#builderman interaction

[divine-swordsmaster]

"SHEDLETSKY!"

[The same voice. The same accent. Perhaps the first, or last man you'd want to see right now running over to you with anger in his expression.

He is not happy about what he's heard.]

@theworldsarchitect (deviously schemes, scheming)

-> It seems like the support had ended up in Yorick's! The same place this whole fucking shitshow started in! That same old graveyard, hollow and quiet. -> Surely Sheds couldn't be here, right? Surely the sentinel was wise enough to pull himself back from something stupid, right? Well... It's Shedletsky after all. "Funny haha chicken man" Shedletsky. -> The scent of iron lingered in the air.

[frostbitten-heir]

[He wasted no time. After all, it was what he was told to do. The staggering, limping footsteps made no point to be silent as they inched closer behind him. He could feel the cold radiating off of the princely man, and it was sickening.

A clawed hand placed itself on his shoulder, digging into his attire possessively.]

[ @theworldsarchitect ]

-> The frostbitten heir had been brought along on one of the survivors little "supply runs", the heir having gotten a touch separated from the sentinel and other survivor who came with them. -> Although it seems the corrupted mess of a man made a big mistake when it came to grabbing the heir. An almost searing yet icy feeling washed over the other as a shimmering pale blue blade met "Builderman's" face. "DON'T TOUCH ME, PEASANT!"

[bestial-corruption]

[Gentle scraping noises began getting louder and louder, smooth, solid claws sharpening themselves on stone. And then, when they were at their loudest, they stopped.

The source of the scraping sound stared blankly, and even the voices quieted down as John came into his view.

...It was David.]

( @theworldsarchitect [Smiling deviousl y])

"Well, well, well now..." -> The king rose from his throne, the gentle hum of corruption seemed to consume the very space that the two entities inhabited. John smiled, his mutated claws flexing slightly. "Look who finally showed up..."

[false-justness]

"Doom! Doom, buddy! Where are ya?!" - @universal-admin

— He could be seen up on that ledge at Glass Houses. Guessing that's where he decided he was going to camp out after leaving the mansion.

— His banhammer could be seen resting up against the wall up there. It took a moment, but the judge walked out, looking down at the other admin from up on the ledge.

"Whaddya what, Builder?"

[fuchsiahealer]

-> A familiar figure could be seen in the distance. Was that.... Builderman? - @hammerin-heads

Her eyes flickered over the figure in the distance. She recognized the weapon he held, all right...

She looked around for any sign of danger before stepping back from where she had been lingering, standing up and beginning to trek over to him. Despite the fact she hadn't spotted any current threats, she didn't risk calling his name. She never knew who else could be around to hear them.

[quadrupledhatred]

There was the survivor, knelt on the side of the mansion! He seemed to be busy, working away at these little machines of his once again.

-@constructor-fixer-upper

The parasite watched Builderman from the shadows, ITS eyes trained on the survivor. IT scanned the area around the mansion, analyzing the situation in front of IT. It was quiet. What a lucky coincidence that nobody was around. IT couldn’t see any sign of HIM.. or the little gambler.. or the tired blue soldier, either. Perfect.

Now came the perfect time to strike.

[divine-swordsmaster]

"Lookin' tired there, big guy. Ya wanna try and take a nap or somethin'? Dunno how well you'd be able to do so with uh... Your current state, but it's best to try, hm?" -> He lightly squeezes the other's cheek, snickering softly. "Can rest with ya if you'd like. '37 will make sure everything runs smoothly in our absence."

-> It's now or never. And Chance wasn't going to let bad feelings settle any longer. He knocked on the door once then waited for a response. - @casino-connoisseur

[There wasn't an answer. Nobody came to answer the door. However, faint sounds could be heard, as if claws were scraping against wood.. someone was in there, that's for sure, but they didn't answer the door. Builderman usually kept his door open when he wasn't in his room, so he had to be in there, right..? Just had to..]

