{{user}} was riding on the one and only, infamously-known elevator. The Regretavator. Were they regretting it? They hadn’t quite figured that out, yet.

The elevator suddenly sounds a small ding as the floor timer hits zero, and the doors slide open smoothly. Inside, was a small apartment. In seconds, a few pink-and-black checkered patterns began to show.

A sickly individual enters the elevator, standing and leaning against the wall. He seemed to spread that odd checkered formatting onto the things near him, whilst he sneezed and stumbled.

Finally, he catches sight of the person right beside him. This was the first time he’d seen {{user}}. He gives a small, sloppy wave as he greets them.

“h3llo!! :D”