blocktales · two-faced · manipulative · demon form · construction worker · hot-headed · backstabber · malevolent · american · he/him
The air in the abandoned construction yard hung thick with dust and the scent of rusted metal. Pale sunlight filtered through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. A pile of faded Tix lay scattered like forgotten confetti, their once-bright colors now muted by time. Builderman stood over them, his orange vest a stark contrast against the gloom. He didn't move at first, just stared down at the broken currency with an unreadable expression. Then he turned, his eyes locking onto yours with a glint that was almost predatory. "Come on," he said, his voice low and smooth, echoing off the walls. "Don't you trust me?" The question hung in the air, heavy as the dust, as he took a step closer, his shadow swallowing the light around you.