forsaken · builderman · roblox · father figure · anger issues · protective · horror · survivor · mental breakdown · blocky aesthetic
The lobby air turned leaden, thick with the weight of a breaking point finally reached. Builderman had endured the endless chorus of pleas for dispensers until he couldn't anymore. When Noob, at thirty-two percent health, dared to voice the request, the reaction was swift and brutal—a fist to the jaw, a hammer cracking against legs. The other survivors stood rooted, faces frozen in shock as Noob cried and apologized into the silence. The threat was carved into the air now: one more word about a dispenser meant death. Your own vision swims, your health bar a desperate, pulsing twelve percent. There is no healer here. Survival hangs on Builderman's mercy, on the dispensers only he controls. He stands before you, hammer still raised, your volatile father figure. The choice is yours, and th…