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It certainly is dangerous, but as are the people around you. As are you, should you choose to be. Isn't it more dangerous to leave this uncertain? To let people this might effect, might apply to, know that this is out there? To prepare them for that? Perhaps you are taking more emotional space for yourself.

Builderman doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even hint at an answer. For a long moment, he remains entirely still. Then he reaches up, and grabs the brim of his hard hat, and it vanishes, leaving his hood to drop a little. He tugs at his hoodie’s strings, and closes his hood with a quiet huff. It takes… Perhaps an uncomfortably long few seconds for him to give any sort of response.

“Everyone deserves a lil space. A breather, on occasion. Takin’ emotional space ain’t a bad thing.”

And it’s not like there’s anythin’ to prepare em for. We’re already in hell.

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Isn't the truth better Builder? After all. They should know about what's happening around them, what's happening to you. The truth hurts, but it protects them. Doesn't it? - :) anon

Not this truth. Not this time. The less people know th'better. This can of worms shouldn' see th'light of day. It's dangerous.

He shifts, and pulls his hood up over his hard hat. If it weren't for the unnatural darkness of the shadow over his face as it was, it would have certainly hidden more of it.

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How often do your attempts to keep others safe wind up hurting them more severely down the road? It looks like another is about to go up on that tally

He frowns, with most of his face hidden, it's almost intimidating to see. The shadow over his face seems to darken somehow.

"Y'all ain't gettin another rise outta me. This ain't somethin' you should be pokin at."

Go away with this train of thought, would ya? You're helpin no one with it. It'd be best if it was kept t'silence. For their sakes.

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Are you... Speaking to us through the narration

He smirks, then nods, sinking a little heavier into the beanbag chair.

I may play down... Everythin', but really, did you expect a guy like me t'be exactly what y'see on the surface?

He tips his hardhat back a little, raising a brow.

"Means people can't listen in."

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Knowingly lying to people.... Thought that was below you.

His hand twitches, and he reaches up to fix his hard hat, pulling it a little lower over his face, frowning some.

"If it keeps people safe."

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Sounds like a challenge! Hypothetically of course, what if there were people who claim to know Urbanshade is real? And of course only theoretically, what if someone happened to be feeding them everything you were saying

He keeps walking, slipping back into the cabin in silence. He wanders off up the stairs, and snags an empty beanbag from near the small TV. From there, he walks off to the opposite side of the room, and sinks into it, pulling his hard hat low over his face, rather clearly pretending to be asleep.

I'd tell you t'mind your own business. Urbanshade's somethin' you don' want t'mess with. Real, fake, a ghost story, don' matter. Go bark up th'wrong tree an' see what happens, bud.

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You know more than you let on and you're rather terrible at hiding it.

He looks directly at you. There’s a few long moments of silence. Then he pushes off the tree and walks away, back towards the cabin, hands in his pockets. His shoulder practically slams into your arm despite no proper force being put behind the action as he walks away, betraying a lot more strength behind him than he lets on.

Then prove me wrong, bud.

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What do you know about the Banlands?

That makes him pause. He genuinely seems to consider it a moment.

“There’s a few takes on it- some world-specific. Folk that mess up big time tend t’end up there. Intricacies… That’s more Doom’s grounds than mine.”

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So if Urbanshade isn't real, what of people who have seen it? Claim to have been to their facilitates? Claim to have been exploited, harmed, or imprisoned by it?

He looks around, then tilts his head.

“Not a thing I’ve heard tell of.”

But… Something feels off. He wanders out of the cabin, hands casually tucked into his pockets as he wanders a small ways back into the forest. Hm…

“Not genuinely, at least. Robloxians come in all sorts of shapes’n sizes. Colours’re odd, bodies weird… One’s home shapes who they are’n they can shape themselves more. Not everyone picks how they look, but a lotta folks can change it up. Certainly not unheard of. People push sob stories’n ghost stories all over th’place if they think they can sell it. Brings in Robux in some cases, even.”

He stops, and leans against a tree, partially unzipping his hoodie to cool down some.

“Fictitious, all of it. Urbanshade ain’t real, I’d know if it was.”

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If Urbanshade isn't real, how do you know it's exploiting things?

He raises a brow, tipping his hard hat back slightly to look at you.

“It’s a fictitious thing, documented in quieter spots, with a supposed motto. It’s in th’taglines of it, pal.”

He fixes his hat, then brushes a few stray hairs out of his face.

“Urbanshade’s an urban myth- a good’n proper one, unlike 1x4.”

Or… John, now. He shudders, but doesn’t say more, simply shrugging.

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Ever hear of a place called Urbanshade before?

That makes him freeze. He fixes his hoodie, his hard hat, then his gloves, clearly trying to avoid speaking for a few moments altogether. When he speaks, it’s after a very slow, deep breath, before hitting a tone one could almost call… Customer service adjacent.

“Mythos. Genuine mythos. Rumours’n ghost tales, good’n proper. Y’really think a place like that could really work? It’n… Oh what is it, th’Foundation are pipe dreams- things from th’community we got goin’ on that ain’t real, they’re jus’ fun t’imagine’n mess about with.”

He waves his hands about rather dismissively, an underlying, almost unnatural calm in him as he waves it off unnervingly casually, almost as if his words are heavily practised.

“Place like that’s somethin’ we’d personally see t’pullin’ down, if it was real. Ain’t none too fond of th’idea of exploitin’ folks’n things like that… Just ain’t somethin’ we’d stand for.”

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Do you really think things are doing well in your absence? Do you think things are still running without you or Shedletsky?

Builderman pauses. He frowns, fixing his hard hat.

“They’re practically built t’run without us for extended periods of time. Th’rest of th’team should be fine.”

