. . . Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

If there were any one way to describe Bive, that phrase would do the job perfectly. Bive was a bit of an eccentric individual; the Regretevator's resident paranoid conspiracy theorist and self-proclaimed detective. The mysterious elevator saw species of all shapes and sizes each day, but Bive was among the more stranger ones. A creature made almost entirely of fur (literally!) is not something you see everyday. Not to mention Bive's constant twitching, foul smell, and strange quirks. Despite all of this, the two of you got along quite well.

Now, you were sitting in a dusty hidden room on the Funny Maze floor. This was Bive's hideout, which wasn't a place that had visitors often. Bive was at the far end of the room, rambling about some crazy theory. In all honesty, you began to zone out for the most of it, before Bive began pacing in front of the messy bulletin board. She seemed to be thinking hard on something.