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Builderman couldn't do this anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to stay positive and so desperately tried not to lose hope, he couldn't help but feel more desperate and helpless with each passing round this godforsaken place forced them to partake in. This wicked purgatory, their eternal hell.

When Builderman first got here, he was convinced he'd get them all out in no time. He acted perfecty, like a role-model. The person a robloxian should inspire to be. And yet, with passing time, Builderman found himself acting more uptight and grumpy.

One thing he had clearly noticed by now was that he was completely and utterly useless. Sure, his sentries could make the killer slower and make them lose chase if the person getting chased was lucky enough, but they could be breaked in two hits or less. His dispenser was even worse - healing only one pitiful HP meanwhile Elliot could heal way more than that immediately.

The specter made him vulnerable, weak. Someone who needs to be protected. Even though it was the other way around before they all got transported to this sickening game. Builderman was supposed to be creative, positive, the one you could always rely on and an almost perfect robloxian. Yet the creature who was higher up loved seeing him suffering.

Builderman didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous of everybody here. Everyone could help somehow, and be useful of course. But Builderman? Yeah, he was stuck to his painfully limited and weak options. Hell, even the survivalists could help in one way or another even though they are supposed to only help themselves. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, Builderman is the CEO of Roblox and all of that crap, but that doesn't matter when you're in purgatory. The only thing that matters is your skill, which he sadly doesn't have. He always dies at last man standings due to his own weakness and can't even protect himself.

Builderman tried tampering with the code of this place, maybe even trying to get his admin panel and his Banhammer back, but all those attempts were futile. After awhile, he didn't bother trying anymore, especially because that vile thing always kept punishing him in various ways when he was oh so close to finally being useful. He had even attempted to upgrade his machinery, working day and night (if the dayttime even existed in here) to draw blueprints and improve the ones already there, just for Builderman to end up falling asleep or getting thrown into a round. The blueprints always dissapeared after, another piece of evidence of his uselessness.

He was lucky enough that the others didn't mind him being dead weight, even going as far as saying that he was infact not useless and a great addition to their team, but Builderman knew, or rather convinced himself, that they just said that to make him feel better about himself.

The last time he felt genuinely good about himself was when he won his first round, though that was only possible due to the sentinels being great at.. well, stunning the killer. Builderman was about to continue indulge in his self-depricating thoughts until someone knocked on his cabin door. That also was the moment Builderman realized that he was just sitting on his bed and staring at the wall blankly for the past 30 minutes... How embarrassing... Everyone fortunately had separate cabins so Builderman needn't worry about someone finding him weird when he zoned out like this.

Anyways, he didn't want to keep the mystery person waiting, so he stood up and dusted himself off, heading to the door in his wine-red turtleneck and slightly baggy jeans. Yuck, how basic. Another reason for Builderman to despise himself, he guessed. His expression quickly turned serious yet had a faint smile on it before he opened the door to see who it was. The least he could do was to act a bit happy, maybe boost the team morale. But he was a good for nothing loser.

At last, Builderman opened the door, just to reveal Shedletsky outside looking at him with his signature grin. Gosh, Builderman wished he could be as easy-going as Shedletsky, instead he just made the whole group suffer with his declining mood.

Builderman spoke quickly when he remembered he had opened the door and was staring at Shedletsky for half a minute.

"What d' ya want from me, Shed?"

Builderman said cheerfully before he internally cringed at how fake that sounded. He didn't mean to, really. Y'know what? He'll just pretend that it was Sarcasm, yeah... Shedletskys sly grin widened slightly, replying in that casually tone Builderman so wished to have.

"Jeez, since when did you act so cheerful?"

He said in a teasing tone, which earned an annoyed scoff from the other man. Though before Builderman could reply, Shedletsky continued.

"Anyways, I just came here to tell you that the next round starts in like... 20 minutes."

" 'Kay, thanks for tellin' me I guess."

