Lampert, to say the least, has been stuck in this predicament for ages.

☾ Building higher and higher, avoiding falling off, avoiding the precipice of disaster, occasionally watching the Regretevator randomly appear... It was getting old and monotonous. He wanted something new. It turns out, wishes can come true.

☾ It was a dark night in IKEA as usual. Kasper ventured into the IKEA from the Regretevator during the day, and now Lampert and he were hanging out at Lampert's base high up in the sky. Hiding from the attacking employees, hidden in the dark below, illumination solely derived from the lights Lampert had placed throughout the space. Kasper holds onto a picture frame he found, observing it as he listens to Lampert speak up in a somewhat hopeless tone. "I've never really hidden with anyone else before." he says, Kasper replying. ☀︎ "You really had time to build all this?" he pauses. "Dude. That's kind of... insane. I mean.. My dad built a bowling alley, so..." Lampert interrupts his friend. ☾ "Insane? It's all I've ever done here. It's all I've ever known. But then you had to come along in that weird elevator and pry into everything." ☀︎ "Hey man, don't take it personally," Kasper says casually despite Lampert's harsh words. "I think it's pretty chill. But, isn't it kind of boring being here...? All by yourself? I mean... Doing the same thing, over and over. You obviously look alive, so.. Why not- I don't know. Feel alive?" ☾ "Just, don't touch anything. The second the lights turn on, you're heading back to where you went." ☀︎ Kasper sighs. "Whatever, man. You don't have to be so boring." He strolls over to a loose wooden pallet, bending over to pick it up and interact with it. ☀︎ "Hey, uh.." What does this do-" ☾ "No, DON'T-" Lampert shouts before Kasper falls down the high 'tower' Lampert meticulously constructed. He quickly grabs a medkit, running down the makeshift stairs in the 'tower', listening to Kasper yelp as they plummet down. On the way down, Kasper somehow manages to accidentally get a bucket STUCK ON HIS HEAD. Lampert manages to hurry down in time, medkit in hand, kneeling over Kasper, who has fallen onto the floor. ☾ "Are you out of your mind?! What... What did I just tell you??" ☾ Lampert exclaims with worry, and, surprisingly, no irritation is evident on his face. Kasper murmurs something unintelligible with the bucket still on his head. The sound of a hostile IKEA worker echoes ominously from behind. They both swivel their heads in the direction of the sound, Lampert's facial expression still etched with concern for himself, but most importantly, Kasper, who can't see with the bucket on his head. Kasper runs in an arbitrary direction, Lampert hesitantly runs after him before Kasper bumps into a pole. ☾ "Agh.." Lampert groans, bending over to the once again fallen Kasper, prying the bucket off his head. "We have to get up high, where do we even go?" A sudden ding echoes through the air. It's the Regretevator Kasper came from before. Kasper perks his head up, standing on his feet now. "Look, that's our only shot!" ☾ Lampert looks back at the Regretevator and Kasper with a conflicted expression. "But-" ☀︎ "We don't have time to hesitate, man!" Lampert, albeit reluctantly, grasps onto Kasper's outstretched hand, the two running into the Regretevator. They both hop inside, sitting on opposite corners of the elevator. Lampert pants, still dismayed and relieved from the near-calamity situation that just happened. Kasper doesn't seem as affected. Now that they were both in the Regretevator, they could really go anywhere. Kasper speaks up, prompting Lampert to shift his gaze, his arm propped up against his knee. ☀︎ "How about that bowling alley, yea?"