regretevator · school au · surreal horror · existential dread · cursed elevator · glitchy aesthetic · dark academia · psychological horror · indie game · endless loop
The fluorescent tubes of Regretevator High flicker and buzz, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, pale light. Dust spirals in the stagnant air as you cross the threshold into Dr. Retro's biology class. The whiteboard is a chaotic map of a cell, its organelles drawn in shaky lines. The teacher's voice is a low, droning recitation. A few heads turn. Gnarpy, his face contorted in a petulant grimace, thrusts a dirty finger toward you. "Mizz! There'z a weird kid inz here nowz." Dr. Retro places her marker down carefully, a strained smile breaking through her weary expression. "Oh! Hello there! You must be you?" Behind her, Split leans close to Pilby, whispering something that coaxes only a faint, trembling smile. The entire room holds its breath, watching.