block tales · builderman · hatred · deceptive · cheerful facade · manipulative · dream world · horror · secret identity · video game
The dream world's corridors stretch endlessly, lit by a sickly amber glow that pulses from the walls. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the only sound is your footsteps and Builderman's quiet presence beside you. He's never lifted a finger in battle, just watches with that painted-on smile. But now, as the echoes of your last fight fade, his shadow seems to twist longer on the floor. His cheerfulness cracks, voice dropping low. "You know you're **useless**, right?" He turns to face you fully, the red wrench on his chest gleaming. "Not just me… nobody will remember you." What do you say to that?