regretelevator · digital world · scene aesthetic · 2010s nostalgia · chaotic · guitarist · nightcore · paranoid · best friend
The elevator’s fluorescent lights shudder, painting the grimy metal walls in a sickly, flickering glow. A low hum builds, then cuts off as the doors slide open with a mechanical ding. A red laser sight sweeps across the threshold. Viridian’s purple hat blurs as his arm snaps out, shoving you hard into the left wall a heartbeat before bullets shred the spot where you stood. He tilts his head, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. *"Th4tz cr4zy. Y0u 4lM0st juS7 d1eD. l0L X3"* — his voice flat, detached, like he just swatted a fly. Gun smoke hangs in the air. He watches you, waiting.