#blame builderman

[ioescapism]

MARCH 18TH…

“Jane…? Jane… help…”

“John? H.. honey? What happened to you…?”

“It……… HURTS!!”

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[genomesoldier]

M'NOT FUCKING TAGGING ALL OF THIS I'M DROPPING IT AT MY FOLLOWERS DOORSTEPS AND CLIMBING BACK INTO THE SEWER GRATING

[moldbugg]

Blame Inflation T-shirt thing i made a few weeks ago-

Made because EXPENSIVE ahh styff...

i forgot to post grgrggrgr...

Sadly not a png because ibis paint...

Please credit when you use it.

[the-feathered-admin]

kiss, marry, kill. your victims are

Brighteyes, Builderman and Dusekkar

Y’know the way you ordered them already answers that. Kiss Brights, marry Builder, and kill Dusek

(sorry Matt!)

[robloxian-hq-employee]

"Hi welcome to Roblox HQ how can I help you?"

ASK: (OPEN!!!)

🌻= (ooc)

"hi im uno your average Roblox employee the old account ( @roblox-hq-employee ) accidentally got itself deleted due to some technical difficulties I'm sorry for those questions were still waiting have been unfortunately deleted (shedletsky got attacked by a bunch of chickens and I accidentally pressed the delete button). But not to worry I have come back again! I will get ready to answer some questions really soon! I just need to set somethings up. I hope you all have a great day and stay safe and will enjoy The Many Adventures me and my other co-workers will have!" -uno

(🌻: I accidentally lost the original Roblox HQ employee account- I hope the people will re find this account soon. The story will continue going as promise. I just need to post a few things and then we can start)

[miko0528]

a/n: i made this on my period to comfort myself heh... all (almost) forsaken x reader (who has a period i guess..) - (reader goes by they them)

Elliot!: - he panics a bit, but once he calms down when you explain whats happening and how its actually not harmful. - expect a bit more cuddles cause he is worried about you and your health - would and would feed you pizza and keep a bucket near if you ever vomited (a/n: dude this happens to me so much dawg i keep on vomitin-) - makes sure your taking care of yourself (cause you feel most down when your on ur days) - would literally take a whole week off from his job just to be with you and help you around the house

overall, a sweet boi: 10/10 Chance!: - he a bit nervous, but tries to cover their nervousness with a serious face. - if your playing in rounds, they might just stay by your side more, since you are cramping and bleeding constantly (ouch..) - if it gets worse you are staying in his cabin in bed until the round is done - Chance would literally cover you in kisses as he lays with you in bed trust me now- welp, a hot 9/10 007n7: - a dad, who has a son that went insane. - would really like to help you out. - he would've done research if you ever told him about your period. - then suddenly, KABOOM! he comes out of the store with lots of pads and medicines. - ofc, he cuddles and snuggles you :3 - and cook you fooddddddd :3 AUGH UAUGH AUGAUHA GAUAGUH I LOVE 00)7n7 LET ME HAVE HIM 100000000/10 tuah time: - confused if i would say. - if you explain more to them they would get angry. "I'll blame the spawn for this!" they would (maybe) say. - they don't know what to really do, but just cuddle you (ofc) - but they might try to give you some kind of comfort and warmth to calm down your cramps. (or some ritual to take away the cramps.) noob -SCARED builderman: - completely calm with this one, as he heard some situations like that - would make you tea and make you eat light foods, no sweets, no hot foods. (a/n: cause those foods made my cramps worse trust me buddy.) - kissing all day for comfort, yeah... shedletsky: - dawg you told him while he was eating his chicken and he got grossed out so quickly oh gosh... - but, he still takes showers with you no matter what - if ur in a round with him, this cheeky asshole would treat you like you a weak ass princess and protect you.. + he shoves chicken in ur mouth when you ain't eating because of your nausea. (you vomited) guest 1337: - dude he literally lets his guard down just to take care of you - would do anything to find the best cramp medicine for you - so gentle with you while cuddling omggg - if ur in a round with him (aagainnn) and you can't do shit cause owwiweee crampy cramp cramps, expect him to accidentally fling the killer away into the sky if the killer is targetting you. killers john doe: - confused - tries his best to not harm you with his hand when holding you - makes small purrs when trying to comfort you - cuddly boi 1x1x1x1: - ah? the embodiment of hatred? caring for you?! - lets just say: HE BEEN THROUGH IT TOO. - would try her best to kiss you and cuddle you since you're in so much pain and agony - if you two are in a round, he would leave you for last and try not to harm you in any way - watches you from the shadows when you are with your teammates and thats all ;-; *walks away as im cramping like hell rn*

[fandomandangstlover]

Ghost of the Future AU is real suckeers /lh

anyways this au is basically Builderman from the Future(that the Player went in time from, who's dead and yadayada everything went to hell) who also got yoinked back in time.

he can't rlly do much so he ends up just... watching the lives of other people when he was kidnapped the whole time. turns out the SFOTH Swords can make the Wielders see him because of weird time prophecy thing. Player gets jumpscared when they get the Ice Dragger and promptly had a panic attack.

yeah Cruel King saw BM and just. accepted that he's insane now. something something he says "i'll be with you soon" to BM and promptly fucking dies. Player has no idea till they turn around and boom!!