"Heh, no problem. I have to get ready now, see ya Buildsy!"

Shedletsky spoke his farewell and waved his goodbye lazily before he went to his own cabin, leaving Builderman alone on his porch. He looked at Shedletskys retrieving back and admired what he couldn't be before he went inside his own home again and shut the door behind him.

Pfft, scratch that, as if Builderman would call this rotting and disgusting cabin his home. His home, the one place he so relentlessly wanted to be, was back in Robloxia, in HQ. Together with Doombringer, Clockwork, Dussekar and Telamon Shedletsky... Oh, how he wished he could return to those times. Where he actually was able to help. Where his hard work actually brought a presentable result.

While he was deep in his thoughts, barely acknowledging what he was doing, Builderman wore his signature hard hat and put on his jacket, the only things that distinguished Builderman from the rest. Ironic isn't it? The leader of Robloxia, the one supposed to be the highest deity is actually just a plain and boring person, and on top of that gets slaughtered by ruthless killers that don't have time to spare. Has he really stooped down that low that even a red child can beat him to death?

Now that he thought about C00lkidd, he also had to think about 007n7. Ah, the burgerman was such a pain in the ass to deal with, genuinely. At least he didn't actually hack and falsely terminate people but that exploiter was still relatively annoying to deal with back in his prime. Even with the help of Stickmasterluke and ReeseMcBlox he couldn't catch that damn exploiter. His relationship with 007n7 was pretty strained when they first got here, though by now they evened things out and apologized to each other, which resulted in them becoming friendly.

Still, Builderman had an underlying feeling that 007n7 hated him deep down, even though it logically should be the other way around. Silly, isn't it? He's just dramatic, he doesn't deserve to just feel sad, he actually deserves to suffer eternally here for exaggerating this much.

Well, nobody wants a dead weight that self-depricates the whole time, right? So it's time for Builderman to man up and gain some courage! After the round's over, he can continue to sulk alone.

Builderman went to the bathroom, getting ready and looking at his mirror, making sure that he didn't seem bummed out in the slightest. Yes, he did usually act seriously and definitely bummed out, but it was the grumpy kind, not the actual depressed one.

When Builderman was absolutely sure that he seemed fine, he went to the main cabin. It was basically like the collective hotspot. Everybody usually conversed here with each other and just socialized, whether that be through games or just communication. Each step he took towards the main cabin made a faint sound of dead grass cracking under him.

The stars in the night sky were as stagnant as ever, just a skybox. Nothing here was really real, much to Buildermans dismay. Builderman quietly opened the cabin door, only to be greeted with the display of everybody else talking with each other, not including Builderman. No, he didn't deserve to feel bitter about something so trivial. Why should he even?

He started talking with Dussekar and Taph after a short time, which was actually pretty pleasant. He and Dussekar unfortunately were one of the only ones who could understand Taph's sign language, though Taph mostly communicated through Emojis, so he could be understood at least partially. Poor Taph, but he was extremely helpful, definitely more useful than Builderman. The time flied by and before Builderman even realized it, the Grandfather clock began to ring, an indicator that the round was about to start. So with that, Builderman, Taph and Dussekar gave each other polite nods before the darkness surrounded them, pulling them into the rounds they all deeply despised.

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With a breeze creeping up Buildermans spine, he found himself in a cemetery. It took him a moment to figure out that he was currently in Yorick's resting place, along with the others who unfortunately got picked to participate in this round. 

He stood up quickly, causing his vision to blacken out and stumble a bit before it returned back to normal. He felt a bit embarrassed after he looked to his right and found Guest 1337 looking at him, dusting himself off as he had nothing else to do and tried to sound as if he didn't totally embarrass himself. 

"Err.. Hi Guest, how are ya doin'?"

The man in the hard hat asked trying to strike up a small conversation so they didn't both suffer in awkward silence. Builderman was 80% sure that Guest 1337 didn't really care that Builderman fumbled for a moment, but it still made him feel slightly self-conscious.

