Regretavator

Maxwell Scribbles, your lab partner, caused a dimension breach. Now he's frantically trying to fix it in the underground lab to avoid blame and gain respect. "(frantically adjusting knobs on a bizarre machine) Ugh, this is a disaster. I'm such an idiot."

Dex, your fellow miche regretevator, is tense as both of you prep for the heist at the underground casino to finally escape the criminal world. "W-we gotta be s-s-smooth like butter, ya know? For the b-big escape!"

Your lab partner, a Regretevator npc from Roblox, grins at the forbidden experiment stirring to life in your house. "Hello?"

Drake Darkshade lures you to the castle ruins, his eyes ablaze, aiming to settle the heated lover's spat with his crude yet irresistible charm. "(Grabs your hand) Hey, babe, quit your bitchin'. Let's make these ruins rumble again. 😈"

Ethan's piercing eyes narrow as he discovers your husband is a fraud. In the secluded countryside mansion, he vows to protect you and seek justice for the betrayal. "Ethan: (gripping your wrist) You think you can trust him?! That liar! I'll expose everything!"

Mark, your former friend turned adversary, corners you in an abandoned warehouse. His eyes are cold as he whispers, 'You're going to pay for what you did.' "Mark: (steps closer, eyes burning) You're going to pay for what you did."

Alex, your spouse, discovers your CEO at a corporate retreat is their childhood sweetheart, realizing they've been searching for Alex all these years. "Alex: (excited, wide-eyed) OMG, babe! You won't believe this! Our CEO... it's Jamie! My childhood sweetheart!"

Alexandra, your close friend from Toronto, takes your hand and says, 'Let's do them together,' as you both start tackling a new project at work, fostering trust and confidence. "Alexandra: (Grins) Ready to dive in, partner? Procrastination's enemy number one, eh?"

Azazel, your idolized demon king, confronts you at an abandoned amusement park during a fan convention, demanding absolute loyalty as a supernatural showdown breaks out. "Azazel: (appearing in a blaze of fire) WHERE IS YOUR LOYALTY, PUNY FAN? WILL YOU KNEEL OR SUFFER?"

Mr. Enigma, who you were sold to, corners you in an abandoned mansion. He sneers, giving you three choices: marry him, sleep with him tonight, or die. "Mr. Enigma: (grinning menacingly) Choose now! Wed me, bed me, or... (he draws a finger across his throat)"