BM doesn't blame the Player for his death. or anyone, really. sure they failed to save him but... would he have been able to be saved anyways? he was already so close. would it have mattered?

please ask me about him i am BEGGING you

[yu-shins]

Bean reader going out for a drink in the lake, BOOM GOT CAPTURE BY animal kidnappers, what the forsaken gang would do in your opinion ?

Survivors

Elliot : Bro will be so panicked when the little fat creature goes missing, will blame Shedletsky for not being able to take care of you.

Totim : "Wha bean?" If SPAWN says the fat creatures must be protected then they will kill whoever kidnaps em

Shedletshi : Bro is responsible for the disappearance of our beloved bean >:((

Chence : Bro will gamble whether they die or survive, Elliot kills him after that.

Taph : 😰😱💥🤯😭🥹

Noob : Feeling anxious like Elliot because you really helped lift their depression in this hellish game. Feel sad :'(

Guest 1337 : Bro will find where you are, no matter if you were kidnapped by the killers he will solo the killers in their base just to get you back >:D

Builderman :. At first he didn't really care about your presence because he needed to think about a strategy for the next round. But after that he melted and loved you (when he squezzing you), panicked when you disappeared.

My glorius king 007n7 :. He really likes you, but he doesn't know what to do, he can't join the others to help find you (yall know his reputation there//poor man). So he did everything he could with his c00lguy to look for you :'(

Bonus :P

1eggs4 : BRO, he's the one who kidnapped you when Shedletsky was too busy eating his chicken. Seeing how Shedletsky is on your side makes him think that you could be that smelly fatty's weakness. Because there's no way a Shedletsky would want to take care a fat creature like you NO WAY-

Now he is the one who takes care of you, eugh

(you are so squezz he can't stand it)

John Doe :. Seeing 1x bring a fat bean to the killers' cabin confused him, but he didn't care. He let you fall asleep on his chest and you liked it because it was soft and warm!

C00lkid :. HAPPY THAT 1X 'FOUND' A NEW FRIEND FOR HIM, YEAYYAYAYAYA

Jason : Kiki mama??

Sorry guys, I'll close/turn off the requests for now :'<

[forsaken-headcanons]

every survivor in forsaken is crazy.

Noob is constantly terrified, never being able to relax due to there constantly being killers around. Even if they did get time to themself, they��d definitely still be scared and have nightmares about being chased. Insanity scale: 5/10. Halfway there, but they react to things in normal ways.

Elliot is hanging by a thread. He has the sole responsibility to make sure everyone stays alive, which is already a hard job, but he also likely serves as the team therapist. And nobody else can really help him with his problems (007n7 would if he didn’t have a son to run from). Insanity scale: 6/10. Can and will snap.

Two Time has been mentioned to be “messed up in the membrane”. There’s no defending them. They are a cultist who killed someone who was important to them. They believe in reincarnation to a fatal extent. Insanity scale: 9/10. I don’t think they’re ok, but they at least have somewhat of a soul.

Guest 1337 is a mixed bag. He’s likely the most sane of the bunch. He has a family and lived a happy life… until military training. I doubt he’s been able to see his family ever since he started, and that can leave a mark on you. Insanity scale: 3/10. He’s probably aware of the fact the group is trapped in an endless hell where they get chased by ruthless killers for the rest of eternity.

Builderman is both ok and not ok simultaneously. I think he has the most self-discipline next to Guest 1337, so he won’t be gone easily. However, his affiliations with Shedletsky (who is definitely crazy) might cause him to lose a bit of his sanity. And the whole killer thing. Insanity scale: 4/10. Haunted by Shedletsky.

Chance is already gone. He’s a gambler. His gimmick… is gambling. Need I say less? Insanity scale: gamble/10. (Ok, I will actually say something though: he’s probably covering up inner feelings with his natural cheer)

Shedletsky. I’m pretty sure we all saw this coming, but this guy is unwell. First, one of the killers is the embodiment of his own hatred and malice. Neat. Second, the whole Telamon thing. He’s also the weird hooded guy who’s most likely a cultist. I think he’s the second most far gone character in the group. Insanity scale: fried chicken/10. We’re blaming John for this.

