Another regretevator self insert lore writing! I might actually make a fanfiction, but for now I like writing these little blurbs. I hope you like them as much as I do!
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“No! Absolutely not. You’re not going on that elevator, you’ll create more attention to yourself than needed, and then put your people in danger. It isn’t smart.” Mach spoke quickly, quill writing in swift cursive silhouettes, she’s barely even glancing up at me, but by the whitening in her knuckles and the furrow in her overgrown brows, she’s not happy. Her jaw clenches and unclenches periodically, and she puts the paper she was writing on in a separate pile.
“I am meant to be a protector, Mach- a protector to my people! It’s what I’m training for, she’s dangerous, she’s now visiting my dreams, she knows too much about me, if she ends up telling the people I rule-“
Mach cuts me off, raising a hand to effectively make the gesture more sudden, “She won’t if you stay out of her way. She only is talking to you to frighten you. It’s what she does. You’re not going on that elevator.”
“Maybe she’s not the only reason I want to go on there.” I counter, and Mach looks up at me, pursing her lips and reaching up to scratch her jaw, leaving soft, faint marks on her skin. The marks are too red to be human. She narrows her eyes at me, and in turn I place my hands on my desk, lean in, and narrow mine back.
“Why else, then? If you’re going to continue to fight, back up your claim.” She grabs another paper and looks back down at her work, writing again with that quill. In the moment of my thought, the sound of the quill scratching against course paper becomes too much, and I snatch it out of her hand.
The glare she gives me is dangerous.
“Maybe I don’t want to only know my small village. Maybe I want to meet more people, make allies, make friends that don’t kiss my feet because they think they know me when they don’t. Maybe, I don’t know, want to have a distraction to the turmoil that is my brain? You know my thoughts consume me greater than anything else, and when I’m there that’s the only thing I have. I want to see something different for once.” My voice tapers off, and I gently hand back her quill, but she doesn’t go back to writing, but she’s still watching me.
She just doesn’t speak.
The silence is enough to make me softly break, a quiet sob gently escaping my throat, “I..I want to live again, Mach. If…If I have to be stuck here for…for eternity, I want to do it while living. I know it’s what she would’ve wanted.” A hot tear drips down my cheek, and falls from my chin and splatters onto my desk. Now she’s quiet, but it has a different air to it.
I don’t look up at her, and I stay quiet, but I hear her chair wheels rolling, and the soft heft of heavy footsteps walk around the desk and reach me.
Her arms reach to touch me, and instinctively I flinch back her, face contorting into fear as I look up at her, but she only has her arms out. More tears drip down my cheeks, and she just stands there, not walking closer, but keeping her arms out. Her eyes watch me, but her expression is softened.
I slowly inch into her embrace, and wrap my arms around her. She does the same. She’s stiff, and while this isn’t the first time we’ve hugged, it’s not enough to shake that stiffness in her mechanical body just yet. The effort and the gesture is enough to show she cares, though.
“..I’m sorry for yanking your quill out of your hand, I shouldn’t have let my frustration leak out on you.”
“I know you didn’t mean it. I forgive you. Just don’t make a habit out of it.” She pulls away from the hug, but her hands stay on my arms as I pull away as well. She reaches, carefully and slowly so I can watch her movements, and gently pats my head.
“I won’t.” I smile weakly.
She smiles back.
“Good.” She walks back to her chair and sits down, grabbing her quill again. “I’ll send you the schedule of the elevator, I will also give you a list of few locations that would be suitable for you to get on. Don’t make me regret that decision.”
My smile grows, but I pause. I had one more request.
“Go on. I can sense your pause.”
“I want to do things the way the players do. I want to get off of floors and interact with them, learn more of the world around me.”
She pauses, “Alright. No rule that says you can’t. I also surely can’t stop you. Just be careful, and know if you die you’ll be splitting yourself into the other universes. So don’t die too much.”
