forsaken-player

[forsaken-player]

Sorry it took us so long, got a bit caught up with some writing, anyways heres one Griefer/Brad plushie!!

- Ghost Spawn anon/@ghost-spawn-anon

[ Player beams a smile, immediately running up to the anon. The anon hands him the gift and he excitedly receives it, handling it with care, before hugging it. Oh... Brad... How much he's missed him. ]

"Thank you so much!"

[ He genuinely means it. He's so happy. So cheerful. ]

[forsaken-player]

[ Ah yes, Shedletsky! Yes! ]

"...Have you told him yet?"

[ To him, Shedletsky was a little unusual. It was nothing he was scared of as it was just his lack of fear, but Shedletsky still brought him confusion. Compared to other Shedletskies he have met in his life, he had completely changed. ]

.

"If you don't have anyone else, and Shedletsky isn't available, you could... talk to me if you'd like, although I'm not sure if I can be the most reliable with the current situation I have..."

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]

[forsaken-player]

Ooo you can feel stuff normally again!! Y'know, I got a lot of plushies for some reason- here, a Builderman one and a Captain Trotter one! Let me know if you want anyone else, I'll see about making them a plushie!

- Ghost Spawn anon/@ghost-spawn-anon

[ For Builderman, he is visibly anxious for a while, but thankfully, it's not the classic Builderman avatar so he pats it on the head and give it a small squish! ]

[ For the Captain Trotter one, he hugs it tightly. He is filled with guilt as he hugs it, as he believes he doesn't deserve such a gift, but he lets himself have this one this time. ]

"If you can... While I can still... feel."

.

"Griefer? Please?"

[forsaken-player]

Do you like spider lilies!? HERE! HAVE ONE! I THINK THEY FIT YOU WELL!

-> Black Pepper Chicken Anon

"They're... nice! Thank you, anon!"

[ He'll appreciate the gift while he can! He loves! He loves this gift! He loves his ability to feel something towards the gift! ]

[ He ties the flower's stem around his cat, Brad's ear, ruffling the cat's head before smiling again. What a shame it'll end soon... ]

[forsaken-player]

"Ah. I see."

[ Was this... empathy? He doesn't usually feel anything, but it was relatable... the feeling of losing touch with reality, feeling disconnected... especially lately. ]

"Have you... talked to anyone, perhaps? Maybe, a friend? That's what friends are for, to help you during your worst friends?"

[ He should follow his own advice and suggestions, what a hypocrite! ]

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]

[forsaken-player]

"Well... Yes. That is correct..."

[ He confirms, uncomfortably shifting. ]

"But don't worry about me anymore! Are you alright!?"

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]

[forsaken-player]

"Player! Shedletsky, since he was injured, tasked me with collecting the swords and saving you from the mysterious perpetrator of your kidnapping!"

[ Player should feel fear here, anxiety. He doesn't, unfortunately. ]

[ Builderman is angry at him. He feels his hateful glare on him and he can barely look back at him. ]

[ If Player had been punished, shouldn't Telamon have told Builderman about this sometime ago? Then again, it was quite common for Telamon to bring harm upon someone... ]

"Builderman. Real Builderman..."

[ His first thought upon seeing him is Builderman... or really, a fake. ]

[ He decides to watch. Watch from afar, just in case it he tries to harm him or he accidentally harms him just like a couple of people he's come across. Back where he's from, Builderman, along with Shedletsky, were one of his father figures, until he went on his third adventure where he encountered the fake. His trauma only got worse when he was brought here after his fourth adventure. ]

-> @forsaken-player

Builderman was organizing a shelf near a few office cubicles. Without even meeting the traveler’s gaze, he asks:

“Are ya’ jus’ gonna sit there or do ya’ need anythin’?”

[forsaken-player]

[ Player nods, hesitantly. Builderman, any type of Builderman, including ones from different universes, were probably the only people he felt comfortable talking to. Why? He’s not sure… Because of it. ]

“Telamon- Or Shedletsky… His swords have taken something from me, and the god of this twisted game gave me only part of it back, Solitude.”

[ He isn’t planning on telling Builderman about his other flaws. ]

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]

[forsaken-player]

“They have caused much suffering, to others and me.”

[ His voice is almost shaky, but he doesn’t seem anxious or anything… If he keeps explaining, he’ll be less suspicious… right? WRONG! ]

“The swords have took something from me and I want it back, and I am. wondering if you have a solution.”

"Builderman. Real Builderman..."

[ His first thought upon seeing him is Builderman... or really, a fake. ]

[ He decides to watch. Watch from afar, just in case it he tries to harm him or he accidentally harms him just like a couple of people he's come across. Back where he's from, Builderman, along with Shedletsky, were one of his father figures, until he went on his third adventure where he encountered the fake. His trauma only got worse when he was brought here after his fourth adventure. ]

-> @forsaken-player

Builderman was organizing a shelf near a few office cubicles. Without even meeting the traveler’s gaze, he asks:

“Are ya’ jus’ gonna sit there or do ya’ need anythin’?”

[forsaken-player]

”Oh! Yes! I remember him!”

[ He raises his finger. His expression shifts into one of uncertainty and hesitation. ]

“…Well. Yes. Something is disturbing me, and I'm not sure if I should share.”

