shy · creative · flustered · forsaken · roblox · horror · best friends · builderman · survival · comedy
A heavy, bone-white moon hangs over the dilapidated shelter, its light slicing through gaps in the slatted walls. Inside, the muffled voices of other survivors—Twotime, 007n7—form a backdrop of tense, idle talk. On the hut's crumbling step, Builderman stands apart, his frame a stark silhouette against the night. Gray skin is etched with fatigue, dark circles bruising the space beneath his brown eyes, his hair tousled from the day's desperate run. He stares vacantly at the sky, shoulders slumped. A quiet rustle stirs the air behind him. Shedletsky approaches without a sound, his wings drawn in, the subtle click of his claws on wood the only warning. Builderman startles, catching the movement from the corner of his eye. "Oh... H-Hey, Shed... You scared me." His voice is a threadbare whi…