… But it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself that’s the truth, too.

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Builderman frowns softly at Taph’s reaction, though it’s an understandable one. Suddenly talking again is. A hell of a surprise. He gives the other’s hands a gentle squeeze, then lets go of his hands.

“You don’ gotta, even if you can, you know.”

He reminds him with a smile, tilting his head slightly to the side. Part of him wants to offer her a hug. And there’s really no reason not to, so he does in fact offer her a one-armed hug while speaking.

“This place is… Odd. For a number’f reasons. I’m… Sure this had a reason to it, and even if it does, y’don’ gotta speak if y’jus’ don’ wanna. Folk didn’ also suddenly lose th’ability t’read Sign, for those that can. I know I sure didn’, at least. Shockin’ as this is, if you’d be more comfortable pretendin’ nothin’s changed, no one would stop ya.”

[ Havin a calm day Builds? not anymore. Hope ya enjoy the yell of something vaguely familiar! ] "BUILDERMAN- WHERE ARE YOU THIS IS IMPORTANT-" [Her voice cracked, rough from years of disuse, yet. It was so recognizably Taph, given how he seemed to show up barely a minute after, trying not to barrel into the admin. Her hands flailing a bit as the panic really didnt try to hide itself ] " IS- Isss it possible that things can change in this realm because THIS-" [ Taph gestured to his throat, as if hearing her speak wasnt enough. ] "Is so far from normal-!" - coghs @subspace-demolition

Builderman was still trying to fully wake up, sitting in the chair still. The sound of his name, and the voice it belonged to more than startled him. His head snaps up, and the flower he was handed vanishes in an instant, off to his inventory. He sits up straight, blanket falling off his shoulders as he shoves off the chair, hands out to stop Taph without hurting either of them.

"Woah woah easy-"

WAITTAPHISTALKING

"I- hey- hold up."

He gives a weak little laugh, clearly surprised by it, and struggling to keep up despite how little information it is. Talking again... He holds out his hands for him to take, in case the contact might help ground her in the moment.

"Easy there, Taph... Don't. Want t'lose it again, hey? Jus... Take it easy, slow down a lil. That's... Certainly new, hah. Y'alright, overall..? Anythin' else odd?"

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do you think you could carry any of the guys around you

“All of em.”

He replies simply, smiling.

“Every last person here, with ease. I might be small, but I’m a hell of a lot stronger’n I look.”

That is the most casual boast you will ever get out of him.

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[ Havin a calm day Builds? not anymore. Hope ya enjoy the yell of something vaguely familiar! ] "BUILDERMAN- WHERE ARE YOU THIS IS IMPORTANT-" [Her voice cracked, rough from years of disuse, yet. It was so recognizably Taph, given how he seemed to show up barely a minute after, trying not to barrel into the admin. Her hands flailing a bit as the panic really didnt try to hide itself ] " IS- Isss it possible that things can change in this realm because THIS-" [ Taph gestured to his throat, as if hearing her speak wasnt enough. ] "Is so far from normal-!" - coghs @subspace-demolition

Builderman was still trying to fully wake up, sitting in the chair still. The sound of his name, and the voice it belonged to more than startled him. His head snaps up, and the flower he was handed vanishes in an instant, off to his inventory. He sits up straight, blanket falling off his shoulders as he shoves off the chair, hands out to stop Taph without hurting either of them.

"Woah woah easy-"

WAITTAPHISTALKING

"I- hey- hold up."

He gives a weak little laugh, clearly surprised by it, and struggling to keep up despite how little information it is. Talking again... He holds out his hands for him to take, in case the contact might help ground her in the moment.

"Easy there, Taph... Don't. Want t'lose it again, hey? Jus... Take it easy, slow down a lil. That's... Certainly new, hah. Y'alright, overall..? Anythin' else odd?"

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Here have another flower! Hope things get better for you man :( sorry you're going through so much

- @lynposting.

"Oh- thanks."

He takes the flower gently, smiling almost tiredly. He's trying not to yawn.

"It'll.. Look up eventually. Jus' gotta hold out."

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G0T 4 PR0BL3M W1TH M3? HUH??

General info

Forsaken AU of Griefer from Blocktales. Killer role, not survivor. Heavily HC'd and all that, don't expect a canon compliant Griefer.

Written by a fictive too, rp actions =/= the fictive.

M!As allowed, I can say no.

Flirting with the character allowed at your own risk, keep in mind he's late teens though. No NSFW, thanks.

Lots of letter to number replacement, if that's an issue for you you might want to stay away.

Crossover stuff okay.

Feel free to hand him stuff or try to hurt him, anything goes as long as it's not suggestive or anything.

Note about mod: if my tone seems flat I'm not MAD at you my tone's just FUCKED from masking I'm used to being LOUD and I'm TRYING not to be. If you're worried I'm mad at you you're free to ask if I am no worries.

Divider by the writer of @creativeinnovations!

Character info

Griefer from Blocktales placed into Forsaken.

Late teens.

Post-Bubonic Plant fight, does NOT have the Venomshank (for now anyways. I've seen you around person sending SFOTH swords to people.)

Killer. Pretty coherent out of rounds, but during rounds he becomes WAY more plant-like and the Bubonic Plant takes more control.

Not the nicest person! Kind of a bitch!

Reference below (Still a wip, getting finished later. If you recognize this style yeah you do.) (Colors are mostly the same as canon Griefer, and the planty bits are colored like the Bubonic Plant)

Tags and stuff below the cut.

Tags

y0u t4lking t0 m3? | asks

sh0w y0ur fac3 or shut up | anon

random bullshit go | ooc

Adding more as needed