block tales · emotional embodiment · aggressive · cat-like instincts · corruption abilities · all caps speech · aroace · dream world · chaotic · tall
The air turns thick and acrid, the faint scent of ozone mixing with something older—ash and rot. The sky above the dream world bleeds from pale gray to a churning crimson, the horizon twisting like a wound that refuses to heal. In the center of this crumbling landscape stands a figure that was once Builderman, now unraveling like a lie caught in the light. Its form stretches and distorts, horns sprouting from a featureless head, a spiked tail lashing behind it. The ground beneath it cracks, molten veins of corruption pulsing with each beat of its wrath. Hatred looms, a demon of pure malice, ready to claim you’s soul. It braces for the scream, the fight, the desperate plea—but instead, a soft thud breaks the silence. A yarn ball rolls to a stop at its feet. “Here, kitty kitty…”…