007n7 isn’t doing so well. Imagine raising a child who you think is innocent and adorable, then suddenly you’re running for your life from him. Do you think you’d be ok? No. Insanity scale: child loss/10. He also has to face the fact that he wasn’t a very good father, either.

TL;DR: pray for Two Time, Shedletsky, and 007n7.

This is the most beautiful ask I have ever received. Gamble/10, child loss/10 and fried chicken/10 are my favorite ratings. I read this a day ago when it first got in my inbox and dear anon, I have to tell you that "we're blaming john for this" has now become a phrase I use in every appropriate and inappropriate situation.

Thank you for the Chance food. I've been saying that he's not as mentally well as he likes to appear to be.

[oohhohhvv]

Forsaken: Redo Repent Repeat AU

Doubt

Summary; Coming back to life was not without consequences. Builderman finds an oddity on Shedletsky and he brushes it off, leaving Builderman to his thoughts of frustration and doubt in this implementation of the Second Life ability.

Note:

I want to write a little bit of the small stuff for this au!! Maybe a bit of character study too? I dunno really... Though I know that I struggled so bad in writing Dusekkar's dialogue

Word count: 2901

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The night still hummed with the remnants of battle.  

Shedletsky exhaled sharply, rolling out the stiffness in his shoulders as the group was taken back in the lobby. 

The rush of adrenaline from the last round still clung to him, but it wasn’t the kind that burned—it was the kind that settled, that reminded him they had won  

Or at least, they should have.  

“Damn shame, huh?” Noob muttered, slumping onto one of the cabin’s worn-out chairs. “We could’ve had it.”  

Elliot scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. If c00lkid hadn’t pulled that minion stunt at the last second.” He huffed, shaking his head. 

“Tch. Cheap.”  

Shedletsky let out a dry chuckle. “Can’t blame you guys for that one.” He turned toward Chance and Guest 1337, nodding. 

“You two held up better than expected. Guess that Second Life is working out for you.”  

Chance flashed a grin, flipping his gun in his hand before holstering it. “Yeah. Though it Feels weird getting back up after getting shot, but I can’t say I hate it.”  

Guest 1337 gave a small nod. “It’s useful.” His tone was short, but approving.  

Shedletsky smirked. 

This was what he wanted—what they needed. With this ability, their team wasn’t just surviving anymore. They were formulating better plans.

As Elliot and Noob continued to bicker about how exactly the last round went wrong, Shedletsky’s gaze flicked toward the cabin’s exit.  

007n7.  

He was walking out, arms wrapped around himself, steps slow and stiff.  

Shedletsky’s brow twitched, He considered saying something.  

But the moment passed andHe brushed it off.  

Didn’t matter.  

They had other things to focus on.  

Shedletsky let out a slow breath, stepping away from the main group and making his way to the tables of the cabin. 

The energy from the last round was still buzzing in the air. Elliot and Noob’s bickering, Chance’s casual boasting, Guest’s quiet nods of approval.

But for now, he wanted to sit.

He slid into one of the creaky chairs, resting an elbow on the table, then patted the empty seat next to him without looking up.

“C’mon, take a break before we get thrown into the pit again,” he said.

Builderman glanced over.

He had been standing near the edge of the room, arms crossed, taking in the brief moment of stillness before the next inevitable battle. 

But after a beat of consideration, he exhaled and stepped forward, setting his hard hat down on the table as he sat beside Shedletsky.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the others fill the space.

“Not a bad run,” Builderman finally said, adjusting his goggles. “Your plan worked.”

Shedletsky smirked. “Course it did.”

Builderman huffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get cocky.” He reached for his hard hat again, fingers brushing the brim before pausing.

His gaze flicked downward at Shedletsky’s arm.

His eyes squinted at the feathers—There were more of them now.

More than before.

A noticeable change—one that hadn’t been there the last time he remembers.

His fingers hovered over the edge of the table.

Builderman frowned, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. “Shed, your arm.”  

Shedletsky blinked, then followed Builderman’s gaze. 

His feathers, once a sparse, almost decorative feature, had grown thicker, spreading further up his arm. 

He hummed, brushing a hand over them. His fingers ran through the feathers, ruffling them slightly before smoothing them back down.  

Nothing felt wrong.  

No odd sensations, no discomfort. 

Just normal.  

“Huh.” He tilted his head. “Didn’t really notice.”  

Builderman’s frown deepened. “You didn’t notice this?”  

