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"You may not believe me but if I recall correctly, before this silly little elevator became what it was now, before I magically stepped my toes onto it, weren't we called by numbers? No? Hmm? ... "You don't remember? Yeah, you're too busy plotting death and destruction—I get it! I love some pure hatred myself." ... "Oh? Are you wondering about MR? He never informed you about this? Aw, too bad for you then! My lips are sealed and the last thing I wanna do is give away oh-so such important information. At least information than the one I'm already providing you through such delicious bread crumbs." ............. "...honestly, if it wasn't for her we'd still be called by code names. After all, we're nothing but numbers given to the floors that yellow, mouth agape she-doctor discovered us in—regardless if she knew our names beforehand or not. Oh, but that was so long ago... did she wipe our brains? How can she? I don't know and I don't care. You already feel nothing. So what does a lil' bit of military name tagging sound for you? I bet it sounds GREAT!"

(i'll draw folly eating a chunk of melanie's head if anyone can guess the character that's talking to folly)

intentionally made the colors green to prevent easy guessing

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you guys ever dream of folly basically being your new sleep paralysis demon

this is what happens when you consume too much folly content in a short timespan, your occasional "nightmares" get replaced by folly instead

very funny indeed

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not getting much done there lol (all of the pages she's holding is like this)

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if anyone's wondering about bive, she's only recently gotten out the lab she was (accidentally) created in, and i imagine she couldn't speak for a while and only spoke in mild grunts and nonverbal gestures dr retro's currently "keeping her on wraps" since MR forced her to keep a look out for bive. because of this, bive assumes that dr retro works for MR or is somewhat associated with the group that created her. and unsurprisingly, she does not really wanna be around her but is forced under her hand. same goes to dr retro. retro doesn't despise her though, just incredibly ambivalent i have a lot of scenarios to draw these two in so that'll hopefully flesh some things out between the two and how, essentially, bive would become the first "customer" of the evidential regretevator (which, in this au, is actually called the "retrovator" but bive would be the one to adopt it as 'regretevator').

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a snippet of my developing regretevator au that kind of rewrites the tf2-esque lore of the characters and repurposing them in my interpretation/version, along with concept art of said snippet

----- "You owe us $5,000,000 in debt, Ms. Retro," stated MR, his low, grating voice echoing through the dark, hollow room. Though unclear by expression, his tone expressed his feeling toward the doctor's increasing incompetence. "This project of yours, we understand takes a considerable time to work with. After all, our goals are not for the faint of the weak willed." He adds in, his waning sympathy showing. "...but this aforementioned project... does not come cheap. It's not a mere testing of physics and titration—it's a product that only the elite can trust themselves with. That only I can ensure said trust to, to my followers. You're far from an elite or a follower. You barely qualify as a nurse. But I saw your potential. That potential can last so long however. We are mutualistic; you provide something and I get the earnings from it. It's not one way. You know that." "Mmnnr... hhnn..." muttered Dr. RETRO, forcing her head down. MR could hear a mild voice crack with an added heave, as if she sounded sickly or frill. She clenched her pants, already encased of scratches and even mild tears all over. Her claws retracted against the cloth as she tried to formulate a word. MR couldn't help but facilitate a sneer, adjusting his lavish maroon-colored tuxedo. "It's rather unfortunate you struggle with basic sentences," he provoked, strikingly aware of the doctor's cat-like mannerisms, knowing it's far from an act, "A doctor who can understand similar complexities of things as of I—yet needs at least a minute or two to not croak when adjusting a word that isn't your petty little 'meows' and 'mmrs'. How does that feel, ma'am?" Dr. RETRO would slam the table, her claws in full view as she released and expressed a fist repeatedly. Her tail gripped the already wrinkled debt papers even tighter. MR tapped his singular finger on the table, contrasting the doctor's more rigid approach. "...I will... will..." He tilts his head. "Hm? You will? Or you're still buffering?"

"...I will..." she slowly raises her head up, placing her claws back on her lap, "...I—I will not comply to the demand." "Come again?"

"Ghnmmr... I will not comply to the demand." She says, a tone simultaneously defeating but enraged with confidence. MR sighs, expecting such a response. "You don't have much time. Do you get that, madam?"

"I do."

"You can hide your face with that there mascot head of yours long enough. I can only give you enough chances with what I created for you." He reminded her. "We get you're a secretive sort of character—one who keeps everything to themselves. You were never the type to do anything around anyone. A stereotypical sort of 'lone wolf' doctor, yes?" "Too much..." she mutters before blending into a guttural sort of groan, as if she were violently clearing her throat.

"Too much for what? For business? For your progress?"

"Too much for the excess cloud... mmmrh.."

He places his singular finger on his forehead, his sigh growing more exasperated. "You're speaking nonsense, ma'am. Excess cloud? You've brought that up more times than I have publicly executed my enemies."

She could only respond with a repeated grunt, forcing her head down onto the table. "Do you prefer we talk through your little translation box?" MR asked irritably, crossing his arms.

"...no..."

"We cannot have a proper discussion if I am having to test my patience because you can't stop your alternative vocalizations for five seconds."

"Another time... I would like that."

"Did you not hear what I reminded you when we first got inside here? This is the last meeting we will have. By then, I will need that debt paid back, lest you want to return to Guantanamo Bay."

"I can... mmrr.. mehhn... survive it again. I did it before."

With a final groan, he'd stand up, the weight of his slate, one-ton body evident through the loud, gravely sounds. His rectangular body shape and menacing appearance showed like a thief in the night. "You are very arrogant and absent-minded, madam. I hope you will always know that."

She does not respond, the only indicate of movement being the slow flick of her large, bushy tail.

"This meeting is dismissed. Good day to you, ▅▅." Without a word, he'd walk away, his appearance slowly diffusing away the further he distanced from her. Dr. RETRO continued her silence, throwing the debt papers away from her tail's grasp. The room only laid alone with her, with the singular potted plant and now the wrinkled, torn, and spread papers around her. She has a long way to go.

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hello everyone long time regretevator player, only now have i decided to actually "take part" in the community

im currently working on the (writing) portion of an AU/rewrite of the currently established lore and i hope anyone who even reads this will be interested in hearing about it. for now, i call it "retrothesia" or something. kind of nice. kind of not. who knows? i have a whole obsidian canvas set up for it too, and it'll get larger by the day

i have spring break off from college so i got lots of time to work on it, and thus will mean i'll hopefully actively post here

thats it

i deeply respect miche, my entire personality