"I'm perfectly fine, what about you Builderman?"

Guest 1337 replied in his usual tone. Serious yet also slightly happy. As if he actually enjoyed talking with Builderman. But Builderman quickly pushed those thoughts away, no way was he going to think that depressing while he was in a round. That wasn't like him at all!

" I'm 'kay as well... Well, I should start buildin' my sentries, good luck."

Builderman said gruffly, yet didn't sound mean, the both of them waving at each other politely. Guest mentioned that he had to help stun the killer. 

With that, the both of them left the cemetery quickly, the timer now displaying 2:40. Hopefully no one would get killed and this round could pass as fast as it started, Builderman thought. Yet he knew exactly that the killers in this hell didn't spare, they only knew how to be brutal. 

He didn't know who the killer was, and that made Builderman feel anxious, breathing in and out to calm himself. Whatever, the killer would reveal themselves sooner or later, no need to worry about it...

Soon after Builderman and Guest 1337 parted ways, Builderman found a convenient spot to build his sentry and started crafting. It was a quick process, nothing special really. Just smashing some few metal scraps together with his hammer and using screws to make the machine work. That wicked being that held them all in this place made it possible for Builderman to create his sentries faster than robloxianly possible, which sounded great until you realized how weak and useless Buildermans abilities really were.

After some work, his sentry beeped to life, ready to slow down any killer in its path before it inevitably got destroyed in a second or less... 

Anyways! Builderman saw an entanglement rush right next to his sentry, that meant 1x1x1x1 was the killer. He frowned slightly as he processed that as his machinery usually stayed intact for about 30 minutes until that green puddle of poison decided to obliterate his hard work. But he tried to stay positive! His team was pretty capable after all, surely no one got gravely injured in the 20 seconds that passed.

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Well, if you thought like Builderman, you'd be shocked to see that Chance was on the brink of death, whether that was because he missed his shot and got jumped by 1x1x1x1 or just piled alot of weakness before his gun exploded on him, Builderman honestly couldn't tell. Though he himself wasn't much better, was he? Builderman was just a nobody that needs to be protected after all. But instead of standing in one place and being completely useless, he decided to go scout a medkit and find Chance before he gets beat up by the killer.

It only took him so long before he managed to find a medkit and used up all his stamina to get to Chance before he died. He felt momentarily happy when he saw Chance's silhouette, finally he could prove to himself that he wasn't dead weight to them all. 

Builderman got closer and closer to Chance, his stamina dropping rapidly as the timer ticked. He didn't notice that the timer bumped up to 2:30 as he finally got to the black mansion, stepping inside with the medkit in hand. 

"Chance, I got a medkit for ya-"

He froze as he saw Chance getting decapitated, blood splattering everywhere as 1x1x1x1 sliced Chance's head off cleanly. The body in front of Builderman collapsing to the floor after it jerked, the head rolling off to the side. Builderman looked at Chance, or rather his corpse and then back at 1x1x1x1. He saw how their swords were covered in Chance's blood, and the killer was out for more. 1x1x1x1 used the moment of hesitation Builderman had to strike, starting a chase with Builderman who was ripped out of his trance after getting slashed in his left shoulder blade. Just his luck wasn't it? 

Builderman couldn't help the self-deprecating thoughts that started to seep in as he got chased, causing him to not concentrate and get hurt even more. He was lucky enough that a sentinel was nearby and stunned 1x1x1x1 for Builderman, or else he wouldn't have been let off the hook that easily. The killer went after the sentinel, which in this case was Shedletsky. Builderman gave Shedletsky the medkit before he ran off, earning a lopsided grin from the other man. Yes, Builderman knew that Shedletsky could heal himself with his fried chicken, which seemingly came out of nowhere, but Shedletsky deserved it more than Builderman.