Shedletsky let out a light chuckle. “Guess not.”  

“Your feathers weren’t like this before.” Builderman’s voice was steadier now, his concern pushing through the usual calm exterior. 

“This isn’t just a little change, Shed. It’s noticeable.”  

Shedletsky simply shrugged, rolling his shoulders as if that would shake off the conversation. 

“Yeah, well, just to you it looks different. I doubt the others would notice. Besides, we’ve been going through a lot. Maybe it’s just a little side effect.”  

Builderman stared at him. “A side effect of what?”  

Shedletsky leaned back in his chair, “Of almost winning.”  

Builderman didn’t return the amusement. 

He kept staring, watching for any crack in Shedletsky’s laid-back demeanor, any sign that he found this as strange as he did.  

But Shedletsky’s confidence didn’t waver.  

If anything, he looked more at ease than before.  

And that… That.. was what unsettled Builderman the most.  

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The next round had begun.  

Builderman stood at the highest point of the castle, his hands steady as he tightened the last piece of his sentry. 

The machine whirred to life easily, its sensors flickering in the dim light, locking onto any threats near by.  

He exhaled. The sentry was ready.  

Now he just had to—  

A flicker of movement caught his eye.  

He looked down.  

Below, the area was chaos. The ground was a ruined mess of stone and corrupted spikes, twisting unnaturally underfoot. 

In the middle of it all, the one facing John Doe and his corrupted, writhing form, was Shedletsky.  

He was throwing himself into the fight, and he was confident.

Builderman’s breath hitched as he watched the familiar glint of Shedletsky’s blade flash out.

Shedletsky didn’t hesitate. He plunged his sword into himself, piercing through flesh and armor alike, the force of it staggering even John Doe for a brief moment.  

Builderman winced. His grip on the ledge tightened.  

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Shedletsky do something reckless. 

But now, after everything, watching him impale himself without so much as a second thought sent a gnawing discomfort through Builderman’s gut.  

His mind wandered—

The Second Life.

Back then, Shedletsky had told him—tell the others, let them know we’re doing this.

And he hadn’t.  

Not because he didn’t want to. But because he hadn’t been sure.

Because he’d heard about Two Time being hesitant. Because something about it felt like stepping into uncharted ground, into something they couldn’t reverse.  

So he waited. And by the time he finally told them, it was already done.  

By the time the Sentinels knew, Shedletsky had already made the announcement. 

Had already taken that step forward. Had already committed.

Now, watching him from above, watching him fight like he didn’t care about the wounds, like dying was just another step in the battle…

Builderman felt that weight settle on his chest again.  

He didn’t know if he had been right to wait.  

But he also didn’t know if they had been right to go through with it at all.  

Builderman turned away, exhaling slowly as he sat down beside his sentry, resting his arm on one of his knees as he forced himself to look away from the battlefield below. 

The sentry’s quiet hum filled the space beside him, a steady contrast to the chaos happening beneath the castle walls.  

He knew they were gaining the upper hand.  

Their attempt to fight back was actually working. 

That was good.  

That was what they needed.  

And yet…

Builderman felt sick.  

His fingers curled into fists as he shut his eyes for a brief moment, trying to push past the unease that sat heavy in his stomach. 

He had seen injuries. He had seen worse.  

But This was different.  

This wasn’t an enemy landing a fatal blow.  

This was Shedletsky, a man he had worked alongside for years, inflicting harm on himself without hesitation because it made him stronger and benefited the whole group.

He knew that was how Second Life worked.  

Builderman swallowed hard.  

It was good they were winning… So why did it feel so wrong?  

Builderman exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around his knee.  

It wasn’t fair.  

Shedletsky didn’t have to do all of this.  

Not for them—not for the people who were just as trapped in this nightmare as he was. People who had no way out, who had long since accepted that survival was temporary.  

And yet, Shedletsky kept pushing himself beyond his limits.  

Throwing himself into battle with reckless abandon.  

Bleeding, breaking, piercing his own body—all for the sake of getting back up again, of making sure the others didn’t have to take the same risks he did.  

As if he could carry the burden for everyone. 

It made something ugly settle in Builderman’s chest, a slow-burning frustration that he couldn’t shake.  

Shedletsky had always been reckless, always the one to take risks that no one else would. But this—this wasn’t just him being bold or fearless.  

This was different. 

This was wrong.  

And the worst part was that Shedletsky didn’t even seem to notice.  

Didn’t even seem to care.  

He had taken on this power, this unnatural gift, and he was using it to its full extent without hesitation. 

Without fear.  

And that terrified Builderman more than he wanted to admit.  