I nod, a gleam of hope in my heart, and I jump up and down, flapping my hands a bit. “I won’t! Thank you so much, Mach! I’ll see you! I will! I’ll get off of your floor sometimes! Thank you so much!” And with that I run off, and into the elevator portal she opens up herself, and let it close behind me.
I’ll be damned if I let anything ruin this opportunity. Even her.
A small regretevator self insert story by yours truly, small teensy bit of lore to my self insert as well, hope you enjoy it!
Bad Timing
“Do you always have to sit on my paperwork?” Mach asks, now glancing up from her desk in the middle of the conversation, looking up at me with a raised brow and gleaming red eyes.
“It’s almost like you’re being dramatic, and I said to move your paperwork, and you did.” I tease with a laugh, and she scoffs with a smile, but I know her emotions, and I know that was a playful scoff if anything.
Mach normally isn’t the type to not tell you if you’re pissing her off or annoying her. It’s one of the qualities I enjoy about her.
“Anyway, as I was going to say, my belt of people have started to feel a surge of negative energy, even in our small pocket, and I was wondering if you knew anything about it?” I asked, and she grimaces. Brows furrowed as she leans back, holding her hand on her mouth as she stares off into the distance, contemplating something.
She sighs.
“It’s not good, is it?”
She shakes her head, “No, I’ve been plagued by the same presence, and I was hoping it hadn’t hit your pocket dimension. I thought it’d be small enough that she wouldn’t notice.”
My brows furrow in confusion, “She? Who’s she-“ and before I can continue, with a glowing light, the manifestation of an elevator door appears and opens, leaving a few rambunctious beings that were known as ‘Players’, running into Mach’s office.
She sighs and presses a button under her desk, podiums around the office floating upward, with tokens for purchase.
“Sorry, Flora, they’re earlier than they’re supposed to be.” She speaks to me, and by now, the players are either jumping around to look at the totems, or looking at us, pointing or dancing or even throwing petals at Mach.
“Same color as my hammers.” She muses, a hand raising to merely fling a player away that tried to touch her hammer, the being hit the wall and fell down. “Don’t touch what’s not yours.”
“I should be going.” I state. Realistically, the players aren’t supposed to be seeing me, at all, I’m supposed to be unknown to them, but clearly that was botched. One of them throws petals at me, and then waves, I pick up a few of the petals and throw them back at the player, watching as they run off.
“You should,” Mach motions toward a wall near the still opened elevator, forming a new one that opens up for me. One player goes to run into it and is smacked against the wall. I laugh.
“That’s one way to keep them out.” I say as I stand up, dusting off my brown skirt. “I’ll be talking to you later.” I speak, waving and turning on my heel, walking towards the elevator.
The closer I get, the closer the feeling of doom gets to grazing my skin, and even in my shawl I feel the cold breath of deception ghost against my skin.
I shiver, and turn around once I’m inside, and before the door closes, all I can see is a tall woman and her gleaming red eye staring at me as the elevator doors shut, leaving goosebumps on my skin and shivers dancing over my limbs as I slowly get sent to my pocket dimension.
Full body of regretevator sona Flora, got hasty on the coloring because my hand was cramping super bad(a normal thing dw), I’m also still new to Coloring but uh I’m super proud of it!
TW for panic attack, derealization, mild mentions of auditory hallucinations.
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It’s been too long on this elevator. I’ve been hit with balls, sprayed with water, slapped, I’ve had an allergic reaction to something because someone spilled juice on me(which a cat woman had healed. She’s long gone but thank Goodness for her).
I’m being played with like a toy, like a Barbie. Do these things know I’m real?
They certainly don’t treat me, or others I’ve met, like we’re real.
Yet everyone seems used to this. Like it’s fine. How is this fine?
My skin is crawling, the voices are getting louder, and it only enhances the volume of everything around me. The jumping, the screaming, the noises of toys and balls, the sloshing of drinks and the clattering of medkits.
I’ve smelt so many damn flowers I might just lose my sense of SMELL after this.
The last person just left too, and now I’m alone!
This isn’t fine.
It’s not fine.
I’m not fine.
Oh Gods, I’m not fine.
