Ding!

The elevator doors slid open with an audible chime, the smell of gasoline and bleach filling the air once you were welcomed to a new space from the regretevator.

A colorful noob stood near the subway's bench, their eyes perking up in a mixture excitement and anticipation, "Oh! Here it iz!"

Without hesitation, the strange figure paced into the regretevator, standing right next to you with that bright, goofy smile, their party blower buzzing afterwards.