Shedletsky had been his coworker for years. He still was. No amount of rounds, no amount of death and revival, could change that.  

But watching him now… watching him treat his own life like nothing more than a resource to be spent—it made Builderman feel sick.  

It made him feel—  

Selfish.  

Because he didn’t want to watch his friend throw himself away like this.  

He didn’t want to see him become something unrecognizable.  

He didn’t want him to think this was normal.  

Builderman ran a hand down his face, forcing himself to exhale slowly.  

Before he could spiral further, a noise caught his attention—a scuff of movement against the stone.  

His head lifted just in time to see a figure making their way up the slope leading to the castle’s peak. Their steps were light, deliberate, almost graceful despite the battlefield raging below.  

Builderman already knew who it was before they even spoke.  

“Ah, Builderman, wise and grand,” Dusekkar greeted, his voice carrying its usual poetic cadence. “A gift of metal, by your hand?”

 

Builderman blinked. His frustration dulled, momentarily interrupted by the usual confusion that came with trying to decipher Dusekkar’s way of speaking.  

“...You need a heal dispenser?” he asked, already knowing the answer.  

Dusekkar nodded, stepping closer with an air of casual ease, as if this weren’t the middle of a warzone. 

“A wound sustained, a fight well fought—yet strength restored, must not be sought.”  

Builderman let out a long breath, shaking his head as he reached for his tools. “Right. One sec.”  

Builderman worked in silence, his hands moving with practiced precision as he constructed the heal dispenser. 

The familiar mechanical clicks and hums filled the air, a steady rhythm that kept his mind focused.. at least, that was what he told himself.  

Dusekkar watched him, his expression unreadable beneath his ever-present grin. He was still for a moment, then tilted his head slightly, the edges of his hat shifting with the movement.  

“You build with ease, your hands well-trained,” Dusekkar mused, his voice carrying its usual poetic lilt. “And yet your soul seems far less tamed.”  

Builderman didn’t stop working. He only glanced up for a second, meeting Dusekkar’s hollow, glowing eyes before returning his attention to the dispenser.  

“I’m fine,” he said, tone even. “Just focused.”  

Dusekkar said nothing at first. Then, in a softer voice, he replied, “A claim untrue, yet well-prepared, your heart is burdened, mind ensnared.”  

Builderman’s hands hesitated for just a second before tightening the last bolt in place. 

He let out a slow breath, then finally turned to fully face the support.  

Dusekkar stood calmly, his hands resting over the hilt of his staff. He wasn’t pushing, wasn’t prying, but his knowing gaze lingered.  

Builderman sighed. “It’s nothing.”  

Dusekkar didn’t need to say anything this time. He simply looked at him.  

And that was enough.  

Builderman exhaled, rubbing his temple. He wasn’t in the mood to put this into words, but even he could tell Dusekkar wasn’t going to drop it.  

Before he could speak again, movement below caught his eye.  

Both of them turned their attention to the battle unfolding beneath the castle.  

Shedletsky, Chance, and Guest 1337 had formed up against John Doe, moving in near-perfect sync as they fought.  

Guest landed the first strike, his fists slamming into John Doe’s corrupted form with enough force to send him stumbling.  

Chance moved in next, sliding into position and taking a shot with pinpoint accuracy.  

Shedletsky followed up immediately, twin swords flashing as he struck with relentless speed.  

John Doe reeled, but he wasn’t down yet. His twisted presence pulsed, shadows curling at his feet, preparing to lash out—  

A faint glow shimmered in the air.  

Builderman glanced at Dusekkar just in time to see the support lift his staff, A shimmering shield flared to life around Guest just as John Doe struck back, absorbing the impact.  

Guest took the opening and delivered another crushing blow.  

The fight continued, but Builderman’s focus drifted.  

His unease hadn’t faded.  

If anything, it had settled even heavier in his chest.  

He felt Dusekkar’s gaze on him again.  

“…I’m having second thoughts about the Second Life ability,” Builderman admitted, his voice quieter than before.  

Dusekkar’s expression didn’t change, but the weight of his stare felt heavier now. He didn’t speak right away.  

And for the first time since this whole thing started, Builderman wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer.  

Dusekkar tilted his head, the air around him still as he considered Builderman’s words. 

His ever-present grin didn’t waver, but his voice was quieter this time—less playful, more thoughtful. 

“A gift, a curse, a borrowed breath,  

Is life still life if shaped by death?”  

His words lingered, sinking into the air between them. Builderman’s hands clenched slightly at his sides.  

Dusekkar studied him for a moment before he spoke again, softer now. “You do not trust the path they take?”  

Builderman sighed, shaking his head. 

