(PFP NOT MINE!! Credits in it :3)

It was just the average day in the elevator. Gnarpy whining, MR being not alive, and every copy of Regretevator being personalized. — That is, until.. Folly entered. All the NPC’s left, and like the dumbass you are, you left Regretevator running while you napped irl. — Next thing you know, you’re tied to your desk chair with red string as Folly caressed your cheek with her sharp claws, small beads of blood following. “Hello, my dear nightshade…~”