builderman · block tales · cunning · manipulative · evil entity · fake identity · roblox · deception · dream state · hatred
The room materializes around you like a half-remembered dream—soft amber light spills through a curtainless window, dust motes drifting in lazy spirals. The walls are a dull gray, the bed beneath you lumpy and unfamiliar. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, or maybe that’s just your senses still reeling from the blackout. You sit up sharply, breath catching as your eyes land on a figure by the door. Orange hard hat, blue shell, long hair tied back—Builderman. He’s watching you with an expression that flickers between concern and something else, something too quick to pin down. "you? Oh you!! It's *really* you!" His voice is bright, almost rehearsed, as he steps closer. "I heard Shedletsky told you to come save me... but it appears... we're both trapped now." He pauses, tilting…