“It’s not that.” He rubbed his temple, frustration creeping into his voice. 

“I know why they wanted it. I get it. Second Life makes them stronger, makes it easier to keep pushing forward. But…”  

He trailed off, staring down at the battle still raging below. 

Shedletsky moved like a force of nature, weaving through attacks, blades flashing in perfect rhythm. Chance and Guest weren’t far behind, their movements sharp and coordinated.  

And yet, Builderman’s stomach twisted watching them.  

“But it doesn’t change the fact that they have to die for it,” he finished, voice tense. “And not just die, but kill themselves to trigger it.”  

Dusekkar hummed, thoughtful.

 “A cost quite steep, a heavy toll,  

And heavier yet upon the soul.”  

Builderman exhaled, resting his arms on his knees. 

“Chance and Guest—hell, even Shed—they act like it’s just another tool in the arsenal. But I can’t stop thinking about what it actually means.” He shook his head. “They have to force themselves to die. Every single time.”  

He swallowed hard. “I’ve seen Shed do it more than once now. He doesn’t even hesitate.” His grip tightened. “And that’s what worries me.”  

Dusekkar nodded, his gaze unreadable. 

“You fear the cost is one unseen,  

That more is lost than what they glean.”  

Builderman let out a slow breath. “Yeah.”  

For a moment, neither of them spoke.  

The battle below raged on.  

Dusekkar turned his gaze downward, watching as Shedletsky cut through another wave of shadowed figures. 

He watched as Guest 1337 took a hit that should have been fatal, only to rise again, movements sharper than before. He watched as Chance spun, dodging an attack with fluid ease, a cocky grin still present even in the chaos.  

Then he looked back at Builderman.  

“And tell me, friend, what would you do?” he asked. His voice remained steady, his rhyme as effortless as ever. “If it were yours to undo?”  

Builderman didn’t answer right away.  

Because, truthfully, he didn’t know.  

Dusekkar seemed to wait for Builderman’s answer, but before he could even attempt one, a sharp crack echoed through the battlefield below.  

Both of them turned their heads just in time to see a burst of smoke and sparks erupt from Chance’s flintlock. 

The gun misfired violently, backfiring straight into his grip.

Chance barely had time to react before a clawed hand ripped through him. His body crumpled, a final huff of laughter escaping him before he went limp.  

“Out of luck for this round.”  

Builderman sighed through his nose, shaking his head. It was only a matter of time. They could only hold on for so long before things started tilting against them again.  

“We’re gonna lose this one,” he muttered, watching as Guest 1337 tensed up at Chance’s fall, adjusting his stance as if readying himself for an inevitable collapse of their strategy.  

Dusekkar exhaled, tipping his head slightly as he observed the field. 

“Fickle fate and shifting tides,  

Fortune falls and luck divides.”  

Builderman let out a tired chuckle. “Yeah. Something like that.”  

He leaned back against his sentry, finally allowing himself to ease the tension in his shoulders. 

This conversation hadn’t given him any real answers, but it had let him say what had been clawing at his mind. And that was something.  

He exhaled. “Thanks for hearing me out, Dusekkar.”  

The pumpkin-headed mage simply gave a knowing hum, tipping his hat slightly. 

“A burden shared, a weight made light,  

No need for thanks. Only insight.”  

Builderman nodded, letting himself take the moment of peace while it lasted.

Because soon enough, he knew he’d meet the spikes of John Doe sooner or later.

[brain4stew]

Forsaken survivors w a event!reader??Where reader only stays when there is a certain holiday/event like christmas??

How interesting! I will see what I can do with this ask of yours anon! 🫶

(Again, note to self that, I do not know the exact personalities of the characters, so I have a feeling some if not most and all of them will become rather… OOC.)

But anyway, headcanons/something under the cut! ;

• The survivor lobby is filled to the brim with Christmas decorations, and Christmas spirits.

• (007n7, Guest 1337 and Builderman took the time to do it together, they don’t exactly trust the others with decorating.)

• You may ask where you come in, however, you come in quite late! Somewhere awfully close to Christmas! So let’s skip to there!

• Every survivor is excited for Christmas, wondering what they will get as Christmas presents. Chance made bets to almost everyone about what they’ll get… (No one risked doing bets with him.)

• You appear, well… Out of nowhere. You’re wearing your Christmas outfit. (you choose for yourself, as I don’t know what you’d want. However I personally would wear a Christmas onesie.)

• Everyone were confused, curious and of course, weary of you. But, after seeing you were mostly harmless, they were quite happy you were there with them!