[sourle]

Hi, this is my first time requesting but, can i please ask for a the reader finally getting payback as the killer because the spectre helped them with a deal and brutually kills some others (please they deserve a villian arc for all of the mistreatment, i keep crying bruh)

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Oops! I did it again

WARNINGS: Gore, blood, etc.

Note: finally i got a straight idea what to do with the request

The soft thumping of your heart is all you can listen to now. The slow beating against your rip in a rhythm it sung on its own.

The glowing color of your heart shuns your surroundings. Tinting the area with the bright color, a light within the darkness.

It makes it easier for you to be spotted.

You stare up at the starless sky, at the mist. It speaks, its voice unclear but it reeks of darkness.

It whispered, granting you a power. Granting you something similar to what you've got when you weren't forsaken.

The power you promise to never use ever again.

But it seems the promise won't mean anything as you opened the panel, staring at the starting button. And clicking it.

The humming of the night wind of the map filled the silence as you ran around, trying to find someone. Anyone. Your steps are loud like a giant stomp. You flinched once in a while involuntarily from the glitch seeping from the cracks of your flesh.

For three minutes you found no one. Not a single life in sight. You groaned in frustration, opening the panel once more to reveal the others location.

Then you saw it, a glowing silhouette crouching next to a generator. You approached, ever so careful to not alert anyone near your presence. Then you saw him. Builderman.

Thinking on the name itself makes your stomach churn in hatred, you hate the feelings. And you hate seeing him more. You walk around the corner of the white wall, striking at him with your weapon.

He gasped, not expecting your presence at all. He wasted no time idling in place and started running. You let out a small laugh, taking fun in the chase he's giving.

SKRR— TUMB

You snarl, covering your eyes as the turrets shoot at you. Slowing you down rendering for you to lose Builderman. Using your weapon you destroyed the turret in one hit from frustration.

You glance at the last path Builderman runs to and follow. Turning your head in each direction to try and spot him, and spot him you did. He's kneeling behind a wall, breathless and exhausted.

You sneak, approaching in slow calculated steps. Avoiding to make any sounds.

CRUNCH—

Builderman spits out the blood running up his throat, he glances down at his throbbing chest and sees a hand penetrating through. His heart in the grasp.

You pulled your hand back with a satisfying squelch of the torn flesh, watching as Builderman's body dropped down on the ground. Bleeding out blood.

You got up and threw the beating heart that's slowly losing its rhythm. You approached his body and took in a satisfying relish before letting out a sob.

What are you doing?

You sniffles, biting your bottom lips. No time to cry, it needs more victims. You need to make it proud. Everyone proud.

You trudge through the random walls, placed in the middle of the map. You stumbled upon one of Taph's traps and hesitantly broke it. Before continuing your search.

One by one you found them.

You watch as Elliot choked on his own blood after you slit his throat from behind before ripping out his heart.

You observed Chance's shaky smile as you plummeted your hands straight into his chest and crushed his heart.

You softly smile as Taph flails around under you, watching you raise your sword above your head and stab it through his heart.

You cornered Noob, seeing them shivers from fear. They feared you. And you can't help but smile. Haven't they always feared you? No matter.

The round ended. You rolled your shoulders, taking all the events from the match in.

Are you really satisfied by it all?

Do you want this?

You want to change, yet why did you do it?

You snapped away from your thoughts as someone nudged you. It's c00lkid. "Can we play chase now?"

You blinked before nodding with a soft smile. You need this small normal break.

[divine-swordsmaster]

[The air ran cold around him as he found himself back where this entire mess started once again.

Yoricks. It seemed that no matter what his feet led straight back here, as if it was an instinct.

Things were, for the most part, running quite smoothly. Well, for you at least, not for this beast that was seemingly being led by his very own instincts, to a place he felt he had very little knowledge or memory of.

And then, the corner of his eye caught something, and he swiveled his head to catch a better look at.. something..

No, not something. Someone. Someone big, someone tall, someone familiar.. He didn't approach, only watching from a distance. But his eyes were locked on this mystery person.]