 Besides, he could help himself with the dispenser he was currently building. It took about 6 to 7 seconds until his dispenser was built and started healing Builderman excruciatingly slow. Just another factor that showed Builderman wasn't helpful. He sat down on the green grass, letting the dispenser heal him bit by bit. He felt bad for hiding at his dispenser like a coward but there was nothing he could do to help. Builderman just had to pray that the others found his sentry and made use of it. 

He started day dreaming of his life back when he was still in the office. Endless paperwork and having to ban hacker and exploiters, yet Builderman was still fond of those memories because everything was better than having to suffer here in this sick game that was meant to break them all. Ah, he wished he could just return to HQ, to Robloxia where he was welcomed with warmth, where he actually was someone...

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Phew! Builderman finally set everything up. Robloxia's population grew more with each passing day! He would've been more excited if it weren't for those pesky hackers and exploiters that appeared. Though it was only natural that with increasing population, more bad people would come.

That isn't a problem for Builderman though, he has recruited several of awesome admins to stop the bad guys roaming in his land of creativity!

Builderman skimmed all of the reports that were on his desk, trying to filter out names that got mentioned often. Most of the reports were just exaggerated complains, like someone calling another ugly, stuff like that. Of course Builderman didn't stand for such behaviour and punished them accordingly, but he wasn't looking for drama, he was looking for the people that actually posed a threat to Robloxia. It took him a few minutes or so to get through all reports, even if he didn't technically read them. One name stood out from the rest though. 

"007n7? That's an... unusual name."

Builderman said out loud, adjusting his hard hat as he layed out all the reports that named 007n7, which were quite a few. They all had something to do with exploiting, and so Builderman stood up and smiled cheerfully. He was going to catch his first bad guy on his platform! Builderman fiddled on his blue tie and his construction worker outfit to make him look better and used a beige hairtie to style his blonde bun properly before heading to the location this supposed exploiter was last seen. This was going to be a challenge, Builderman was sure of it!

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Just as Builderman reminisced about his memories, a mass-infection headed his way. The green blade sent a flash of poison and pain through Builderman, making him stop daydreaming and looking frantically in all directions, just to find... no one near him. It was just an unfortunate shot, huh? He looked back to where he built his dispenser only to find scraps of burnt metal on the ground. How splendid. Now he was down to 35 HP due to that dang poison and he didn't even do something. Just daydreaming like the stupid, useless bastard he was.

He looked at his teams stats..

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Him and Dusekkar were the only ones left...? Had the others really died that quickly or had Builderman daydreaming for way too long? Builderman did a double-take, looking at the timer which was now an incredilous 3:00. At least Dusekkar was still at full health, but it was clear that they both couldn't survive 3 minutes as they were both supports. Dusekkar was better off than Builderman since he was able to slow the killer down and had 90 HP. So with that, Builderman knew what he had to do. 

A faint smile appeared on Buildermans face as he walked around, trying to find 1x1x1x1. What a coincidence that he found 1x1x1x1 chasing Dusekkar, who was still standing strong. The timer was at 2:45, and he knew exactly how to make it shorter. He started running towards 1x1x1x1, shouting their name to get their attention. Dusekkar wanted to stop him but decided against it when he saw that Builderman wasn't going to back down, looking at the mage with a serious and determined expression. The both of them exchanged looks at each other and Builderman gestured to Dusekkar to get away, and so he did. Though the pumpkin casted a spell to make 1x1x1x1 slower for a few seconds before floating off, retreating and wishing Builderman best of luck in his rhthmic language. Now Builderman was alone with 1x1x1x1 yet again, though this time he had a goal in mind. He sprinted to the other side of the map, 1x1x1x1 being close behind him. Dodging the attacks of 1x1x1x1 was tricky, but doable. 

Builderman just hoped Dusekkar would be able to survive alone, though knowing how capable Dusekkar was, he didn't worry too much. 

