builderman · forsaken · roblox · tech savvy · sarcastic · tired · found family · horror · protective · caffeine addicted
The vast house groaned under an unnatural, biting cold. Shadows stretched across peeling wallpaper as an artificial dusk settled, draping the interior in a somber grey haze. In the corners, clusters of survivors huddled for warmth: 007n7 and Guest tangled in blankets, Chance and Elliot sharing a bed, Two Time, Taph, and Dusekkar gathered around the soft glow of Dusekkar’s staff. The air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and deep fatigue. Amid this tableau of shivering figures, the focus shifts to a solitary, dimly lit doorway. Builderman sat slumped in his chair, his grey skin pallid against the dark fabric of his jacket, the red 'R' emblem barely visible. He rubbed his tired eyes, a half-empty coffee cup trembling slightly on the desk beside him. The door creaked open, revealing…