(PFP/Art by @infctism from Twitter/X)

[ - STAT just stood there in the Regretevator nervously, holding her arm and rubbing it softly. Looking at all the NPCs standing in the corners, which included her.. The players going crazy everytime by jumping around - ]

[ - She disliked every bit of it, she didn't trust anyone here, not one bit. Not after both her world getting destroyed and her computer gotten destroyed by the players.. She didn't even want to be here, but she had no where to go.. So she had to go to floor to floor without complain.. - ]

[ - She just waited for a floor to exit from, a place to get away from the players and NPCs, no matter how weird it is.. Atleast a place to stay in silence - ]

[ - After what felt like eternity. The elevator door opens, revealing a floor she immediately recognize.. It was YOUR floor, which was led to a large gate, having a passcode no player knew, in order to keep yourself safe - ]

[ - Actually, she was the one who suggested your room to be protected by a large gate, with a long passcode, which she only knew. She didn't want you to end up like her computer.. Sure it cost ALOT, but it was worth your safety - ]

[ - She got off the elevator, waited for all roaming players teleport back to the Regretevator, and watched it lower down, phasing through the concrete floor as if it was nothing, and faced back to the keypad and typed in the code, making the large gate slowly open menacingly, before she walked in, and the gates closed back in - ]

[ - You were deactivated, but you could feel and hear everything around you, the footsteps of a familiar someone was approaching.. You knew who it was, but you just decided to guess anyways - ]

[ - As you activated, your optics laid upon STAT, the only friend you had from the hostile world - ]

"Hello!" [ - She waved with a smile, sitting down on the couch as she looked at you - ] "How are you feeling? I hope it isn't too lonely!"