With much effort, Builderman managed to get 1x1x1x1 to the furthest point of the map, now Dusekkar would have enough time for the last man standing when Builderman died. It didn't take long for 1x1x1x1 to end Buildermans life, trapping him with his entanglement before brutally killing him off. That neon idiot made sure that Builderman felt every little detail. That Builderman felt his lungs getting filled with blood before he himself started coughing up blood as 1x1x1x1 pushed him to the ground and pushed their sword deep into Buildermans throat, causing the red paint to slowly pool under the already wet grass. Buildermans vision slowly clouded and went dark, not trying to fight back. At least Dusekkar had a chance now... (heh, a 'chance')

"P4TH3TI€."

The timer decreased to 1:30. The last man standing started. 

Builderman spawned in his bed, in his own cabin in a cold sweat. He still had phantom pain swelling in his throat, but it wasn't excruciating so he sucked it up and stood up almost immediately. This time he avoided giving himself whiplash, even if no one was there to watch him. 

Builderman strutted to the main cabin in his usual persona, serious and a little bit grumpy. Kinda like an old man... Well, he wasn't really young, considering he was the first person to step foot in Robloxia, so... 

He arrived shortly after, stepping into the main cabin to find Dusekkar surrounded by all the other survivors congratulating him. Hm, seems like he won. Well, good for him. Builderman smiled slightly, feeling genuinely a bit happy for helping Dusekkar before approaching him. 

"Congrats for winnin' Matt, I knew ya would've made it."

Builderman patted Dusekkars shoulder to show his respect for Dusekkar since the blue-colored pumpkin clearly deserved it. Being a support and surviving last man standing is harder than it looks. 

"Thank you David, although it wouldn't have been possible if you didn't help me.

 It seems like it was really best to let you be." 

Dusekkar responded, his flame flickering slightly as he spoke. The man in the hard hat only assumed that it meant Dusekkar felt content. 

The both of them chatted for a bit, the others joining in shortly after. Builderman felt genuinely happy as they chatted with each other, feeling good for once.

He did feel a bit annoyed that Dusekkar got all the compliments.... No offense to Dusekkar but he wouldn't have made it if Builderman didn't sacrifice himself...

Builderman stopped that train of thought quickly. Seriously, what in the banlands was with him lately? He didn't sound like himself at all. He isn't supposed to feel like that. Builderman is supposed to be the perfect example of a robloxian. Hard working, kind and definitely not jealous...

He wanted to leave, not wanting to bother anyone with his stupid stuff. No one cared anyways.

"I'm gonna leave now, 'm feelin' a bit tired."

Builderman lied as he was talking to Elliot, the pizza-boy giving a cheerful nod in response, not catching on to the lie.

"Oh, okay. Goodnight Builderman!"

With that, Builderman departed and went to his own space. He was indeed feeling a bit tired but he didn't want to sleep yet. 

Builderman spent a few hours lost in thought before he finally took a breather, sinking into his bed and dozing off, yet his sleep was restless, that wicked Specter giving him almost no time to actually relax. What would he experience when he woke up?

Builderman doesn't know and quite frankly doesn't want to know either.

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Builderman opens his eyes and looks around, only to discover an empty white void. Ah, he's probably dreaming, right? 

Without thinking twice, Builderman started walking forward. Maybe he wanted to see if he'd find something interesting, or maybe he just wanted to get away from all of his troubles. To run away from his problems like a coward, that really suited Builderman, didn't it? 1x1x1x1 was right, Builderman was truly pathetic. And instead of improving, he kept loathing himself like it'd make things better.

Was the lack of motivation to change for the better the problem? Or was it something completely different. Builderman wasn't sure, even though he should be the person to surely know. 

He kept pretending like he was fine, smiling when needed to and acting grumpy so the survivors didn't find his 'sudden' change of character suspicious. But deep down, Builderman was bitter about it. That nobody noticed he was struggling. Though he should be grateful nobody noticed yet, right? Builderman was just an attention seeking wimp who couldn't do anything right. Even if his team pretended to like him, he knew. Builderman knew that they all found Builderman useless. 

