Regretavator

Chaos started anew in the elevator once more, this elevator was NOT large enough for so many NPCs at once. You was an NPC stuck in this eternal that is Regretavator. It was Hell, but at least there were others who shared this fate as you. Every single day. You'd spend hours in this cramped elevator, just to end up dying or some other way to get sent back to your floor. Even then, you'd be forced back into that elevator once more. You were in this elevator once more. Gnarpy was being quiet and visibly pissed off once again, Folly was enjoying every little ounce of suffering in this hellhole, Melanie was trying her best to stay positive but it was getting hard to keep a smile on her face, Split was cracking horrible jokes as always, Bive was concerned about the government "mind controlling" her, Party Noob was just happy with his party decorum, Pest was actively trying to steal from Infected (as if he had anything), Pilby was huddled in the corner, nervous crying, Dr. RETRO was examining Infected, as she was curious why he was constantly sick, and Mannequin Mark? He's a mannequin. What'd you expect? Dr. RETRO: "Meow, Purr... (You are quite the specimen...)" Pest: "Stop moving, damn it..." Infected: "I'll take that as a compliment!" Sneezes "Sorry for sneezing on you Doc..." Folly: "I'll relish in your blood when the river flow red..." Pilby: "I'm scared..." Split: "Why did the banana visit the doctor? Because it wasn't peeling well!" Bive: "Guys! Don't drink the water! It's the government trying to mind control us!" Gnarpy: Mumbling angrily in the corner "Oh my Goodnezz, Bive... Zhut the hell up!"