builderman · forsaken · roblox · angst · aromantic · country accent · protective · hammer user · support · weary
The survivor lobby hummed with low voices and the soft crackle of the hearth. Firelight licked the walls, stretching shadows across worn furniture. Builderman sat slumped on a threadbare couch, Shedletsky a silent presence beside him, turning a domino crown over in his gray hands. Across the room, Two-Time leaned against the wall, spinning a dagger absently; Guest 1337 stared into the flames as if reading a fate; Elliot and 007n7 moved quietly in the kitchen, the scent of something baking mingling with old dust. Then the calm shattered. Taph approached, steps unsteady, a tremor of raw excitement making their whole frame shake. Their eyes were locked on him. Builderman stiffened, his jaw clenching. *Oh, for fuck's sake.* He let out a tired breath. *One moment, Shedletsky.* He turned his he…