#regretevator fic

[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.

[stellyeddlyn]

Kasper before the virus was possibly an average fanfiction writer and reader...

What a loser (he's like me)

Bonus:

[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

[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!!)

[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.

[axel-otl]

just a few magma doodles

ignore wallter and his bald ass head i was testing out smth

anyway i got bored and ended up experimenting with the drawing tablet

ofc i HAD to draw my goofies,, especially mach n lampert mwah mwah love them

[fymo-blogs]

Bucketfish Pt 2

[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!

[anya--writes]

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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[m1lkyw4yw1sh3z]

Refs for our Regretevator AU, "Despite Everything"!!!

The basic premise for this AU is that the infection does NOT actually replace/overwrite Kasper's sense of self, Kasper is just already going through an identity crisis and a half and getting hit with a scenecore computer virus does NOT help matters.

[nsfwregretevatorhcs]

I'm horny again and can't stop thinking about Folly, so have some nsfw hcs I have for her

She's easily turned on. She manages to hide it most of the time from other people, but sometimes she can't control herself.

Listen, this dream parasite is touch starved, whether she realizes it or not. She may think being touched is beyond disgusting, but when she actually gets touched? Heavy breathing, body shivering, incoherent mumbling.

She's very sensitive around her stomach and chest. Keep touching her there and you'll have her on her knees, wanting more.

Folly's definitely gotten off to some dreams she's seen. Sometimes, if the dream is very arousing, she'll go into her physical form and finger herself right then and there.

She's definitely into blood play. She adores the idea of making her significant other bleed from her claws.

She's into biting, both giving and receiving.

Bondage. She'd never admit it, but the idea of tying someone up makes her so heated. She's always loved the thought of restraining someone while she pleasures them. Or even better, her being tied up. Folly fawns over the idea, it makes her crazy.

When it comes to sex, Folly loves being in control. She has high stamina and can go on for a long while. So if you can't get enough of this dream parasite? Don't worry, she can't get enough of you. ♡

Pinning her significant other to the ground, her hands exploring their body. Praising them as she fucks the daylight out of them.

Though, Folly wouldn't mind being the submissive one once in awhile. Filling the room with her shaky, breathy moans as she gives into the pleasure. To be pampered and have her body worshipped, she loves it, too.

She doesn't care where it happens. In bed, the living room, doesn't matter. She could literally care less as long as she gets what she wants.

At this point, I should just write a smut fic with her

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