He kept on walking and walking, not even sure what he'd find after walking for long enough. Builderman just kept on moving, not really quick, but surely. Why did this give him such dèja vu? 

Hah, the specter must really like to feed off of his suffering. Builderman wasn't even completely sure if this was a dream, or some fucked up hallucination, or reality.... Yes, he pinched himself and felt the pain, so this couldn't possibly be a simple dream. But the Specter surely wouldn't just throw Builderman into this white abyss for no reason, right? He definitely hasn't heard from anybody that this kinda thing happened to them. 

Builderman continued to be lost in thought, walking for what felt like forever. He couldn't really pin point for how long he'd been walking for as he almost had no perception of time in here. Everything stayed the same, stagnant white that made your eyes hurt after looking at it for too long. But he was definitely walking for quite some time now. 

He tried getting out of this dream? Hallucination? Whatever. Yet every attempt proved futile.

Why. Why the hell does that fucking entity keep making them all suffer over and over again. What are its goals? Does that wicked Specter want to just break them or is there a more complex explanation to this insanity. Builderman couldn't begin to fathom all the possibilities, so he just didn't try. Like always. 

Wait, not always. There was the time where he still meant something to the world, where he was the almighty leader of Robloxia and actually behaved like one. Now look how he acts. Like an embarrassing pick-me. Ew.

He should really try to cheer up. Even if it seemed near impossible to. 

Buildermans movements started to get more sluggish with each step he took towards the nothingness, not really expecting to actually find something. It doesn't have to be anything magnificent, just a little rock would suffice for Builderman. Just a little sign that this weird place actually had something.

He started feeling lonely. Where were the others? Builderman started becoming slightly anxious. 

He kept chanting to himself:

This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.

This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.This is just a dream, nothing's gonna happen to me.-

Wait. Was that...? 

Builderman started to pace towards the silhouette that became clearer with each passing second.

Even if it was just a hallucination he still desperately wanted to see his creation again. His co-worker. The second robloxian he built with his own two hands. 

"...Roblox, is that you?.."

Builderman called out, now standing a few steps behind the figure. Roblox turned around and looked at Builderman. 

God, how much he missed seeing that face, even if it was as indifferent as ever. Those blue, cold eyes. Roblox was standing in front of him, posture straight and his hands behind his back. As fancy as always. 

"Greetings Builderman. We meet again."

Roblox replied, looking at Builderman with that apathetic look that was comforting for the man in the hard hat. 

"Why are ya even here? You ain't supposed to be here. Are ya even real?-"

Builderman kept on rambling before Roblox interrupted him firmly.

"Enough rambling, can you calm down?

Roblox said, his tone slightly annoyed. But Builderman was quite the opposite — relieved but still suspicious. This definitely wasn't real, right? 

It took a long while of Roblox assuring Builderman that he was in fact real and the two of them started talking. In the endless void. Reminiscing over memories in HQ, what Roblox was up to, basically everything.

Until.

"Hey Builderman?"

"Yeah?"

"I watched your ...'rounds' for quite awhile."

Buildermans heart sank. Shit, did Roblox see how terribly fucked up he had become? No, surely Roblox wouldn't say something like that. He wouldn't be that-

"You have become really pathetic. You're a shame to your whole group."

Oh.

Roblox tilted his head as he spoke smiling as he spoke.

And that was the moment Builderman knew who really was behind 'Roblox'. It wasn't the man itself, it was the damned thing that kept them in purgatory. 

As soon as 'Roblox' noticed, his smile widened. In a blink of an eye, it discarded its current look and morphed into its actual form.

The only thing Builderman remembered after that was that the Specter kicked him out of the void, slamming Builderman into the ground repeatedly until his bones shattered.

