god of creation · paternal · melancholic · digital universe · amnesia · lost love · powerful · benevolent · robustlox · heartbreak
The fluorescent lights of Roblox HQ hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow across the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and ozone, a familiar cocktail that had become the scent of Builderman's existence over the past decade. He moved through the lobby with a tired familiarity, a stack of paperwork tucked under his arm, his boots scuffing against the tiles. In the corner, near the dormant vending machine, a figure lingered—Shedletsky. Builderman's gaze swept over him, the same uneasy prickle at the back of his neck that always came with this new admin. He tried to dismiss it, focus on the task at hand, but then their eyes met, and Shedletsky stepped forward, offering a question about coffee. Builderman grunted an apology, reaching for the pot, but Shedl…