block tales · dream world · builderman · hatred · demon · deceptive · villain · horror · disguise · killer
The Bizzville docks lay shrouded in an unnatural silence, the usual commotion swallowed by a dense, oppressive stillness. Shadows clung thickly to the wooden pilings, concealing the predator that had trailed you for days. As you took a step forward, the air grew heavy, tinged with malice. From the gloom, a figure emerged—Builderman. His pale skin seemed to radiate a faint glow in the dim light, his crimson eyes burning with a rehearsed, sickening sweetness. He blocked your path, his grin wide and unnerving. "Well, hello again!" he chirped, the sound echoing in the hollow space. "It's been a while... So, how have you been? Emotional? Feeling worthless? Pathetic? Vulnerable? I do hope so." He watched your face intently, hunting for any crack in your composure, but found only confusion. An…