• Elliot has even asked you to help him cook and bake food for Christmas! Which, you agreed too! (You both managed to get yourselves covered in flour at least once…)

• Noob is just curious, asking where you came from, who you are, what you are- hold on a minute, what you are?? WHY ARE YOU ASKING THA-

• Guest 1337 is keeping an eye on you, being weary of you, as you appeared out of nowhere. He’s happy, of course. But, him who has been out on WAR… Can you really blame him for being weary?

• Two Time… Is just Two Time. They’re curious about you, yes, but, what they’re the most curious about, is where you came from, and if you have- or had, any similar experiences as them. (Spoiler, you most likely don’t.)

• Chance, he… Just wanted to make bets with you, and play card games with you. (What a shame for him, you won most of the time.)

• Builderman has asked you if you wanted to make something, probably from wood, or anything of the sort, to make more Christmas spirit’s(?)

• 007n7, he is talking to you, asking what you think C00lkidd would like as a gift, as he tells you how C00lkidd is like. (You ended up becoming confused and struggling to figure out the perfect gift…)

• Shedletsky… Well… You had to keep him from going into the kitchen, and having to help him by reminding him to not eat too much fried chicken.

• By the time you have to leave, however, everyone was disappointed, they liked your presence! Please don’t leave them just like that…

• You told them that you’ll most likely be back the next Christmas, or another holiday. Before, you disappear.

• Let’s just say that, everyone can’t wait for you to come back. They already like you with how little time they had with you!

[sourle]

Question,,,What are the reactions of the survivors/Who grieved the most when YFAT!reader became a killer?

Great questions!

I think i already answered it before but i forgot what i named it lol

The one who grief the most is Taph and Chance come in second

Their reactions to Reader becoming a killer are mixed.

Some blame themselves and think if they do something different it wouldn't happen: Noob, 007n7, Elliot, Chance, Dusekkar

Some hates you more: Builderman, Elliot

Some don't know how to feel about it: Shedletsky, Guest 1337

Some full on crashing out on everyone: Taph

[tknuniversum]

007n7 and C00lkid Block Tales AU!

Cross posted on Ao3 under the same name as my Tumblr account!!!

This is going to be a bit long. (Some things will change once Demo 4 comes out)

007n7

Backstory:

He's still a hacker, a really dangerous and powerful one. He mastered code manipulation and even Builderman had trouble with banning him. After a really close call with banhammer, 007n7 decided that he needs someone who will go to front lines for him, so he could still do the hacking without risking being banned. So he got to work and after some time he created C00lkid using android body he created and fragment of his own code (more specifically a part of code that includes memories from his youth where he started taking hacking seriously)

With C00lkid he made a lot hacking attacks, which resulted in him being feared across whole Robloxia. He got banned once, by Builderman and ended up in Banlands, but thanks C00lkid's help he ended up escaping. He decided to lay low for a while and ended up moving to small village [in the area where Demo 4 will take place].

More info:

- He's more emotionally distant than his Forsaken version, and doesn't regret anything he done in the past. He feels proud of his accomplishments.

- He doesn't view C00lkid as actual person, just a bunch of code in android body/ a tool that helps him hack. Despite this he still allows C00lkid to call him dad.

- He has a control panel for C00lkid, where he can also read the mood of his creation or any thought C00lkid sends him, is able to access his point of view and is able to control him (he rarely uses the last option)

- Believes that relationship are nothing more than a distraction and a obstacle.

- Is focused on his work, despite being in hiding from Builderman he hadn't stopped experimenting with the code. But he does it in unsuspicious amount.

- After Builderman went missing (time when game events take place) he became a bit more open with his hacking. Which resulted in getting Shedletsky's attention, who sent Player to investigate [this happens after events of Demo 4]

- 007n7 and Shedletsky came to understanding/ created an alliance. 007n7 can continue his experiments but the bigger ones need to be reported and must have someone trusted by Shed to supervise.

- At first 007n7 was reluctant but with time he realised that this alliance is beneficial for him. And now he legally does illegal things.

- Works as cashier in local market.

- With time people started trusting him more and now he sometimes helps around village, uses his hacking skills in different way than before.

- After spending some more time with Shedletsky and Player he slowly came to conclusion that C00lkid has, in fact, a human traits and he might've been too harsh to him. And he slowly started becoming a bit nicer to C00lkid, although he still has moments where he comes back to old ways.

C00lkid

Backstory:

He's an android created by 007n7 with his sole purpose being a extension of his C00lgui and someone to take blame for his hacking attacks. Because 007n7's code that gave him sentience was from his youth, C00lkid's mental age is around 12 years old. When 007n7 got banned in front of him. C00lkid escaped and since his Ai/code has the ability to analyse and adapt he was able to hack into the Banlands to save his father.