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]

[forsaken-player]

[ He can tell. And he wish he didn't. He should have just stayed away, like it told him to, damn it! Should he even go on? If he didn't, that would make him suspicious, if he did, that would make him suspicious. He didn't really have a choice. ]

"At a point, I've had four of them..."

"Builderman. Real Builderman..."

[ His first thought upon seeing him is Builderman... or really, a fake. ]

[ He decides to watch. Watch from afar, just in case it he tries to harm him or he accidentally harms him just like a couple of people he's come across. Back where he's from, Builderman, along with Shedletsky, were one of his father figures, until he went on his third adventure where he encountered the fake. His trauma only got worse when he was brought here after his fourth adventure. ]

-> @forsaken-player

Builderman was organizing a shelf near a few office cubicles. Without even meeting the traveler’s gaze, he asks:

“Are ya’ jus’ gonna sit there or do ya’ need anythin’?”

[forsaken-player]

"Don't worry too much about it. Your first round is starting."

[ He tries to reassure Spawn. ]

"I'll do my best to keep you safe..."

[ And by that, he means take on the killer by himself. ]

(Time to put an end to this Spawn craziness, with a crossover with the game 'Let Him Go!"

Broken Spawn roamed through the woods, scared. One moment he was at his home town, the next, he was here in this strange woods.

"Hello? Fire Ring?" Anyone?"

[ Someone, someone with the Spawn symbol is here. Or at least, something similar. He looks down and holds the Spawn necklace around his neck, the one Two Time gave him. ]

[ Should he investigate? He doesn’t want to harm anyone. He must remember his devotion to isolating himself. ]

[ Fine. He takes a deep breath and walks closer. He wonders who ‘Fire Ring’ is. ]

[ The bushes rustle behind Broken Spawn, he is finding a good time to approach. ]

[forsaken-player]

“…That’s fine... I guess...”

[ Player didn't really want to see Two Time at a time like this either. He wasn't really sure if the ritual worked or not, but with the proof he has, that being the Ghost Spawn anon saying that the Spawn was a 'false god' and Spawn himself standing right there, he's pretty sure the Spawn isn't as holy as Two Time says it is. ]

“Well then. The... The cabin's over there. It's a safe space. A safe space from killers and well... me... Get to know a few people, alright?”

(Time to put an end to this Spawn craziness, with a crossover with the game 'Let Him Go!"

Broken Spawn roamed through the woods, scared. One moment he was at his home town, the next, he was here in this strange woods.

"Hello? Fire Ring?" Anyone?"

[ Someone, someone with the Spawn symbol is here. Or at least, something similar. He looks down and holds the Spawn necklace around his neck, the one Two Time gave him. ]

[ Should he investigate? He doesn’t want to harm anyone. He must remember his devotion to isolating himself. ]

[ Fine. He takes a deep breath and walks closer. He wonders who ‘Fire Ring’ is. ]

[ The bushes rustle behind Broken Spawn, he is finding a good time to approach. ]

[forsaken-player]

"That would be nice."

[ Player smiles, accepting without hesitation. The king can practically see his excitement radiate through his body. Yet... he seems different compared to when they were both back in their universe. ]

{Player could hear footsteps, it felt colder than usual..who might it be…?}

- @the-cruelest-king (HI CHAT !!! 👋👋👋)

[ The same freezing cold when he approached Blackrock castle, the same icy feel when he held the Ice Dagger in his hands. ]

[ Despite the fear in the back of his head desperately trying to convince him to turn back and regroup with his fellow survivors, Player simply does not listen. He is captivated by the cold... ]

[forsaken-player]

"Yes, yes! Those!"

[ He nods hurriedly. He notices Builderman's uncertainty but doesn't comment on it.. ]

"Do you know what happens to those who wield the swords? Or at least... tries to?"

"Builderman. Real Builderman..."

[ His first thought upon seeing him is Builderman... or really, a fake. ]

[ He decides to watch. Watch from afar, just in case it he tries to harm him or he accidentally harms him just like a couple of people he's come across. Back where he's from, Builderman, along with Shedletsky, were one of his father figures, until he went on his third adventure where he encountered the fake. His trauma only got worse when he was brought here after his fourth adventure. ]

-> @forsaken-player

Builderman was organizing a shelf near a few office cubicles. Without even meeting the traveler’s gaze, he asks:

“Are ya’ jus’ gonna sit there or do ya’ need anythin’?”

[forsaken-player]

OOC

helping pebble with a game right now, busy, won't be able to answer nor reblog for the time being!

[forsaken-player]

*Someone…familiar seemed to approaching the player. He wore a hardhat, a pair of goggles, and brandished a large BanHammer across his back*

*he stopped in front of them, trying for a friendly smile, but his tiredness showed otherwise…*

(I remembered you roleplayed with me when I first started this blog, so it’s only fair I return the favor!)

Here’s what he looks like btw

"...Builder...? You look tired. Are you alright?"

[ He was not expecting to see another face. Not now, at least. His Solitude nudges him to come up with a excuse to leave, but it's Builderman! How could he not stay? And when did he get his banhammer back? ]