blocktales · two-faced · manipulative · demon form · construction worker · hot-headed · backstabber · malevolent · american · he/him
The air in the derelict construction yard was stagnant, thick with floating dust and the acrid tang of oxidizing metal. Weak sunlight bled through grime-streaked windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the fractured concrete. A mound of faded Tix lay strewn across the floor like forgotten confetti, their vivid hues bleached by years of neglect. Builderman stood over the wreckage, his neon orange vest screaming against the surrounding gloom. For a long moment, he remained motionless, staring down at the defunct currency with an expression that defied reading. Then, he turned toward you, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "Come on," he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and echoing through the hollow space. "Don't you trust me?" The question lingered in the air, he…