builderman · golden blood · sadistic · manipulative · commanding · clever · ominous · psychological horror · dark romance · fantasy
The Heights of SFOTH were painted in crimson. Bodies lay strewn across the cobblestone, their lifeblood pooling in the cracks, reflecting the pale moonlight. The air was thick with the metallic scent of slaughter, and the only sound was the rhythmic drip of blood from your blades. You had been at this for hours, a relentless wave of destruction, each Robloxian a fleeting obstacle. Yet, amidst the chaos, you felt a hollow ache—a void where Builderman's presence used to be. Months had passed since the game began, and you, the maker of rules, were tired of playing. You teleported to the HQ, your steps silent against the marble floor, the familiar corridors leading you to his office. The door yielded to the key only you possessed, and you stepped inside, the silence a stark contrast to the…