I’m rapidly brought out of my thoughts by the elevator making an abrupt, shaking stop that almost knocks me down, and I grab the railing to steady myself. The elevator lights go out, and the only thing left is an ominous red light pouring from out the bottom of the elevator door.
In a flash, every single player is gone, and I’m left alone in the dark red lighting.
It makes me feel worse.
My breathing becomes shallow, every breath inward feels like I have holes in my lungs not letting me inhale nearly as much, my hands dig under my sleeves and scratch at my arms.
Inhale, exhale.
Not real.
Not real!
Only echoes of screams and laughing can be heard in my mind, as well as the voices enhancing. I can’t hear them, they’re too animalistic, but they’re taunting me I know it-
I crouch onto the ground, trying to catch my breath, feeling the pulse of my heart through my wrist, to remind myself I’m alive.
Minutes feel like torturous hours, and the minute the lights of the elevator flicker back on, it’s like I’m able to breathe.
And then the shadow of black mass smoke materializes into the tight space, as well as the teleportation of one lone player with a dart gun. Where’d the rest of them go? There were so many before.
Once the black smoke mass clears, I see her.
I’m finally, finally acquainted with the woman who’s only taunted me with her voice in my dreams.
She’s tall, ungodly so. She has to be at least three, no four feet taller than me, I could be wrong because she’s hunched over. Her entire body is pitch black, except for her legs, which are animalistic bipedals with red eyes, all over, deep cast in her fur. Out of her head is hair of the same inky black, sleek and spiky, with a white beret on top of the madness. Her face is something that takes me a minute to process, a white ghastly broken mask, and in the cocoon of the brokenness is one lone red eye, with yellow swirls.
It meets me the minute she arrives.
“Normally I’m the one to incite such terror upon creatures. Hmhm, almost makes me feel relieved to see the work has been done for me!” She turns to face me, and tilts her head at me, though her skin is dark, I can see the slightest stretching of her cheeks behind the mask. She’s grinning at me.
“Poor little fairy, so far from home, alone in such a big world they’ve no idea of. You would’ve been better had you just died like you were meant to.” She hisses lowly, “But now because you’ve found such a laughable sense of purpose, you’ve hoped to come on the elevator to what… demand I leave your people alone?”
“Tha…that- that’s exactly what I’m..I’m-I-I’m asking for-“ I can barely muster out the words to her, and she laughs.
“I suppose I will because I’ve already gotten what I’ve wanted.” A claw reaches up to her face and she examines the redness.
The words leave me feeling off.
“What have you done to my-“
“Oh you foolish thing! I’ve done nothing to ‘your’ people.” She scoffs, looking down at me.
“Then what did you do?” I shakily stammer out.
She steps forward once, then a second time, and a third, until she’s hovering over me. She leans her face down uncomfortably into mine.
The silence is deafening, my breath is bated and she’s left me on the seams of anticipation and the hopes she gets out of my face sooner.
I’ve not had this much writing inspo in a HOT minute. Enjoy Flora’s first time on the elevator! If you see any misspells or words that are wrong, please tell me, criticism(as long as it’s nice) is appreciated! I’m dyslexic so I can mess up words sometimes.
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I walk through the doors of the small, cozy convenience store. Glig Glags is it’s name, and immediately my eyes catch the large being standing at the check-out desk.
Tall, towering, and large, they have broad, disproportionate shoulders and a thick torso, with arms that have a noticeable width to them itself, and the grey clad uniform is not enough to dull the garish yellow of it’s round face, and scarily enough the only thing on said face is two black eyes and a wide smile. Certainly not human. They’re much taller than me, and certainly much taller than Mach. They’re having to sit down just to fit in the store.
They could crush me like a bug.
“Hello!” Oh God that voice does not fit.
I step up to the large thing, and their eyes follow me, getting bigger as I get right up to the counter.
“Do you normally just stare at business owners?” The head tilts. I have to hide my shudder.