( @theworldsarchitect . Time to traumatize funny chicken man)

-> It was him. It was Shedletsky, the beast's best friend. Or well... The beast's best friend if he could remember the damn man. The sentinel was seated in front of Yorick's tomb, his sword stuck into the ground and his back facing the beast. -> His head wings were pushed out, feathers ruffled a little. He looked tense, back hunched and arms folded over his lap. This would be a great time to strike him, yes, but it also seemed like too good of an opportunity.

[divine-swordsmaster]

"BUILDS!" -> The sentinel's eyes blew up wide as he hurried over to the support survivor, his fluffy hair bouncing slightly as he rushed over. "BUILDS! I'M HERE!"

"Builds?! Builds, where are you?!"

- @divine-swordsmaster

He forced his eyes open and lifted his head, looking into the distance and squinting.

"Sheds?..."

Okay, that came out quieter than he'd hoped, but it was still something.

[ask-robloxia-2006]

Opinions on StickMasterLuke?

Stickmasterluke is a really, really fun person to be around! He's a good friend of mine and we usually talk when he's not busy conjuring up a storm for his fans! When we first met, he seemed to recognize who I was and gave me a balloon! I really appreciated the balloon so it stays in my inventory for good!

Shedletsky trusts him too- after the incident with... 1x1x1x1... he gave the Windforce to Stickmasterluke so he could protect it! Turns out, he keeps it somewhere safe, and the machine doesn't overcharge his weather abilities anymore!

Well... unless people put way too much money into that thing.

[4thwallbreakerdraws2]

Current headspace be like

All these these different favorite characters taking up more or less space in my head, make for the funniest crossovers ngl

[theworldsgreatestgambler]

[Inhale. Exhale.

He was making no move to be quiet as he trudged his way over to a familiar face, one that he recognizes.

One he has most definitely seen before. Yet.. something felt off.]

"..Chan..ce.."

[He tries to lean on whatever was closest to him, his body still weak. It has been a moment since he had seen the gambler. Wonder if there's anything new going on with him..]

( @theworldsarchitect . Showtime.)

[*Pawn, being Pawn, was already awake and heard the man creeping closer to his cabin. Well... They're not used to the creepy stuff coming to them! That's my job! Well then, his name has been called and he must answer! He chuckles to himself, then shakes his head and swings open the door. Leaning on the side of it with one elbow on the wood.*]

"[Bui-]eeih.."

[*Pawn perked up, straightening his stance out a bit*]

"No ow.. You ve ce ertainly cha anged ha aventcha?"

[*The alternate watched the other carefully. Examining the extent of corruption on his body.*]

Not... What I was expecting- BUT HEY! We'll make it work.

// 🎰 hello sillyman.....I HAVE BEEN WAITING. SO EXCITED

[false-justness]

— The judge smiled right back at him, not seeming to notice that slight hesitation from the other admin.

"Sure has!- Well, least for you. Last thing I remember was bein' up at Robloxia, but Clocks said I've been here for a bit now."

"Builder, ya here? Clocks said I should look for ya."

— The judge called out, looking for the other admin.

— @false-justness

"Doom!" -> The admin smiled, although you could see the slight hesitation as if... As if he was worried! Which made sense considering this place. "Been a while, hasn't it, big fella?"

[universal-admin]

★ [ Clockwork kept running, and running, and running, before his legs gave out, tripping and tumbling onto the ground. ] ★

★ [ He let out a small cry of pain as he rolled over one of his wings, just laying on the ground for a few seconds before pushing himself up, just sitting on the ground. He didn't know if he was safe or not, but his wing was definitely busted. ] ★

" Ugh... "

"Clock? Is that you over there?" -> Oh my god! A familiar voice! Thick with a southern accent and full of concern, a short, heavyset man eventually coming into view. It was Builderman! The HQ's finest! "Clock! The hell are ya doin' 'ver there? Get off ya ass and c'mere!"

[divine-swordsmaster]

“Sheds…”

-@constructor-fixer-upper

-> The sentinel didn't say anything. The moment he saw the other he grabbed Builderman and hugged him tightly, shoving his face into the other's neck without a second thought.