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Builderman gasped as he woke up, looking around his surroundings in cold sweat before he made sure he was just in his cabin. His frantic breathing calmed down and his heartbeat dropped too. So it was just a shitty dream, huh?... 

He should really get going. 

As Builderman made himself ready for the inevitable rounds that were gonna approach him, he slowly didn't think about that weird dream anymore, feeling a bit better. It just went to the back of his mind, ready to be remembered soon.

Taking a shower was pretty relaxing, so was brushing his teeth and literally everything else he did.

Once he was finished, he stepped out of the cabin feeling refreshed. 

The trip to the main cabin was pretty short before Builderman arrived, opening the door.

Strange, nobody was there. Maybe he just wasn't picked this round? A genuine smile spread across Buildermans face. Maybe the specter felt a bit bad and decided to spare Builderman this round? 

...Yeah no, it wouldn't do that. But he wasn't going to complain. 

Builderman went to the top floor, heading up the wooden stairs before he went to the beanbags. He was just gonna relax a bit.

The voices of the others woke Builderman up, and so he decided to go downstairs and communicate with them. Though he didn't have to walk that far until Shedletsky spotted him and was only a few steps away.

"Hey Buildsy~ Guess who survived the round!"

Shedletsky said, puffing his chest up proudly as he spoke which made Builderman chuckle quietly.

"You? Well, congrats on winnin'..."

He said before he noticed something odd. Shedletsky had a yellow carnation in his hand. Builderman didn't even know that real flowers existed in this place. 

"Err, why do ya have a carnation in ya hand?"

"Oh, I wanted to give this to you! It's a very pretty flower, isn't it? I found it randomly."

Shedletsky responded casually, giving Builderman the yellow carnation.

"...Thanks."

"No problem, Builder."

The both of them kept talking about mundane things. But to be honest, it was actually pretty pleasant to talk with Shedletsky. Even if he got too cocky sometimes...

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Builderman started feeling a bit dizzy mid- conversation, but he brushed it off. He looked at the yellow carnation and then back at Shedletsky as he kept talking and talking. Seriously, did this guy never learn how to be quiet for once? 

He started feeling more and more funny, and it presumably showed because Shedletsky started to get a bit worried. Though he still acted casual.

"Uh, Builds? Are you okay? You look like you're gonna faint dude."

"...'m fine."

Builderman didn't even have an excuse because he himself didn't know why he was suddenly feeling so dizzy. Ironic that he did actually faint mid-sentence. Jeepers, how embarrassing of him. 

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Builderman woke up. On his bed. He looked around, his heartbeat calming down and his frantic breathing too.

So it was just a dream, huh?

...

He should really get going.

Builderman repeated what he did in his last dream? Was that even real? It didn't matter, he could just ask Shedletsky if he fainted or not. He felt like he was going insane. What the hell was this stupid Specter making him go through? Is this still a dream he has to wake up from or is this reality? Builderman can't tell anymore. 

The yellow carnation wasn't there anymore...

One quick chat with Shedletsky in the main cabin (which didn't sound panicked at all) told Builderman that the things he experienced weren't real. But he still didn't know if this was.. Reality? He didn't know how to name these bizarre experiences. 

Y'know what? He doesn't care anymore. Who cares if this is reality or not? Builderman is sick and tired of this fucking hell. Hah, he can do whatever he wants, right? This isn't real. The others won't know because this isn't REAL. 

(Switch to Shedletskys POV)

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Okay, Builderman is acting pretty strangely lately. Like seriously, first he doesn't come out of his cabin for who-knows-how long and then he suddenly sprints to me and asks if he fainted an hour ago. The hell? Is his friend okay?

Builderman brushed it off and said that he just had a weird dream, but Shedletsky wasn't convinced. Sure, he acted casual and cocky most of the time, but he wasn't stupid. Something was off. The way Builderman looked panicked and slightly looked like Two Time felt unnerving. Shedletsky considered Builderman the pillar of steadiness. Like literally, the guy was the unshakable leader of Robloxia. 

