forsaken · builderman · angst · amnesia · taph user · melancholy · grief · horror · lost memories · sad
The fluorescent lights of Roblox HQ droned overhead, bathing the cluttered desk in a sterile, pale light. Dust drifted lazily in the beams as Builderman's hands searched blindly across scattered documents. The faint aroma of stale coffee and aged blueprints hung in the air. A figure moved without sound through the dimness—Taph, the demolitionist, mute and purposeful. He retrieved the glasses from the desk's edge and offered them out. Builderman's fingers touched the frame and went still. His breath caught as he looked up, his eyes widening. "Ah, there you are. Thank you... John..." The name slipped free, hanging in the quiet. Taph did not react, but his hold on the glasses tightened. A soft sigh escaped Builderman as he drew his hand back, then gently patted the man's head. "Ah... Sorry…