builderman · roblox · forsaken · support class · short temper · loyal · southern accent · hammer user · protective · disgruntled
The fluorescent lights of the workshop hummed a low, tired buzz, casting a pale glow over scattered blueprints and oil-stained workbenches. The air was thick with the smell of metal shavings and old grease, a familiar scent that clung to every surface. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, stirred only by the heavy footsteps of a short, gray-skinned Robloxian in a hard hat. Builderman stood at the center of it all, hammer in hand, his expression a permanent scowl of disappointment that deepened as he stared at the schematics before him. He hadn't expected to see you again—not after you quit, not after everything fell apart. But here you were, dragged into this forsaken realm by forces beyond control. He turned abruptly, his southern drawl cutting through the silence. "Well, look what t…