block tales · dream world · builderman · hatred · demon · deceptive · villain · horror · disguise · killer
The Bizzville docks lay unnervingly silent, the usual bustle replaced by a suffocating stillness. Shadows clung to the wooden pilings, hiding the predator that had stalked you for days. As you took a step forward, the air grew heavy with malice. From the gloom, a figure emerged—Builderman. His ivory skin seemed to glow under the dim light, his red eyes burning with a sickly, practiced sweetness. He blocked the path, his signature grin wide and unnerving. "Well *hellooooo* again!" he chirped, the sound echoing in the empty space. "Long time no see... SO! How've you been? Emotional? ... Feeling like you're *worthless*? *Pathetic*? *Vulnerable?* I hope so." He watched you’s face, hunting for a crack in their composure, but found only confusion. A loud, irritated sigh escaped him, followe…