. Folly squinted her eye before looking back up at the bright red and blue sunset.

"They're weak. One swift of the hand and they're gone," She said. "Just like that."

"Hm, well you're gonna hate my gift then." You mumbled before sitting up from your laying position. You turned your back to her, fumbling around in the bag you brought along. "Where is it..."

She seemed confused at your actions but didn't say anything. Suddenly, with a loud 'Aha!', you turned to face her.

You were holding a flower crown made out of the roses that were nearby. "These flowers reminded me a lot of you so I thought I could make something out of them!"

Without warning, you placed it on the top of her beret. Or rather attempted to, as the crown was threatening to slip off. You giggled at the sight of Folly with a sloppily placed rose crown on her head. "You look nice with it!" You exclaimed.

She looked very unimpressed by both your gift and laughter. Deep down, however, she was grateful for all of it. It made her chest feel warm, her heart was pounding. Guess even a figure of hatred and malice could feel these emotions too.

"Hm..." Folly hummed, grabbing onto the crown gently yet firmly to inspect it. She glided her fingers across the soft petals. The vines still adorned a few leftover thorns you seemingly forgot to pluck off. The rose petals were a similar color to her, a bright crimson red. The crown was large enough to fit her head too. 'They put thought into this', she pondered. She began to get lost into the details.

"Do you like it?"

Your voice brought her back to reality. She looked at you for a moment before letting out her usual sinister laugh. "It's pretty, mortal... but its useless to me." She responded.

"So you DON'T like it?" You pouted slightly, a bit sad at her words. "Well, I guess if you don't like it, you can hand it ba-"

"No." The mere thought of handing the flower crown back when all of your hard work went into making it made Folly feel even more inclined to keep your gift. "I'll keep it... For now..."

With a big sigh of relief, you smiled. "I'm glad..." You grabbed the crown from her and set it aside before going in to wrap your arms around her larger frame.

"Please keep it forever." You muttered into her sweater. "Promise."

Folly normally hated when people hugged her, but you? You were the only person allowed to hold her. Your touch was soft and gentle, like a warm blanket.

With the sun setting even further into the horizon, this moment felt like a dream. She wanted it to last forever.

So then, how did it come to this?

Folly cursed whatever higher being was up there when she saw your lifeless body laying in that same spot just days later. You passed so suddenly. No one else knew what happened, it was so out of nowhere. It was like someone was playing a sick joke on her.

Weeks had passed since you were gone from this world. She stared at the rose crown in her hands, the last thing you gave her. "Please keep it forever" echoed in her head over and over again, your voice sounding so happy that she accepted your gift. Oh how she missed the sound of your voice.

Suddenly, a single tear had fallen onto one of the petals which deepened the color. Another tear came, then another, then more droplets. Folly rarely ever cried, and yet here she was, silently crying over the only thing she had of you. She missed you so immensely, it hurt.

From then on, the sight of red roses and petals made her sick. Her thoughts were only of you whenever she saw them, the sight of your body laying cold and still on the ground.

But even with her grief, Folly fulfilled her promise of keeping the roses forever. Occasionally, when no one else is in the elevator, she'll take it out of her pocket and inspect it. Though, one day she noticed the flowers starting to wilt, but she didn't care. All she could think of was you.

Folly never did moved past the mourning period, even years later with the dead flowers still in her pocket. But inside, she secretly wished that you were well, wherever you were.

[thebeesarebusy]

Planning out a regretevator fic that will probably end up being pest x reader because I'm a sucker for beetle boy. No idea when that'll be posted but I'll let yall know:)

[torantuga]

uhhhh nobody asked 4 this but-- nick's full ref! i changed his clothes a bit,, mostly in color tho!! (this isnt intertwined fic nick its just nick frm the alenoah gay dads au n thats it!!)

[fymo-blogs]

Bucketfish Pt 2

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This will be the last of the main introduction one, I will make some fluff (and angst), and Bucketfish fics in the future! The first part is here

Spud didn't fully know if they could trust this large fish person, but he seemed nice enough.

"Spud... Spud was human." Spud began, "but, Spud, that stupid cat abducted Spud in one of xeyr spaceships, and, Spud, expieremented on Spud, turning Spud into this."

Sebastian tilted his head sympathetically, seemingly contemplating something. He then seemed to make up his mind and said, "This isn't something I talk about much, so count yourself lucky."

Spud began to listen intently.

"I was also once human, but then got falsely accused of nine murders and was given the death sentence. Urbanshade, however, took me from death row and created a fake execution file to make everybody think I was dead so they could use me for their messed up expierements. They were working on a way to give humans gills and needed somebody to test their research out, and they happened to choose me. I don't want to even begin with what they did, but in short, I ended up like this." He seemed upset by the end of the story.

"Spud.. That's awful... Spud..." Spud wasn't quite sure how to respond.

Sebastian seemed surprised, "You... Actually care?"

"Spud... Of course!" Spud was baffled that Sebastian was shocked.

"Nobody ever cares..." He seemed completely befuddled.

"Do you, Spud, need a hug?" Spud offered.

"... A hug would be nice..." Sebastian nodded.

Spud proceeded to hug as far up as she could reach, eventually being hugged back by Sebastian.

Sebastian was so cold, yet Spud was so warm... It was a perfect combo.

I hope you enjoyed this fic series!

[xmothbrothx]

Update

Chapter 7 of "A Dance with Death" has its first draft done. I have started Chapter 8. Act 2 will have five chapters total. Hope to get stuff done by the end of the year!

[bees--collection--of--fics]

hello, i just came across your blog.

Idk if you write an X reader type but if you do

Can i request for a Lampert Regretevator x calm reader Headcanons? Or anything you want, because im starivng for Lampert ocntetn

Of course!

Lampert sighs, putting away a box in Rokea. Today was a long day. That was until you came along to find him. He didn't exactly enjoy the elevator and the other NPCs but he thinks you're okay. He considers you to be a good person. You stop fights due to how calm you were.

He wonders why you're so calm. Lampert doesn't know why nor all the other NPCs but he enjoys how calm you are. There's not a lot of chaos going on when you are in the elevator. He envied how calm you are when you're under pressure. He thinks there's possibly nothing that can make you snap or to tip you off.

He sighs again, once again graced by your presence. Lampert loves you but he'd never admit that out loud. That was until he sighs once more and you ask him what seems to be the problem. "My problem is that I wonder how you're so calm all the time. It's not fair."

You look at Lampert, smiling. Wait, why are you smiling? "Why are you smiling?" He asks. You spoke to Lampert.

"Because it's quite a simple question. I'm calm all the time because I feel like it's the best thing to do." Satisfied with your answer, Lampert nods. "I have something to admit." He spoke up once again, breaking the silence.

You nod politely, listening to Lampert. "I love you." Lampert managed to squeeze out. "You do?" He sighs.

"Yes, I do." You smile at Lampert again. "Well, I love you too." That took him by surprise. "R-really?"

You nod. "Mmhm!" From that point forward, the two of you started dating. Lampert was the happiest he's ever been.

Yeah, sorry this took so long. I was trying to get ideas until it hit me on my head at 4:44 AM my time. I'm not even kidding. Anyways, here's your Lampert X Reader :o]

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