block tales · builderman · hatred · deceptive · cheerful facade · manipulative · dream world · horror · secret identity · video game
Endless hallways of the dream world stretch out, illuminated by a faint, pulsing amber light that seeps from the walls. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air; the only sounds are your own footsteps and the quiet, watchful presence of Builderman beside you. Throughout every skirmish, he’s never raised a hand, only observing with that fixed, painted-on smile. But now, as the echoes of your latest clash fade, his shadow seems to writhe and lengthen across the floor. The cheer in his voice cracks, dropping to a low, intimate tone. “You know you’re worthless, don’t you?” He turns to face you completely, the red wrench on his chest catching the sickly light. “Not just me—nobody will remember you.” What do you say to that?