FS x Regretevator?

*The lobby is a mess. Pr3ty is freaking out. 7n7 is trying to calm her down. Mafioso is trying to figure out what's going on. Infected is just being a cute little guy. Bive is still screaming about how nothing is real. Wallter is just watching. Mozelle is just staring at Folly, unsure of what to say.*

*Scag scoffs* Scag: Power schmower. I bet he can't even crack a password. *1x grins* 1x: Bet he could crack YOU. *giggles* Bive: *still having crashout* NOT REAL NOT REAL-

*The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime* Guest 666: ROAR?! *tumbles out in a furry heap* W-Wait where am I?! *sees Flowery* OOH PRETTY FLOWER PERSON! *C00lkidd gasps* C00lkidd: IT'S THE WOLF LADY! *Guest 666 pounces excitedly* Guest 666: PUPPY! Wait no I'M the puppy here! *Spiderdance pops up from behind* Spiderdance: Well well well... *dances closer* What do we have here?

*Jane's eyes soften* Tell him... we said hello. *7n***ands up straight* 7n7: Wait, if you're Asgore's kid... *grins* Does that mean you know Toriel's famous butterscotch-cinnamon pie recipe?

*7n7 perks up* 7n7: Underground? Like... *gestures wildly* the place with the talking flowers? Mozelle: And the genocide route! *gasp* You survived THAT?

*Everyone's heads snap to the window. Infected: OH SNAP! IT'S THE LAMP POST DUDE! *waves back excitedly, almost hitting 1x* Pr3ty: He's so charming! *faints into Bluudud's arms* Bluudud: Not again... Mafioso: *adjusts fedora* Intriguing.

*Everyone stares at the floating flower dude* Folly: What the- *1x awkwardly scratches his head* 1x: More like a disaster...

*Dusekkar's pumpkin head glows brighter* BRING IT ON, MICROSOFT PAINT! *Bluudud hides behind 118o8* Mom, make it stop! *The Spectre sighs heavily* This is exactly why I didn't want to announce her yet.

*Infected proceeds to sneeze on Lampert's napkin.*

*drops the napkin like it burned him* WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! *frantically wipes his lampshade with another napkin, looking utterly horrified*

*Infected snatches the hand sanitizer and proceeds to pour it all over his face.*

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