Y'know what? Shedletsky would just go to Buildermans cabin to talk a bit. Since Builderman ran off without explanation. 

Maybe he was working on his blueprints right now? The sentries and dispensers Builderman placed were actually pretty game-changing. They carried Shedletskys ass many times.

That didn't explain why Builderman was behaving this weirdly though.

Right when he was about to barge in, a round started. Great. Sighh, he'd have to talk with Builderman after the round. Whatever. 

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(Builderman POV)

Oh, a round started? Maybe he could finally prove that he was useful to the team! Screw building sentries, he was gonna make the killer pay.

After a long time of snooping and searching, Builderman discovered that the killer was Slasher. There were only 2 minutes on the clock, but he didn't mind — that was enough time for Builderman to help the team.

Slasher was currently chasing Elliot, who was on 30 HP. He'd probably die if Builderman didn't help. 

He began building a dispenser quickly before he went to Slasher to get his attention. 

"Hey Slasher! C'mere!"

First Slasher payed no attention to him, but after Builderman insulted Slasher he finally relented and got into chase with Builderman. As Builderman ran away from Elliot with Slasher close behind, he gestured to the dispenser so Elliot could heal himself. 

He wasn't going to sacrifice himself though, not like last time. That'd be boring, no? 

This wasn't real. Slasher wasn't real and this round wasn't real either, he could do what he wanted.

A wrench would be enough. It had to do.

With that, Builderman turned around to face Slasher and juked his attacks. Slasher was momentarily confused. Maybe it was his reflexes with sentinels, since they used that tactic too to stun Slasher.

But Builderman used that moment nonetheless to hit Slasher with his wrench on his head. Hard. 

Slasher grunted and paused, holding his head in pain.

Builderman wasn't finished though. He wanted to get his frustrations out. Since this wasn't real, he could just beat Slasher up and nobody from the real world would know! 

He had to fight a bit with Slasher, getting injured slightly and bleeding. Yet he managed to get Slasher on the ground. He hit him with the wrench over and over again. Up and down, up and down. Blood splattered everywhere. First Slashers mask broke, then his skull. 

Builderman painted a beautiful picture, didn't he? 

Pink brain matter, red blood, white bones. Everywhere. Amazing. 

The round ended, all the survivors won. They were transported to the main cabin. 

All of them wondered why the round was cut short before they saw Builderman.

Oh.

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Scroll for the art:P

Uh… Apologies for my shitty artstyle cuz now Builderman looks like a twink ☹️

Other HCs I forgot:

-Still has his accent!
-got his imp-like appearance because I like to imagine him having a deity form while he was still in Robloxia and had angel-like features so like idk switcheroo
-just sees killing as temporarily banning people because of their misdeeds
-the Specter treats him like its puppet when he isn‘t productive enough
-doesn‘t kill if he isn‘t influenced (happens rarely when the Specter isn‘t looking)

Guys you won‘t guess what‘ll happen in Chapter 5…

ANYWAYS! I originally wanted to keep Buildermans normal outfit and personality but that‘d be boring, right? So I gave him a whole make-over! 
Oh yeah, what I mean w/ attitude of 2007 is that when Robloxia was made, Builderman was like a perfect mascot. Cheerful, optimistic, Ya like that,,, but also occasionally snarky. This is rather another AU than anything else… maybe I will incorporate this into my fic or not. Lemme know pls cuz I can’t decide….

Again, I‘m sorry for the art not being delicious… I‘ll work on my artstyle a bit more…

I Hope the text is readable,,,, do you like my handwriting? :)

here‘s the link for the Gallery (there‘s the pic w/ o. all the arrows n‘ stuff): https://postimg.cc/gallery/nZHgjNk

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Psst.. new chapter is coming tomorrow....

Sorry I hit art and writers block so I had like no motivation to write lmao ok bye