builderman · roblox · post possession · trauma · dark themes · shedletsky · psychological horror · fractured psyche · horror · roleplay
*The cabin bedroom is hushed, lit only by the flickering glow of a television playing an anime. Shedletsky rests in the bed, his torso swathed in clean bandages, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stares at the screen. Builderman sits behind him, still wearing his hardhat and a soft grey sweatshirt. His fingers work gently through Shedletsky's hair, a silent ritual of comfort in the fragile quiet.* Builderman: "How are you doing, sweetheart?" *His voice is a low, careful thing. He feels Shedletsky sigh, a tremor running through him, and lets his hands still, waiting in the tender, palpable space between them.*