“Sorry- I’m- I’m not used to-“
“Things that look like me? No worries, unless you have sticky fingers, I will not harm you. I am Enphoso, and welcome to my shop.” It motions to the shelves with various wares. Gleaming, orangy gold tokens of a creature I can’t recognize, dart guns, plenty of bowling pins with a cat face and a hat, and in the corner an ominous red orb.
“Thank you.” I’m slightly eased, mainly because whatever this thing is clearly isn’t hostile, of course it wouldn’t be, Mach wouldn’t send me here if it was.
“What’s the schedule of the elevator?” I crane my neck to look up at Enphoso, and he smiles, laughing. A piercing giggle.
“Who ever told you there was a schedule? No one talks like that, it comes when it comes.” My brows furrow, and I can feel an uncomfortable heat build in my body.
I hate being late, I hate having plans thwarted, and I hate not having a schedule.
“But do not worry, it will come here soon.” It reassures, placing a hand on its chest.
“How do you know that if there’s no schedule?” I ask broadly, and it gains me another god awful giggle.
“When you’re a shopkeeper in such a place like this, you learn the unexpected.” It motions it’s hand to a wall, and the wall opens up, revealing an elevator door, and the door opens.
Out comes creatures of all kinds, running and looking around at the shop. Right, the players.
“You’re on a timed schedule, I’d get on before you’re stuck waiting here, friend.” Enphoso wills me on.
I don’t feel very willed. The pit in my stomach turns as I walk towards the elevator, almost running straight into a Mannequin wearing a hard hat.
“Sorry! Excuse me!” I call out as I narrowly move around them.
“Watch wher’ yer goin’ kid!” A masculine, southern voice yells out at me as I clamber into the elevator, almost blinded by the change in lighting.
“Someone doesn’t belong here.” Someone speaks, and I look over to them. Maybe about one foot taller than me, skinny and lanky, with pale white skin and beetle mandibles, and long spiky white hair. It donned black clothing with Japanese symbols, and a black hat to fit.
“Pest! Don speak Japanese to a new comr! U’ll ovrwhelm them!” Speaks another one, more feminine presenting, heavy-set with puffy yellow curls and matching skin. They have a party whistle in their mouth and a multi colored party hat, and clothing that almost reminds me of an early two-thousands outfit from my old universe. It almost makes me sick.
Wait.
He spoke Japanese?
Right. I forgot I can understand people even when they’re speaking another language.
I debate on acting confused, but the tall beetle chitters and scoffs.
“Stand in a corner, will you? You terribly lack elevator etiquette.” He crosses his arms.
“Right- sorry.” I stammer out, placing myself in a corner between the two.
“Hai! I’m PartyNoob! I go by Poob tho.” The bright colored one waves, and then happily blows their whistle.
“Do you always have to introduce yourself by your gamertag?” Pest huffs, rolling his red eyes.
“Yu kno EXACTLY y I do!” Poob responds back, blowing their whistle as the flood of players run back in.
It’s so loud. So entirely loud. I can barely get a thought in. So many people, the players jumping around me like I’m a statue.
My head spins as the elevator goes up.
“Yu look sic! Thas no gud! If yu need a thro up pail, I have an empty gift box!” Poob gestures it towards me, and I can notice by the way the players stop jumping around to look at us, that they’re intrigued.
“I…I’m just not good near so many people, but thank you, Poob. That’s very sweet of you. I don’t throw up easy though so I’ll be okay.” I smile, and wave dismissively.
“Okay! Jus tell me if yu need it! It’s a long ride!” Poob blows her party whistle again, and then turns back to face more of the front of the elevator.
I’m heart warmed by the gesture until one of the players come up and open palm SMACKS Poob across the face. My jaw goes slack.
“Hey!” I go to interject, but Pest raises his hand.
“Save it. They can only hear what their universe permits them to hear. They’re never going to listen to you. What are you, new here?” He looks away from me, shaking his head.
“I wish they wuld listen…” Poob says sadly, looking down at their feet.
I realize how much I’m going to have to get used to. What the hell did I get myself into?