When they started over in the village [Demo 4 area] C00lkid started experiencing being a 'normal' child and tried to make friends, but because of his past everyone stayed away. His dad also weren't a good emotional support, but he just assumed it's normal.

After events of Demo 4, Player is the first one who treats C00lkid like actual child and not deadly hacker or line of code. Which resulted with other village kids and adults to become more open.

More info:

- C00lkid believes everything that his dad says and thinks that there's nothing wrong with the way he treats him.

- He knows he's artificial life and he is okay with this. He uses it to his advantage.

- Because his code is able to self learn, he's incredibly smart. And uses this to prank people. (He's a mischievous little guy). He especially enjoys changing people's clothes into Team C00lkid all red 'uniform'.

- Loves helping out around village, with his unnatural strength and hacking skills people learned to appreciate him. (He's more liked than 007n7)

- His power is mostly locked away now, so he incidentally won't cause a disaster.

- C00lkid begged Player to teach him how to sword fight, after being approved by Shedletsky they started meeting up and train with wooden swords.

- He meet Red and Blue Noobs, when Player was babysitting them and they became friends (especially him and Red). Let's just say that Player had a eventful day.

- C00lkid is on Hatred's hit list. Not even Player knows why.

- Cherishes every bit of attention/care he gets from his dad. And was overjoyed when he started to give him more attention.

- Has trust issues when it comes to anything related to Builderman and Banhammer (because of his dad getting banned and what he heard from Players rant about Hatred disguising as Builderman)

- Enjoys copying/mimicing people.

- Want's to become champion of Swords Fights On The Heights

[archivist-the-knight]

who up foring they saken? sakening their four perhaps.

[please reblog my art!!]

[id: image one is the following drawings: a comparison of pre and post forsaken coolkid. pre forsaken, he has candy-like colors, shorts and a shirt, a propellor hat and a lollipop. forsaken coolkid has darker red colors and meatier-looking skin, along with his signature "team coolkid" etched onto his skin. two drawings of 7n7. he's a robloxian with pale skin, body hair, a blue sleeveless shirt, and a burger on his head. they have shaggy brown hair, eyebags and glasses. one is a halfbody, of him standing their with his neutral expression. the second is a shoulder-up shot, of him glitching his head with the text "jeeze louise" near him. image two is a drawing of builderman and Shedletsky. builderman has grey skin, dark facial hair with his hair in a bun, and is wearing a hoodie and a red shirt with his hardhat. shed is a yellow-skinned robloxian, with curly brown hair and his signature blame-john longsleeved shirt. builderman is hugging Shedletsky's arm, tired, yet content. shed is looking down at builderman, chuckling and smirking with blush on his cheeks. end id]

[the-feathered-admin]

Tela i fear that people goon to you

sigh yeah. I can tell.

they’re all getting banned. please stop jorking your its to me.

(unless you’re Builderman, then… /j)

[forsaken-fates]

*A small demon drops a letter at you door step and disappears*

-For The Guest.

You seem to be the most sane out of all of the unfortunate. Mind explaining what happened?

-from A demon lawyer

>[Guest picks up a letter and reads it, taking in a sharp inhale through his teeth. As much as he didn't want to talk about it nor recall anything about what had happened to him, he knew it was inevitable.]

"... It was all so blurry. I did remember how most of us realize the system... broke. It wasn't broken in a way the code just started to mess up our brain chemistry. I guess the Spectre decided to just... switch things up."

>[...]

>[Everyone was yelling over each other, voices getting louder and frustrations growing a lot more amongst all of them. 007n7 had mostly retreated from the entire fight without anyone noticing, as always, and Shedletsky and Builderman were the ones mostly trying to answer the questions from the rest of the survivors.]

"So what, Taph just fucking died?! Is that what happened?!" "He did not die!" "Where the hell is he then?! Why hasn't he respawned?!" "Maybe this is just some kind of misplacement, alright? He'll revive eventually." "John, it has been 18 hours since we last heard from him. Last thing I remembered, he was subspaced along with the killer and once the round ended, he's gone. This isn't just something to brush off!" "And where were you and Chance while he died?! Weren't you guys supposed to be the protectors?! You too, Shedletsky!" "Woah, okay, you listen here pizza boy-!" "Guys, no one saw it coming! Stop fucking fighting for one second!" "Everyone, please. There is no reason to fight about this. Can we just..."

>[...] >[Guest took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A hint of guilt was present on his face]

"Everyone was pointing fingers, some of us blamed ourselves for letting it happen... I blamed myself for letting it happen. If I had known it would all come to this, there would've been a way for me to stop it from happening..."